he has a clean freak

On the second day, Liang Songying went to Li's house to see the boy off.

Uncle Chen who came to open the door saw him, he was taken aback for a moment before he smiled, "Aying, are you back?"

Uncle Chen took him in and patted Liang Songying on the shoulder several times on the way. He didn't say anything but sighed.Liang Songying asked him if he was in good health and what grade his grandson was in.Before he entered, Uncle Chen patted him on the shoulder again, "Go in, child, you're fine." He was kind and nagging, "It's fine."

"Ok!"

Liang Songying found her grandparents in the backyard, and they were watering the flowers and plants.

He called out: "Mother-in-law," they turned their heads when they heard the voice, and he called out to Grandpa's gaze, "Grandpa."

"A Ying!" Grandma responded with a smile, as always, with a kind and kind face.She put down the kettle and came over, took his hand, and asked a lot of questions, Liang Songying also talked to her softly, full of love for this old woman.

Grandma said: "Talk to your grandpa for a while, I'll go see what's in the kitchen, stay tonight and eat the meal made by grandma."

Liang Songying glanced at Grandpa's expression, "Okay."

Only he and grandpa were left in the yard.

While pouring water slowly, grandpa said, "Is there something wrong?"

Liang Songying said: "It's about Yan Wangxiao. He has encountered some troubles recently, and he is fighting against the current mayor Ye Xin to tear each other down. It's not good until now."

Grandpa repeated "Yan Wangxiao?", and then continued to pour water for a while, from one end of the flower garden to the other, Liang Songying helped him fill up the water bottle in the middle, and handed it to him.He took it, finished pouring the water again, and went to wash his hands under the tap.

Liang Songying followed him step by step.

He took the dry towel from Liang Songying, wiped his hands, and said, "Come with me to the study."

Liang Songying smiled, "Okay."

The old and the young were talking about the meal time in the study, and grandma knocked on the door to ask them to eat.Grandpa said: "I think this matter is more difficult to deal with. It is unlikely that it will be resolved. In two days, I will invite someone to have dinner with you and talk about it. If you can't agree, you and that person will be ready. If they leave City Y in time, their hands won't be able to stretch too far. You can only gain if you give up, you know?"

Liang Songying said: "I know, no matter what the outcome of this matter is, I will persuade him and me to leave here."

Grandpa responded, "Oh."

Liang Songying didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the old man, and her smile was more subtle and almost imperceptible, "I will often visit you and grandma when I have time."

Grandpa nodded, "When you get old, you just want your children and grandchildren to be safe, happy and not worried, and don't think too much about it. Your mother used to be... a very good seedling, but it's a pity. I forced her all my life and never woke her up. Apart from making her unhappy, I should have known this..."

"Grandpa, don't say any more, I believe my mother has let go of it, and so do you."

Grandpa nodded slightly, with a sad look on his face.

Liang Songying wasn't sure if the flashing expression was mourning, but just looking at him, she suddenly felt a little sad.

The past is irretrievable, what's the use of regretting it.

After dinner, Liang Songying was about to leave. Grandpa followed him and stopped him at the door.Grandma, Uncle Chen and another old servant were chatting in the living room, one old and one young went outside and closed the door.The night sky outside was very strange, not dark and clean, but full of neon colors.It was quiet outside, and the buzzing voices inside could be heard through the gap in the door, and white light leaked from the windows of the next building.

Grandpa turned on the light at the door and let the light illuminate the way to the exit of the courtyard door.

Looking at the light path, Liang Songying felt some inexplicable emotions surging in his heart. He turned to look at his grandfather. Under the light, he had thin gray hair, wrinkles carved on his face and forehead, and his eyes were cloudy but calm and vicissitudes of time.

Grandpa said: "Qinghan is gone, you have made such a moth, the Liang family probably won't tolerate you. If you can change it, change it, it's the best. If you insist, it's up to you. Grandpa doesn't want to care about it."

Liang Songying said: "It's okay, you don't have to worry about me, I know what I'm doing and what I want, I'm an adult, I can take care of myself, and I won't be ruined just because the Liang family doesn't want me. I know where my father's bottom line is. The relationship with the Liang family will be like this for the time being."

