I have been following you

As the sun rose, the icicles dragging under the eaves were bright and white, refracting colorful rays of light, and scattered all over, but they failed to reach the room on the west.

The old man on the bed squeezed the black-haired boy's hand tightly, his shriveled cheeks moved, and the sound of "ho" and "ho" kept coming out of his throat.

"Little Yuzi..."

The old man took a deep breath, his face filled with anticipation, "Grandma still wants to hear... the story you told yesterday..."

Cui Yu lowered his eyelids, his brows were pinched in the darkness, blurred.

It wasn't him yesterday, it was Cui Jue.

"Grandma, I forgot."

The old man's chest suddenly rose and fell violently, and then slowly slowed down. She sighed in disappointment, "I forgot..."

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the temperature is low, and the biscuits on the bedside table are already cold in just such a short time.

The old man's breath was a little weak, and the hand holding the back of Cui Yu's hand was slowly released.

Cui Yu picked up the bowl, "Grandma, I'll make another biscuit for you."

The old man didn't respond, her gaze stopped at a corner of the room, and her cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

Cui Yu turned a blind eye and stepped out.

Xiaocha who stood there wiped his face with his hands shaking, and said to himself, "I was almost scared to death just now!"

No, didn't I die early?

Xiaocha wiped his face again, continued to stick, and when the time came, he brought the old man into the mansion.

When he was first on the job, he secretly admired that lord, but later he heard his companion leak his words and knew a lot of things, but he couldn't bring them out for discussion.

Xiaochai leaned against the wall and shook his legs boredly. Everyone wanted to flatter that lord. After all, there was no guarantee that something would happen to him and he would be imprisoned and punished. It was a place where even ghosts were frightened.

But it's just a thought, because no one dares to shoot.

Xiaocha was a little palpitated. Last night, that adult had a lot of trouble with another adult. It is said that it was because of one person, but no one knew who it was.

I definitely dare not say it clearly.

Everyone is afraid that they will suffer disaster, and they all do things with small minds.

He has to work harder, strive for promotion and get rich, and assign a job that doesn't require running around, working overtime and staying up late, and worrying about it.

Xiaochai played with the hook chain, thinking, it will be a long way to take care of the old man later.

That adult should not come in again, right?

Thinking of this, the door of the room opened, and a figure stepped in.

The deserter immediately faced the wall.

Cui Yu fed the old man two mouthfuls of biscuits, but was unable to feed them any more.

He stood up, with the corners of his long and narrow eyes drooping, and glanced at the old man. The next time we meet, it will be in another place.

Before 09:30, Wang Youxiang finished cleaning the yard and went into the house to have a look.

There was a cry from inside the house.

Cui Dacheng dropped the cigarette dangling from his mouth to the ground. He hurried over and almost fell when he stepped over the door frame.

The old man is gone.

Cui Yu stood on the steps, Xiaochai pulled the old man past him, bent his back tremblingly, "My lord, the little one left first."

Cui Yu raised her head slightly, "Yes."

Xiaochai was immediately flattered, and the adults actually paid attention to him. He swallowed, afraid that he would laugh out loud.

As soon as his mind was distracted, Xiaocha raised his head a little bit.

Cui Yu suddenly frowned, the child in front of him was eleven or twelve years old, and he was somewhat similar to Li Sheng after the reunion of the soul, especially the line of the chin.

"Looked up."

Xiaochai was startled, he didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately raised his head, he was stunned, wanting to touch his face, why did the adults keep staring at him?

A cold voice sounded in his ear, "Get out."

Xiaochai didn't stay for a moment, and dragged the old man away, saying "I'm scared to death" in my heart.

Cui Yu sighed and smiled, what was he thinking?That person is unique and unmatched.

Ji Shao didn't know that Cui Yu's grandma had died, and he and Ji Gaorui were wandering around in the furniture market.

"Dad, isn't there a rocking chair at home?"

Ji Gaorui looked while walking, "It's broken."

Ji Shao was taken aback, "It's broken?"

He asked puzzledly, "I sat down last night, it's not broken."

"Dad got up to drink water in the middle of the night, and sat down for a while." Ji Gaorui was also puzzled, "I found out it was broken in the morning."

He blurted out, "Ghost knows what's going on."

Ji Shao's mouth twitched.

The father and son were walking in the crowd. It was almost the Chinese New Year, and it was the peak period for new furniture. There were so many people, and there were people in every door.

Ji Shao casually pointed at a facade, "Dad, shall we go in and have a look?"

Ji Gaorui nodded, and he also turned annoyed, "Go."

The facade is quite large, and as soon as you enter, you can smell the smell of wood.

The salesperson had sharp eyes, looked at Ji Shao and Ji Gaorui with professional eyes, and stopped on Ji Gaorui, with a warm smile on her feet.

"Look at it, [-]% off in the store today."

Ji Shao ate the candy, "Dad, [-]% off."

Ji Gaorui looked at the furniture around him, he might hear that sentence tomorrow.

"Is there a rocking chair?"

