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Grandpa Lin left in a hurry. Father Lin and Mother Lin hadn't had time to prepare anything. They were so busy all of a sudden, they had to call for funerals, prepare paper money and candles, and invite the troupe to perform... Grandpa Lin said before , wanted to be cremated after death, so relatives and Fang Zheng's parents called in temporarily to help arrange these busy things, and Lin's father and Lin's mother took the corpses of Lin Lu and Grandpa Lin to the crematorium.

Fang Zheng couldn't go with Lin Lu. The truth is, since he learned that Grandpa Lin passed away, he hasn't had time to say a word to Lin Lu. He wants to help, so he can only help at Lin Lu's house. Some errand work.

Fang Zheng waited until Lin Lu arrived at Lin Lu's house when the temperature eased up at noon. He got out of the car with a blue and white porcelain urn in his arms, and walked in the door in a daze.

"Lin Lu," Fang Zheng hurried over, comforting him softly, "Don't be too sad, birth, old age, sickness and death are things that people have to go through, you must..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Lu raised his eyes to look at him, and said hoarsely, "I know."

Lin Lu's eyes were red and silky, and his slightly swollen eye sockets were also red, but he had no tears. Fang Zheng felt uncomfortable as if he was stuffed with cotton. He raised his hand and touched Lin Lu's side face.

Lin Lu's body trembled, and his feet took a step back. Only then did Fang Zheng realize his gaffe, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was normal. Even without those gorgeous fantasies, as a simple friend, He could also lend him a shoulder.

"If you feel uncomfortable," Fang Zheng took a step towards him, patted himself on the shoulder and said, "If you want to cry, you can come to me. My shoulder and I are always there."

He didn't see Lin Lu's fingers holding the urn were twisted together, he only heard Lin Lu's hoarse voice saying, "I see."

"Lin Lu," Papa Lin shouted from behind, "Take the urn in, what are you doing standing there at the door, be careful not to fall! Xiao Zheng, I'll talk to him later if I have anything to say!"

Fang Zheng turned his head and glanced at the red eyes, but the hurried and impatient Papa Lin snorted dissatisfiedly, and took Lin Lu's wrist to lead him in.

Afterwards, it was a step-by-step process. The urn was offered, and people kept coming to pay respects. Lin Lu stood beside him with his head bowed, without any expression, tears, or words.

Father Fang brought Fang Ke with him when he came to worship, and he couldn't stop crying as soon as he entered the door. Fang Zheng went over to hug him and coax him, his own eyes were also red.

After his father took Fang Ke, who was crying with tears all over his face, Fang Zheng stayed beside Lin Lu to accompany him. Lin Lu didn't speak or answer him, and he kept saying comforting words by the side, covering him with cold hands. He kept rubbing his hands together. In fact, there were firearms in the lobby, but Lin Lu was far away, and his hands were never put in his pockets, so it was so cold.

At night, Lin Lu had to watch the night. Fang Zheng definitely couldn’t keep such things done by immediate family members. Before he left, he hid a sweet potato in the fire that had been burning in the backyard, and picked it out when it was ripe. Take the bag, pack it, and give it to Lin Lu who hasn't eaten.

Lin Lu was holding the roasted sweet potato that was still hot to the touch. His face, which had been silent all afternoon, finally showed an expression. It was an expression that Fang Zheng couldn't describe. It should be touched, grateful, and other Fang Zheng. Zheng can not understand things.

"Fang Zheng," Lin Lu stretched out his hands to him, "Can you lend me a hug?"

Without any hesitation, Fang Zheng stepped forward and hugged him tightly. The red candle on the altar table was burning with warm red light, which was reflected on the faces of the two teenagers. Lin Lu pressed against Fang Zheng's shoulder, and closed his mouth Eyes, he said silently in his heart: "Grandpa, thank you..."

The funeral was held for three days, and it was not over until the urn of Grandpa Lin was sent to the cemetery for burial. After the worship, everyone left one by one. In the end, Lin Lu and Fang Zheng were left in front of the tombstone. Both father and mother Lin had already left the cemetery, and were talking to the cemetery administrator at the exit.

Lin Lu squatted in front of the tombstone, holding paper money and burning it. Fang Zheng also squatted down and burned it with him.

"Go back later, take a shower, and get a good night's sleep." Fang Zheng looked up at Lin Lu's pale and sad face. It had been like this for three days, and his heart ached every time he looked at it. Sleep well? The dark circles under your eyes that have been eliminated with great difficulty appear again, and your complexion is not good. Don’t forget that you still have hypoglycemia. You have to take care of yourself and listen to me, okay?"

Lin Lu nodded, but did not speak.

Fang Zheng's eyes have been a little red for the past three days. Although he cared more about Lin Lu, he was also very sad that Grandpa Lin, who had watched him grow up, passed away. He still remembers that when he was a child, he especially Pi, often broke the bucket that Grandpa Lin used to wash clothes when he was arguing. At that time, Grandpa Lin smiled and said to him: "If you break one of this bucket, when you grow up and make money, you will have ten of them to accompany me. "

At that time, he generously patted his chest and said there was no problem. As a result, he broke countless barrels, but the person who asked him to pay for the barrels left in a hurry before he grew up.