Grandpa said three "yes" in a row, "It's good if you can figure it out. However, although I hate Liang Sixin, he is your own father after all. Dad alienates his son, and the son can't keep away from each other because of this. You have to be cheeky when you have time." Go and see him." He sighed, "Let's go, it's dark at night, drive carefully."

He turned and walked back.

Liang Songying heard him talking to himself: "You don't ask me to meet you when you're dying..."

A cold wind blew at night, Liang Songying walked out of the yard and put on a mask and hat.I don't know if it was an illusion, but just after he went out, he felt that there was someone hiding in the dark of the street lamp, with dim eyes.He thought the reporter followed him here, so he hurried to pick up the car.

As soon as he got home and walked in, the heat was blowing in his face, Yan Wangxiao curled up on the sofa and smiled at him.

He also smiled.

He has been paying attention to media news, but that night until the next day, he searched all media websites, but there was no report about him.

Yan Wangxiao went out.

He was half sitting and half lying on the bed, flipping through his cell phone and feeling bored.

Ghosts and gods almost entered the previous Weibo, and saw the rapid increase in the number of fans. At first, I was surprised, but after thinking about it, I realized that I probably came to join in the fun and watch gossip and eat melons.

The hot reviews made him uncomfortable.

A netizen commented: "The old man sells butchers. He is so dark and cool. It can't be more muddy. Let's leave, he doesn't care about you at all, and it's expensive."

I read it several times and scrolled down to find some positive comments...

No wonder it wasn't reported.

He finally realized that he was really confused.Maybe he was blocked because of his improper image and style.

block……

If he had faced this fact with his former self, he might be aggrieved and uncomfortable for a long time.The current him has gone through so many ups and downs, and he was a little tired after getting out of Luo Chengan three years ago. Even though the way of quitting the entertainment circle was not decent, he decided to gradually fade out of people's sight.

For those irrelevant strangers, he doesn't need to explain them too much, the facts have already been told, believe it or not.

He logged out of his Weibo account and put down his phone.My heart was a little blocked, but I finally calmed down.

To his relief, there are still friends who are willing to keep in touch with him often.At the beginning, he just explained briefly in the circle, "I don't, I'm not." These friends believed him, and let the outside media be full of hype.

Of course, Yan Wangxiao was still willing to let him stay by his side and live together, which comforted him a lot.

And music.No matter what his reputation is or what others think of him, music always treats everyone equally, without prejudice or abandonment.

Also, the relationship between him and the Li family has melted, and he talked a lot with his grandfather. What the grandfather said after chasing him, the implication is that if the Liang family and Yan Wangxiao have nowhere to go, and the Li family is open. door.

Misfortune and fortune depend on.

He went to the cemetery in the afternoon and brought two bouquets of flowers.

On the tombstone is a photo of my mother when she was young, with a bright smile, bright eyes, dignified and beautiful.The photo was in black and white, and he felt sad looking at it.He didn't cry when his mother left, but when he told her about grandpa, his voice couldn't help but choke.

The tombstone faces the sea, and the sky halfway up the mountain is blue and vast.

He turned around and looked up for a long time.

He chose the tombstone here, hoping that his mother could still see this sky, the thought of disappearing from this world forever is too sad.He would rather deceive himself and others into believing in reincarnation, and that his mother would live again in another way, so that he could live a better life and gain the happiness that he had never had in this life.

This idea supported him through the days of bereavement, and gained some relief from grief.

When he thinks like this, the heaven and the earth seem to be sentient.

He picked up another bouquet of flowers, walked for a while, and turned to the side facing the sea.I saw a person in the distance, probably standing in front of Luo Chengan's tomb.He slowed down, walked forward a few meters, and then turned his head.Unexpectedly, the man stopped him, "Lan?"

He didn't answer, and walked back and forth at a leisurely pace.

The man did not catch up.

He went back to his mother's grave, brushed off a leaf that fell on the grave, and talked with her for a while.

"Mom, do you know Luo Cheng'an? That happened five years ago. I never told anyone about it. Only a few people who were present at the time knew about it. These years, I feel very wronged. There is no wrong victim. The media and the public are forced to apologize. How could you say such a bizarre thing? I didn’t want to tell you back then, and you didn’t ask again. I know you believe in me as a human being. I was brought up by you. You know my temper best. , I am very wronged." He paused, thinking about what happened that year, and fell silent for a long time.

He frowned, looking unhappy.

pursed lips.

