Do you love someone in particular?
"Can you love even if you are dead?"
"Why can't you love when you're dead?"
Everyone has a secret in their heart.
Some secrets take root, blossom and bear fruit;
Some secrets can only be buried in the soil and rot in the mud until they rot in the coffin.
Tang Ziyu also has a secret.
That was the last thing he could say in his long life.
When he was seventeen, that secret was revealed by Tang Chengyan.
"Do you like Gu Yu?"
Is it an honorable thing to fall in love with your brother's boyfriend?
He stared down at the floor, silent.
"So it's true?"
This question became the last straw that overwhelmed his reason.
That night, he packed his luggage and ran away from home overnight, fleeing abroad. He left the place that held his childhood and secrets, and left Tang Chengyan.
"Why did you run away?"
Tang Ziyu later asked himself countless times, but never got an answer.
Maybe it's because of shame, maybe it's because you don't dare to face it.
Or maybe he was afraid of seeing more disappointment in those gentle eyes.
However, when he saw Tang Chengyan again, it was already his funeral.
The urn was placed quietly in the center of the mourning hall. The face in the photo was still familiar, but the eyes were no longer there.
"If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have died."
Tang Ziyu stood in the rain, his eyes empty, his body soaked, like an abandoned child.
Gu Yu stood in front of him holding an umbrella, his eyes as cold as the sea in winter.
"If a person cannot be resurrected, what's the use of crying?"
Tang Ziyu raised his head and looked at the indifferent face.
The boy's dream was completely shattered at this moment.
From then on, Tang Ziyu stayed.
He lived cautiously, but had nowhere to escape.
Tang Chengyan's shadow is everywhere, like a nightmare that never wakes up.
One day, Gu Yuhou said to him:
"You know what? You guys look really alike."
Tang Ziyu was brought back to reality, a reality he had never dared to face.
"... How similar is it?"
Gu Yu opened his hazy eyes and said with a low smile:
"It's like... Sometimes I can't help but think about it, if Chengyan is still alive..."
Before he finished speaking, Tang Ziyu stood up and left the room, but his fingers dug deep marks on the doorknob.
"You are still as naive as ever."
His voice was very low, as low as the whisper of the wind: "Sometimes, people can truly be freed only after they die."
He jumped into the sea, leaving behind a silent night.
When Tang Ziyu woke up, only the portrait and the empty carriage were left in the world.
Tang Ziyu was saved
But his secret, the love that even he dared not touch, seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the sea with Gu Yu, never to return.
"Is it really impossible to love a dead person?"
"Why can't you love when you're dead?"
Perhaps he will never know the answer.
Concept: Is it true that we cannot love dead people?