"Yes." The young saleswoman stepped on stiletto leather boots and rattled over, "It's all on the second floor, I'll take you there."

Ji Shao and Ji Gaorui went upstairs.

The second floor is filled with all kinds of chairs.

The saleswoman spoke kindly and introduced the rocking chair, and Ji Gaorui responded politely.

Ji Shao lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, he played a few levels of Tetris, and then sent a text message to Cui Yu.

Deleted and deleted, Ji Shao sent a message: What are you doing?

Cui Yu's text message was answered quickly: Grandma left, and many people came to the house.

gone?Ji Shao quickly crushed the candy in his mouth and ate it, then walked to the side with a sullen face to make a phone call.

As soon as the phone call was made, Ji Shao said, "I'm at the furniture market, buying a rocking chair with my dad, and I'll be back in a while."

He paused, "Are you crying?"

Cui Yu said, "I didn't cry."

Ji Shao glanced at Ji Gaorui who was talking to the salesperson about the after-sales service of the rocking chair, "I'll be back soon."

Cui Yu at the other end stood in the yard, he knew that Ji Shao would not believe what he said that he was fine, so he simply stopped talking.

Ji Shao wants to stay by Cui Yu's side now, and if he cries, he will have a shoulder to lean on.

"Don't think about it." Ji Shao racked his brains to think of words, "Your parents are probably very sad if you stay with them."

Cui Yu let out a "hmm".

"Then I hung up."

After Ji Shao finished speaking, he didn't hang up the phone, he waited for Cui Yu to hang up first.

Cui Yu didn't hang up either.

The two held their mobile phones and listened to each other's breathing.

After a long while, Ji Shao couldn't laugh or cry, if he went back to this way, it would be a joy to move.

It wasn't until Ji Gaorui yelled that Ji Shao and Cui Yu ended the call.

"Dad, Cui Yu's grandma passed away."

Ji Gaorui asked in surprise, "When did it happen?"

When he passed the gate in the morning, he saw Wang Youxiang talking and laughing, and he didn't hear that the old lady had left.

Ji Shao put the phone back into his trouser pocket, "Cui Yu didn't leave long after returning."

Ji Gaorui sighed, the old lady lived to be eighty, which is considered a long life.

"Dad, are you watching?"

Ji Shao looked around and saw that the rocking chairs were similar.

Ji Gaorui pointed to one of them, "Just that one, it's the same as the one at home."

Ji Shao has no objection, the rocking chair at home has been there for several years, he remembers that when his grandfather was alive, he sat on it every day, and when his grandfather passed away, he looked at the rocking chair for a while, and his heart felt trembling.

After choosing the rocking chair, Ji Gaorui paid the money and asked them to deliver the rocking chair to the door.

Holding the business card in his hand, his eyes glanced at the word Wang Yuedi, and Ji Shao looked at it strangely, as if he had heard it somewhere.

Ji Gaorui urged, "Xiao Shao, what are you looking at, let's go."

Ji Shao groaned, and stuffed the business card into his pocket.

When passing by the glass window, Ji Shao caught a shadow passing by, it was Shi Chongyuan.

Ji Shao yelled, Shi Chongyuan not only didn't stop, but walked faster and faster, as if something was chasing him.

Ji Shao pouted, "..."

Ji Gaorui, who was walking in front, saw that his son didn't follow, and was about to turn around to call, when he heard a voice from the left, "Uncle, do you want to tell your fortune?"

Ji Gaorui searched for the sound and looked over. There was a young man sitting by the side of the road, with all the equipment that a fortune teller should have.

"Sorry, I don't need it."

The boy spat out the melon seeds, showing a bright smile, "Uncle, you are in the wrong place."

Hearing this, Ji Gaorui felt puzzled, but as a man in his 40s, it was impossible for him to care about a child, so he moved away and stood beside him.

The boy smiled and said, "That's not what I meant."

Ji Gaorui felt more and more baffled.

The young man was still smiling, his amber eyeballs were shining beautifully, and his melon seeds never stopped, "Uncle, you have a son who is a freshman in the art department and a painter."

Ji Gaorui suddenly stopped, feeling incredible.

The boy asked again, "Uncle, are you fortune-telling?"

Ji Gaorui was thoughtful, "How do you calculate?"

The boy patted the things on the ground, "Sincerity."

When Ji Shao passed by, Ji Gaorui was in a daze.

"Dad, what are you squatting here for?"

Ji Gaorui woke up with a start, and there was no one in front of him. He was taken aback, "Just now there was a little fortune teller..." How did he leave?

"Fortune teller?" Ji Shao's mouth twitched, "Dad, do you believe that?"

Ji Gaorui said, "It's quite mysterious."

He didn't believe it before, but the kid he met just now could tell his situation verbatim.

If it wasn't calculated, then it wouldn't be possible to find someone to investigate him, an ordinary person.

But if it really worked out, it would be amazing.

The young man sneered in his heart, Cui Yu, last time you pulled a muscle out of me, don't blame me this time.

At that moment, Ji Shao's heart seemed to be split open, he subconsciously covered his chest, gasping for breath in pain.