What is the ending of Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zhang?

"Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zhang"

Chapter 23 (Finale)

Mr. Zhang's wedding is scheduled for October and will be held in his hometown , I did not attend. On the day of the wedding, Sister Zhang called me and briefly described the situation at the scene.

At that time, I was preparing for my first stage play that I wrote and supervised independently. I was a little busy, so I just said on the phone, Mom, I understand.

Hang up the phone and get back into intense rehearsals.

After the Spring Festival, my novel "Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zhang" was officially completed. The two protagonists fled abroad, registered for marriage, and lived like a couple of gods. Everyone was moved, and true love always pays off. .

Qingshan sat opposite me, smiling bitterly. It is a comfort to each of us that the two Mr. Zhangs can have a good ending in the novel.

You also became a popular writer with this novel. In the final analysis, it was Mr. Zhang who made you successful in the end.

Now, Qingshan is my agent, helping me negotiate all cooperation business, including interviews with various magazines. He is careful and thoughtful and will never let me suffer any loss.

On the day the novel was finished, Mr. Zhang called me but didn’t answer the phone. The two of us had already made an appointment. If we didn’t contact each other, it would be meaningless if we answered the phone.

I feel ashamed to say that I have lived with Mr. Zhang for many years, but I didn’t know that he had sacrificed so much for me. I must have cooperated with Ji Mi and misappropriated public funds, and he had no choice but to repay his debts.

If he had shared the pain with me earlier and the two of us faced it together, whether the outcome would still be like today, I don’t know, and I don’t want to make more assumptions. Life cannot be replayed, let alone If we start over again, this is what we are today, so why make any extravagant demands?

Mr. Zhang, if you want to marry a woman and start a family, you have to take on this responsibility. If I still have contact with him, it will be sabotage. It is so unfair to that woman. I don’t love someone but I still have a relationship with him. Her marriage has already caused harm, and all she can do is fulfill her husband's responsibilities and minimize the harm.

Later, Mr. Zhang sent a text message with only one sentence: I read the ending of the novel and liked it very much. Thank you.

Why bother saying thank you? Novels are just novels. No matter how fictional they are, they all have their own reasons. People like to read novels precisely because they can hide in them and temporarily forget about reality.

Shortly after Mr. Zhang’s wedding, Wang Guifeng got married, and I accompanied Song Kai in dress-up.

In the end, Song Kai was persuaded not to be the bride’s makeup artist. Participating in the wedding was already torture enough, so why should he torture himself so thoroughly?

I held Song Kai’s hand throughout the whole wedding process and felt his hand was sometimes cold and sometimes trembling. When the groom and the bride exchanged rings, he finally couldn’t help but stand up and said, I Go out and have a smoke.

Clearly, I saw his tears.

Halfway through the banquet, the groom and the bride sat around the table to toast and say a few words of gratitude.

When it was our turn, I watched Wang Guifeng and Song Kai clink glasses, and then they hugged each other tightly like good buddies. Song Kai pretended to be generous and smiled and said, I wish you happiness.

After the banquet ended, Song Kai, who looked lonely, walked on the street in Beijing.

Song Kai turned around, suddenly hugged me, and cried hoarsely, Zhang Zhe, in the end, each of us can only grow old alone, we have no choice but to grow old alone. We have to choose, life never gives us the opportunity to choose.

He patted Song Kai gently and said nothing.

Everyone is afraid of loneliness. They have struggled hard to get rid of loneliness, but in the end, they still live in loneliness. Those memories of struggling may be our last companionship.

Life goes on, living alone in the house that Mr. Zhang left for me. Sometimes, I feel that he has never left. He is in the living room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, and with me. The pillow exists in a silent state, giving me strength and peace of mind.

In the blink of an eye, one year has passed.

Qingshan said, this year, you have matured a lot and become indifferent. It seems that anyone can get close to you, but no one can really get close to you.

There is still a long way to go in life, and a person will never have only one lover in his life.

I looked at the green mountains and drank Coke. Now Coke has become an indispensable part of my life.

In the past, I also felt that people could never overcome their desires, especially physical desires, young, sexy, strong, thick, intense, like an endless cycle of longing. It leads to indulgence and climax, and then falls into emptiness and loss after the climax. Everyone is addicted to it and cannot extricate themselves.

However, when you really have a person in your heart, so full that even every cell has his shadow, you will find that all these pursuits of desire are nothingness. I've got what I want most, my body and soul, and there's no room for anything else.

Qingshan sighed, it seems that I can only give up on you completely and look for other opportunities.

I smiled and continued to discuss the writing plan for the next novel with him.

The following spring, Sister Zhang came to Beijing to visit me and stayed for a few days.

In addition to various hometown specialties, we also brought news from Mr. Zhang.

It turns out that Mr. Zhang’s mother was admitted to the hospital again. I heard that this time, it was even more serious.

Mr. Zhang gave up photography and used his savings to open a small shop in his hometown to support his life. The expenses of his mother's long-term illness and hospitalization were obviously unbearable.

Please, Sister Zhang, please do one thing for me when you go home this time.

I will give her a fixed amount of money every month, and she will find a way to deliver it to Mr. Zhang. However, I don’t want Mr. Zhang to know that this money has anything to do with me.

Sister Zhang was smart. After returning home, she found Mr. Zhang’s relatives and borrowed their hands to transfer the money to Mr. Zhang to solve the problem of medical expenses.

After that, Mrs. Zhang contacted me by phone every week to talk about the condition of Mr. Zhang’s mother. She felt relieved when she learned that her condition had improved.