In the end he didn't say anything, and after sitting for a while, he walked slowly to Luo Cheng'an's tomb and offered flowers.

Luo Chengan confessed loudly at the celebration banquet back then, but kept silent on the spot. He was indeed a little frightened and unhappy.He was very popular at that time, he could do whatever he wanted, and put on an unhappy expression when he was unhappy.Unexpectedly, Luo Chengan secretly poured medicine into his wine. The man was so nervous that he didn't understand the nature of the medicine and poured it into the wine. Uncomfortable, weak in body and short of breath, pale in face and lips, and foaming, he was immediately sent to a private hospital for gastric lavage for first aid.

He lay in the hospital for one night, and woke up the next day with nothing to do, just weak, Luo Chengan sent a message to his mobile phone saying sorry, it was just drugged.He got angry, blacklisted him, and asked the fan support club to re-elect the president.Two days later, news of Luo Chengan's suicide came.

During that time, the public opinion from the outside world was too fierce, and he couldn't let go of Luo Chengan's death, so he thought of quitting the circle for a while.

Fortunately, I survived.

Now that she is riddled with scandals, it would be a lie to say that she is not uncomfortable, but it is not like when she first faced accusations from the sky, she fell from being favored and fell into the abyss, sad to autistic.

The media accused him of not apologizing, or even going to the sacrifice. He went there secretly by himself, stubbornly not wanting the media to know that he had succeeded.

In front of the tombstone, he saw a person standing there for a long time.The man stood first, then sat, and suddenly burst into tears, leaning on the tombstone, leaning on the tombstone, calling Luo Chengan's name, telling him his belated and bitter secret love.

Liang Songying listened for a long time, and her feet were numb in front of the stranger's tombstone. It was dark, and the man walked past him and left.

The light of the flashlight illuminated the man's facial features clearly, and before the man looked over, he turned his face away from him.

A few months later, Li Minghui introduced a psychiatrist to him, and he recognized him—Ren Zeyu, a man whose sadness had not completely faded away.

Originally, Luo Chengan died, so he never intended to disclose the truth, to tarnish the reputation of the deceased, and let him rest in peace, even though he was the one who did the wrong thing.The living are the greatest.After getting to know Ren Zeyu, he will be even more secretive.Ren Zeyu sometimes made insinuations about that past, but he kept the secret firmly.

He is getting better day by day, talking more and laughing more, Ren Zeyu will be happy too.

Therefore, I make an appointment every month for psychological counseling, and I can chat if I have nothing to do.

They did this and were friends for five years.

Until some time ago, the relationship ended.

Go back down the mountain and meet a red light at the intersection.The window of the vehicle next to him was lowered, and someone knocked on his window.He turned his head and glanced, it was Ren Zeyu.

Ren Zeyu motioned for him to lower the window.

Liang Songying thought for a while, then pressed the switch and slowly opened the window.

Ren Zeyu took out a bouquet of flowers from the window and threw it over, "Why bother to be hypocritical, you have been lying to me for five years, you have hidden it deep enough." He smiled sarcastically, "I am your psychiatrist, and I never knew you liked men .”

Liang Songying didn't know how to explain it. If this was the reason for Ren Zeyu to suddenly turn his face, then he had nothing to say, so he could only say, "I don't know either."

Ren Zeyu smiled disdainfully again, turned his eyes back to the front, and watched the red traffic lights flashing, "You deserve what you are doing now, you deserve it, you can't blame anyone, if you want to blame it, you can blame yourself for being dishonest .”

Although he was no longer a friend, Ren Zeyu's words still stabbed him in the heart.Liang Songying wanted to ask him if he hated herself, but Ren Zeyu had already closed the window and drove forward.

He looked up and saw the green light, and drove the car sullenly, but there was no sign of Ren Zeyu in the traffic ahead.He looked at the flower thrown on the side seat, it was the tulip that he had presented to Luo Chengan just now, it was folded and held a few times, and the flowers and leaves were ruined.

He returned to the apartment, sat on the balcony and watched the sky, listening to music and smoking a cigarette.It feels so stuffy.

When Yan Wangxiao came home at night and saw that he was in a bad mood, he asked him what was wrong.

He told him about meeting Ren Zeyu when he went to sweep the grave today.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow night at [-]:[-] there will be a bigger ending.