hypocritical

Today is sunny, the breeze is not noisy.It is advisable to sacrifice and consecrate, and avoid moving to a new house and avoiding marriage.

At the foot of Chaoyang Mountain, Liang Rongyi clicked his tongue and threw the phone into the blue bag slung across his waist.He would look at the almanac every time before going up the mountain, and for no reason, he felt that it would be much more pleasant to make something out of nothing.

It's not Qingming yet, and grandparents haven't come back from abroad yet, so he wants to go up the mountain to see someone before them.

Fang Qin died on the eve of Qingming, at the end of March and the beginning of April.Over the years, he has been rushing to Chaoyang Mountain during this season, and then refused to go up the mountain to worship in Qingming at the request of his grandparents.Grandpa and grandma didn't say anything on the surface, but when they were calm in the middle of the night, they inevitably felt chilled, saying that the child was too fickle.

Liang Rongyi was fortunate to hear about it once. His foreign friends sent him several packs of Sri Lankan black tea, and he couldn't wait for them to taste it.

Chaoyang Mountain was not a cemetery before, it was full of pine and bamboo forests and red rhododendrons.Later, a developer brought in a Fengshui master who lives in seclusion abroad and said that building a cemetery here can shade future generations, and it is a choice for ten thousand years of safe residence to accumulate wealth for future generations.

It was embarrassing to say, Liang Rongyi was still young at that time, and during the monthly meeting with Fang Qin happened to hear Fang Qin's lawyer asking her why she didn't buy more cemeteries while she had acquaintances.Parents and husband are still there, and the 37-year-old young president first bought himself a ten thousand year tomb.

Speaking of which, who doesn't think it's funny?

What did Fang Qin answer at that time, Liang Rongyi casually stepped up a step, and gave a low laugh.He thought of his mother and said: "I have imprisoned myself for them all my life, and after I die I want my soul to be free."

"Freedom?" Liang Rongyi chewed these two words repeatedly in his mouth, and then, as if thinking of something more ridiculous, he grinned and laughed a few more times.

Before he finished laughing, he didn't feel happy, but the sound of bicycle horns sounded on the asphalt road one meter below.He subconsciously looked over, only to see the young man in black at the corner walking away, the breeze blowing his slightly curly hair, leaving Liang Rongyi with a pitch-black back of his head among the beautiful and bright flowers.

The number of cemeteries on Chaoyang Mountain is limited, and the distance between each cemetery is relatively long. There are not many people who can settle on this mountain after death, but they were either rich or noble during their lifetime.There are also two roads to choose from on this Chaoyang Mountain. One is the steps Liang Rongyi is walking on. The developer said it was built to satisfy people's pious worship, but it is actually not very useful.Because there is an asphalt road that can accommodate two cars side by side under the steps that climb up one level at a time. Modern people are delicate and expensive, and who can climb this mountain? The picked marigolds and the gold ingots packed into the cart are real.

In the underworld, who is not short of money?

But Liang Rongyi's choice to take this step is really not what is called piety, he just likes to walk this mountain road alone, and after climbing up one level at a time, he feels that he is not sorry for himself.After all, there are flowers and trees that can be seen and touched, and they are all long and pleasing colors.

Liang Rongyi walked a few steps and suddenly bent down and rubbed his kneecap twice. Due to lack of exercise for a long time, every time he came to this mountain, he would feel a dull pain in his knee.But he didn't stop, he looked up at the top of the mountain like any other time before, and then continued to climb.

He is wearing a wine red sweater today, dark black jeans, and a pair of red sneakers.If it weren't for the lack of gorgeous trousers in the closet, he didn't think he would wear these trousers.Since ancient times, people have to wear red and white for red and white events, no matter how bad it is, it is also a versatile black.But he didn't agree, Fang Qin's mother was not worthy of him putting on filial piety for her, he often told himself this way.

While walking, Liang Rongyi took out his mobile phone and glanced at it. Jiang Yaochuan, who was a junior and majored in the same school, sent a series of messages.Liang Rongyi wanted to swipe left to delete, but accidentally clicked in.

The note is that the person who exploded the prawns is still swiping the screen, and the combination of the content can be called a drama of passionate teacher-student relationship in colleges and universities.

- is it easy for you?The old grandson called the roll call!

- Liangliang, you are not still sleeping, please get up, the whole class needs you.

- Fuck, today's calendar is unlucky, the old grandson looks like he has eaten meth, and now he is still blushing and sulking while standing on the podium with a thick neck.

-The latest news is that old grandson's partner, Que Yunke, also skipped class today. No wonder he is so angry. Could it be a complete class without Que Yunke's class?

- Liangliang, can you say something?Lao Sun said that one of Liang Rongyi and Que Yunke must arrive today, otherwise he will not attend this class, and the final examination will be changed to a closed-book exam.

Liang Rongyi thought for a while, and seemed to know that Que Yunke, the only freshman in the class, was the boy whom Lao Sun, who was taking the "Appreciation of Ancient Poetry" class, fell in love with in the first class.

Thinking about this, he asked again: "Why me and him? Only the two of us skipped class?" After all, it's okay to let Yu Yunke go back. He can't find the way to go back to the person who falls asleep in class all by himself. significance.

"That's not true~" Jiang Yaochuan raised his eyes and glanced at Teacher Sun and quickly typed on the desk: "The main reason is that you two are not here, and there is no meaning for class."

Liang Rongyi: "..."