I started writing a new novel and occasionally chatted with netizens to collect materials.

One day, I received a QQ friend invitation from Baotai from my hometown. He asked me if I was free and wanted to chat with me on the phone.

When the call was connected, Baotai's voice was a little strange. He first talked about my novel for a while, and then got to the point and said, my wife died and committed suicide.

After we got married, she gave birth to a daughter for me, and I finally gave my family an explanation.

After that, I started surfing the Internet to look for same-sex friends. At the beginning, I really just wanted to chat and vent my inner depression and loneliness. But later, I made an appointment to check out a room, and became more and more addicted.

Until one day, my wife turned on my computer, saw my online records, and questioned me.

I said, I am fucking gay, and what I originally loved was a man. I married you just to have a child. If you can’t accept it, we will divorce.

She said she loved me, thought homosexuality was a disease, and wanted to take me to the hospital for treatment. How ridiculous!

I ignored her and continued to have sex with the man. Since she already knew about it, I simply spent the night outside.

She quarreled with me. When the quarrel got serious, I asked for divorce. She was afraid of divorce, so she stopped quarreling later.

Last week, I went out for sex again. When I got home, my child kept crying. I discovered that she was lying there, motionless, with a bottle of paraquat next to her. I quickly sent her there. Hospital, but died on the road.

When I got home, I found a piece of paper under the pillow that she left for me. There was only one sentence on it, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life.

How cruel, I have never felt at ease in my life. I know that I am not a human being, and I killed her, but is it really all my fault?

I couldn’t explain how I felt when I hung up the phone. Every gay is struggling and suffering because he has to marry a woman. However, has anyone ever thought about the man who married you? Women are also victims.

When will this human tragedy end? I don't have the answer, who can give me the answer?

Baotai’s QQ signature reads: Wife, I’m sorry, I miss you so much.

It’s just that there is one person in this world who can say sorry to Baotai...

It’s autumn again, Babao Mountain, Yang Chunzi’s third anniversary.

Song Kai and I walked up the mountain each holding a bouquet of flowers.

Song Kai talked about Wang Guifeng and said that it is good now. Every week, he finds excuses to spend a day with me, eating, watching movies, and renting a room to have sex. At other times, we never contacted each other, and I would not take the initiative to disturb him, allowing him to live a peaceful married life.

I don’t know how long I can live like this. Anyway, I just live like this, just take it one day at a time.

Yes, let's just take it one day at a time. I turned to look at Song Kai. Even though I felt distressed, it seemed that this was all I could do.

When we walked to Yang Chunzi’s tomb, we found that someone had arrived earlier than us. A man had a girl in his arms. When he turned around, it was Jiang Chao.

After not seeing each other for the past three years, Jiang Chao has become fatter and older. He felt a little embarrassed when he saw us, but finally managed to squeeze out a smile, his eyes full of wrinkles.

This is my daughter, called Xiao Chun'er. I brought her to see Chunzi. I'm leaving now and won't disturb you.

Jiang Chao's voice was hoarse, with embarrassment and uneasiness in his tone, thinking that I would still scold him hatefully.

No need to leave, let’s come together and stay with Chunzi for a while.

If Yang Chunzi really had a soul, he would hope that Jiang Chao would stay with him for a while longer. Time has passed and no matter how much resentment he has, it will fade away, so let's forget it.

I carefully looked at the little girl in Jiang Chao’s arms, her eyes were clear, and somehow, I seemed to see Yang Chunzi again, standing in front of me alive, telling me with firm eyes, I want to love again. , if it doesn’t work this time, I won’t look for it again...

Three adults and one child stood in front of Yang Chunzi’s grave, quietly, for an unknown amount of time.

Until I said, let’s go and come together next year.

Jiang Chao kept looking at me, with tears in his eyes, whether it was regret or missing Yang Chunzi...

Going down the mountain, saying goodbye to Song Kai and Jiang Chao, alone Standing on the roadside, I sent a text message to Mr. Zhang, asking, is it almost there?

Three days ago, I received a call from Sister Zhang, who excitedly told me that Nannan was going back to Beijing.

After Nan Nan’s mother was discharged from the hospital, she found out from some relative that I had been helping with medical expenses and went to see Sister Zhang.

Can the two of them really live a lifetime together? I'm just worried that this illegal relationship might break up one day. When the time comes, Nannan will have to face the pain of losing her partner just like me. I've tasted that feeling, and it's too uncomfortable.

Sister Zhang said that in today’s society, even if the marriage is legal, it is still possible to get divorced. Whether they can live a lifetime is their own destiny and their own path. Let's go.

Later, Mr. Zhang’s mother had a long conversation with Mr. Zhang and found out that Mr. Zhang had confessed everything to the girl before they got married. The two of them had not registered at all, but had just held a wedding ceremony. , in fact, the girl is just a nanny hired by Mr. Zhang at a high price to take care of his mother, pretending to be a couple on the surface.

Mr. Zhang, once again took it upon himself to bear everything by himself without sharing it with me...

I stood on the side of the road and watched Mr. Zhang walking from a distance. The way he walks is still so beautiful. Every step I take, the scene that happened when I was with him flashes before my eyes, sweet, salty, sour, bitter, painful, a mixture of five flavors.

Finally, Mr. Zhang walked up to me, smiled as familiarly, and said, I am divorced.

I know. I said.

Where to go now?

I don’t know, just leave.

Mr. Zhang took my hand and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. That pocket seemed to have been prepared for me, so warm.

(Finale)