A person's life is birth, old age, sickness and death, and the world is impermanent.

When leaving the cemetery, Fang Zheng took Lin Lu's hand, stuffed his purple hand into his pocket, and rubbed it for him to get warm.

Lin's father and Lin's mother didn't think too much when they saw this scene, they just told them to hurry up, the wind in the cemetery was too strong, be careful not to catch a cold.

"You can go first if you catch a cold." Lin Lu said coldly to them when they got into the car.

"Why don't we go first," Papa Lin said, "Come on, Xiao Zheng, let him sit down."

Fang Zheng gently pushed Lin Lu and let him sit in.

On the way home, no one spoke. At first Lin Lu leaned against the car window and looked out. Fang Zheng sat next to him. There was a warm air conditioner in the car, and it was difficult for him to hold Lin Lu's hand.

When he was about to get home, Fang Zheng kept looking ahead in a daze, and suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders. When he looked to the side, Lin Lu fell asleep, so he leaned on his shoulders.

After three days, this man finally borrowed his shoulder that was always there.

When the car arrived home, Lin Lu didn't wake up. It should be because he was really tired for the past three days. He slept soundly and his breathing was a little heavy.

Father Lin wanted to wake Lin Lu up, but Fang Zheng stopped him: "Shh, uncle, I'll carry him up, don't wake him up, he hasn't slept well these days."

Papa Lin whispered, "How can this be done? You can't hug me. I'll do it."

"You can hold him." Fang Zheng got out of the car, walked around to Lin Road, opened the car door, leaned in, put his arms around his waist, and carried him out with all his strength.

"You say you," Lin's father hurriedly drove the door down, walked over, and made a gesture to take Lin Lu, "I'll come, I'll come."

Fang Zheng avoided him, walked towards the gate, and said softly, "Cousin, I can do it."

Mother Lin also got out of the car at this time, walked over to Father Lin and said, "Forget it, if Xiao Zheng wants to be hugged, let him hug him. We still have a lot to do."

"You..." Papa Lin sighed and said, "This time, Fang Zheng and his family were really troubled. I don't know how much you helped them."

Fang Zheng carried Lin Lu up the stairs with ease. Lin Lu was tall, but he was really not heavy. He had been depressed and tired these days, and he had lost a lot of weight, so he didn't feel any pressure at all when he hugged him.

Lin Lu was sleeping quite soundly. Fang Zheng helped him take off his coat and shoes and stuff them under the quilt. After this series of movements, his breathing did not change.

Fang Zheng tucked in the quilt for him, adjusted the air conditioner, leaned over and kissed his smooth forehead, and walked out of the room reluctantly.

Lin Lu's parents stayed at home for three days after the funeral. They took care of the follow-up time of the funeral and the household registration at home. They have to continue to do business outside. They can't spend the Chinese New Year at home. Where will they live after school starts? It was also a problem, after all Lin Lu's parents didn't have time to come back to take care of him.

Mother Lin was bending over to clean her clothes when Lin Lu came in with a cup of hot water unexpectedly. She straightened up, thinking that Lin Lu was here to bring her water, so she subconsciously stretched out her hand.

Lin Lu's pale lips curled up, and Bafeng brought the water to his mouth without moving, and drank it clean in one gulp.

Mother Lin withdrew her hand in embarrassment, pulled her hair and said with a smile, "Have you packed your things?"

"No," Lin Lu said calmly, "I'm here to tell you something."

His tone was too unfamiliar, and Mother Lin felt uncomfortable. She pressed her fingertips on her palm, and still asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

"I don't want to go out with you this year for the New Year." Lin Lu looked away at the gray scenery outside the window, "I can stay at home alone for the New Year or send me to my grandma's house for the New Year."

Mother Lin became anxious when she heard this: "How can this happen? How can we not spend the New Year with our parents? How can we rest assured when you are at home alone, and how can we feel comfortable with our parents when we go to grandma's house for the New Year? Don't be awkward, Come with us."

"How can you not spend the New Year with your parents?" Lin Lu seemed to find it funny, and murmured this sentence again, and then he really sneered, "Mom, you said that as if you didn't come back every other year when you were young." Same thing? There are times when my grandfather and I lived together when we were young and said we had two hands, right?"

Mother Lin choked and was speechless.

Lin Lu went on to say: "What are your plans after school starts? Do you want to throw me at a relative's house until I graduate from high school? Or do you want me to go to a boarding house?"

Lin's mother was still staring blankly at her son who didn't know when the relationship with her was so alienated from her. Her brain was so confused that she still couldn't answer it.

"Mom," Lin Lu turned around holding the glass and said as he walked out, "no matter what you plan, my plan is to live at home alone, I will not go to boarding house, nor will I go to any relative's house live."

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