Where did you get this substitute from?

"Jiang Yu, I remember I told you."

Su Shen looked at the hand that was pulling his sleeve, and at the end of the sentence, she unconsciously felt a little helpless, "I understand that you want to find a new love, but don't tease me."

The light that ignited like sparks in Jiang Yu's eyes instantly dimmed again.

"Sorry, goodbye." Su Shen broke his hand away, and pushed open the door of the box without looking back while holding the coat.

Out of the hotel, the night is dark.

It was only now that he could feel the chill of autumn, and it took him a long time to realize the coat he had brought out.

He put on his coat and walked on the sidewalk, the dim streetlights stretched his shadow extremely long, he put his reddish hands from the wind into his pockets, and suddenly found that there was still something in the pockets.

When I took it out, I found that it was two tickets with yellowed edges.

It's just that the dates of these two tickets were three years ago.

Brother Shen, what do you think of this place?

At that time, the location of the landmark on the webpage opened by Jiang Yu was the destination of this flight.

At this moment, Su Shen, who was standing on the sidewalk and stopped, smiled like a fool. He tore up the ticket with both hands, and after a while, there was an extra handful of confetti, and he threw it away without hesitation.

He mocked in his heart: If Jiang meets you, go and regret it, you fucking deserve it.

Oh, you regret it now and want to turn around, and me, who the hell should I find to regret it.

He bent down and couldn't help choking, the pain in his heart was unbearable.

Immediately, he yelled loudly in his ear: "Hey! Be a bit civic-minded in public places, don't litter!"

A volunteer with armbands carrying a broom walked over from the empty street with an unhappy expression on his face: "What do you look at, who has never been in love before, when a young man falls in love, he will die or live, and go home if he wants to die." , don't come out and be hypocritical."

The mood was interrupted, and Su Shen's thoughts that were about to cry were turned back.

save.

He wiped his face, patted the volunteer on the shoulder as he passed by, and said, "Thank you."

The volunteers looked at him as if they were insane.

The lights in the old neighborhood flickered, and with the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, the sentimentality that Su Shen had suppressed just now rushed up again.

How can I put it this way, living a decadent capitalist life at Yi Yangfan's place for a few months is psychologically unacceptable.

His parents died in a car accident that year, and the house was the only legacy left to him and Sur by his parents who died young.

It was sold here once, and he bought it back later. His grandma died here in her later years. This house can be said to carry all his meanings about family.

He stood at the door, groping on the door frame on tiptoe, and found the rusty key.

After blowing the ashes and inserting the keyhole, when the door was opened, there was no musty smell and long-lasting emptiness as imagined.

He was quite surprised that there was almost no dust on the tables and chairs here.

From the kitchen to the bedroom, the quilt cover is clean and tidy, and there is not even a footprint on the ground.

It shouldn't be, are there still people living here?

But if there are people living here, why are the furnishings here exactly the same as before?There is also the fan who has asthma, shakes it once and rests three times, who lives in such an old thing.

He picked up the remote control on the desk, and the TV turned on smoothly, with clear picture quality and sound echoing in the room. The most fucking weird thing is, who pays for the cable TV bill?

He went back to his bedroom and sat on the desk where he used to do his homework when he was a child. The desk was the same as before except for an obvious scratch.

Opening the drawer, there were some scattered note papers.

Some recorded home WIFI passwords and account numbers for water, electricity and gas;

The rest are confusing words:

"I can't sleep tonight. Think about it, maybe it's because I'm thinking about you. Are you okay?"

"There is a new convenience store fifty steps away from here, so it will be convenient to buy rice next time."

"Lying in bed yesterday, I could hear the young couple next door talking, what should I do, the sound insulation is poor."

The handwriting became more and more familiar.

Until I turned to a piece of paper that read:

"Brother Shen, happy birthday."

There will be no second person who will call him that.

Su Shen couldn't help covering his face.

What's even more exaggerated is that there are obviously tears on this sticky note.

This is a bloody eight o'clock plot.

He imagined that Jiang Yu was lying on this table, crying while the boss wrote a sad note, and wiped away his tears when he was done and listened to the happy couple next door...

Hey, goosebumps got up in an instant.

Su Shen suddenly felt that the sticky note was burning and threw it aside.

Fortunately, he didn't see anything similar after that. He went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, and lay down on the bed.

He thought he would fall asleep soon, but found that he couldn't fall asleep anyway.

Outside the window, there is a sycamore tree swaying its branches non-stop. It is already autumn, and the birds on the tree are still chirping.

It may be because when he returned home, his family memories kept flashing in his mind.

After the parents left, grandma came here from her hometown to take care of the siblings.

In my memory, the dumplings made by my grandma were delicious, but my family was not rich when I was a child, so I seldom made meat-filled dumplings.

Even if meat dumplings are made, grandma will usually give the extra portion to her sister.

So he came to the conclusion at that time that grandma was partial to Sur.

Even if he goes back to take the first place in the exam, puts down his schoolbag to do housework as soon as he gets home, and goes to work and study during the winter and summer vacations, grandma still only prefers Sur.

When lighting up the lamp at night and studying at night, the milk is only for my sister, and when my classmates have a picnic, only he is the two steamed buns.

Su Shen sighed and shrank into the quilt.

He seemed to see grandma holding an umbrella in the pouring rain, knocking on the door anxiously.

He hadn't really seen this scene before, but he didn't know why it seemed to happen before his eyes.

She eagerly grabbed the person in front of her and asked, "... Where is Shen Shen, where has he gone?"

The little old lady who was always stooped got Alzheimer's after he left.

She would go back to that rainy night from time to time, even after Su Shen stood in front of her, she still held his hand tightly and asked her where Shen Shen had gone over and over again.