"A good classroom environment is a two-way combination. There must be masters and scumbags, otherwise it's no fun to lecture with a group of mortals." Jiang Yaochuan glanced at the seven or eight people in the classroom, and suddenly remembered that there were only a few teeth left downstairs in the community. The old lady who was jumping and dancing in the square thought, can this not be a bad thing?While sighing, he fooled Liang Rongyi, only hoping that the return of the scumbags would change the fate of the seven or eight people who insisted on coming to class.But he obviously overestimated the friendship and morality that Liang Rongyi didn't have, because the next second he sent a message, it would already be a red exclamation mark!

......

The decision to pull Heijiang Yaochuan made Liang Rongyi feel very comfortable. He had only worked hard to get into Y University for three months.After all, it is still unknown who is the top student.He doesn't want to work hard, but it doesn't mean that if he works hard, he will be worse than others.Taking a ten thousand step back, everyone has come to this ghostly place, who can be much better than whom?

If you want to say that Yunyunke is just a little white lotus that falls in whichever direction the wind blows, it's just a poor man.

Liang Rongyi collected all the images of Yu Yunke in his mind, and quickly came to a conclusion.In fact, he couldn't even remember their faces clearly.

Liang Rongyi was panting while walking, and when he reached the top of the mountain, he was already sweating profusely, which made him very uncomfortable.In a trance, he seemed to see a black dot swaying in front of him, but then disappeared again.He muttered and cursed, then walked towards the cemetery surrounded by marigolds with his head held high.

In fact, Liang Rongyi would come up to visit not only at the end of March, but also in autumn and winter. On those days when he couldn't figure it out, he would climb up to take a look, and then left with a few smiles.He understands the truth that people cannot be resurrected after death, but he doesn't agree with the one-and-done approach.

Liang Rongyi sat straddling the stone bench in front of the cemetery, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Does your precious daughter visit you often? Does the old lover still like you when you turn into ashes?".

What answered him was a gust of wind, with the temperature of March, coupled with the thin sweat from just climbing the mountain, it was a bit cold.

"It's a bit funny to say, I didn't want to come today. But I always feel that if I don't come to talk to you, I might not survive the physical examination next week." Liang Rongyi took out the folded cardboard in his bag and said softly: "I'll pay off all these debts. It's not too much to scold a few times every year, right?"

After Liang Rongyi finished speaking, he opened the folded tinfoil board to form a square box, and then took out two books from the bag. The book covers had turned yellow, but the names in bold were still clear. "Three Meetings for Human Beings".

Liang Rongyi casually flipped through the books and began to tear them apart one by one. He tore them and said, "I've read both of these books, and they're quite reasonable. You can read them when you have nothing to do. There's also a book called "Eloquence III." Absolutely, I will send it to you after I read it."

After tearing all the books apart, Liang Rongyi took out a lighter and lit it. The air on the mountain was relatively humid this season, so he barely lit the lighter in a tin foil box.

While burning the book, Liang Rongyi glanced at the altar in front of the cemetery, his eyes suddenly dimmed.His obvious emotional upheaval caused his breathing to be difficult, but this didn't stop him from walking quickly to the altar.

There is a big bunch of fresh little daisies on the altar table, which were Fang Qin's favorite flowers when he was alive.Before Liang Rongyi knew about it, he even looked up the flower language of Little Daisy in order to please Fang Qin.He will never forget those sentences, what love is difficult to express in his heart and the flowery words of pure love and secret love make him blush and heartbeat even thinking about it.Angry!

He didn't understand the meaning at that time, and whenever he was free, he would look for the flowers everywhere and send them to Fang Qin's office, but Fang Qin's expression made him more and more frightened and cold every time.Now that he thinks about it, he himself finds it ridiculous. It is nothing more than the culprit taking the weakness in her heart to swear sovereignty to her. Speaking of which, this relationship with this face is the original sin.

Liang Rongyi's hands trembled uncontrollably, the sudden aftereffect was fast and violent.

"Hey~"

There were voices coming from far and near, but Liang Rongyi still stayed where he was and didn't have time to respond.

With a "plop", Liang Rongyi heard a stamping of feet, and a voice came from behind him again, and he heard someone say: "Open fires are prohibited in the mountains, and it will be a lifetime to burn it... ah".

"You..." The visitor looked at Liang Rongyi's uncolored face when he suddenly turned back, and the words pressed to his chest got stuck in his throat several times and he swallowed them again.After a long time, he found his voice, and he asked him: "Are you okay?".

"Me?" Liang Rongyi looked around, then looked at the person opposite, then suddenly shook his hands like a prank and said in a hoarse voice: "Who are you? Trespassing on people's graves, here you come It's a debt, don't even think about leaving."

Liang Rongyi's pale face gradually warmed up, and he looked at the opposite person with a half-smile, and while his face was still a little pale, he suddenly wanted to pretend to be a ghost.

A gust of wind blew up the boy's black T-shirt, and he stood in front of Liang Rongyi, staring at him with wide eyes and motionless.Then, he finally moved stiffly, and then spoke with an endless chill in his voice.At the same time, his face was turning pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.In terms of acting skills, he, Yunke, has never lost.But Liang Rongyi on the opposite side had obviously never seen this posture before, and was stunned for a moment.

Que Yunke gave him a funny look, his voice became colder, and he said: "The paper money you burned floated to my ancestral grave next door. I came to talk to you to reason. It's not easy to climb up once. You have to do whatever you want." Give me an explanation?"

"what?"

Seeing that Liang Rongyi's face had turned pale again just now, Tie Yunke wondered if he had played it before, and was about to say something when he heard a plop.

Liang Rongyi let out a cry, and accidentally fell in front of the altar.He saw the people on the opposite side getting closer and closer, and he didn't expect Fang Qin's ghost to block him for him. He just thought about dying in front of Fang Qin's tomb, so fucking shameless.

Suddenly the wind blows, and I dare not look at all the colors.Liang Rongyi closed his eyes and passed out.