bookworm

August NO.11 is an ordinary day for many people. They have to work, chat and play as usual, but for others, the meaning is completely different.

Feng Feng took the first bus with his mother early in the morning, and arrived at the cemetery on the outskirts of the city. This is what the mother and son must do on this day every year.

Neither Atobe nor Uesugi followed. They are smart people who do not violate the bottom line of other people's privacy, and they know to leave a space for others alone.

Feng Feng followed behind his mother, detoured a few small paths familiarly, and stopped in front of a small tombstone at the corner. The words "Feng Zhanzhi's Tomb" were engraved on the tombstone.Although Liu Fang had never told him who the person they were worshiping was, Feng Feng knew it clearly in his heart, and he knew it vaguely since the first time he was brought here since he was a child.

Liu Fang arranged the bouquet and fruit basket in her hand at once, placed them in front of the tombstone, reached out and gently brushed off a few dead leaves, without saying a word, Feng Feng stood behind her with eyes downcast, silent with her .

"Fengfeng, do you know who is inside?"

Liu Fang asked in a low voice, as if she just realized this problem now.

Feng Feng nodded: "Yes."

It's dad.

Liu Fang smiled and said, "Well, so you already knew."

Without saying a word, Feng Feng stepped forward and sat down with his mother.

Although he came to worship once a year, only Liu Fang knew that there was nothing in it, just an empty box. The body of that person had been lost in the big explosion long ago, not even a single bone was found.

It's okay to lose...

At least the self back then would not be heartbroken holding the flesh and blood of his lover.

Liu Fang touched her quiet and well-behaved son who was sitting on the side, and said to the tombstone, "Look, Fengfeng has grown up again, isn't it a little different from last year?"

"We are doing very well in Japan now. Fengfeng has also made some sincere friends. He...he treats me very well, so you don't have to worry about it."

"I'm really sorry, I haven't come to take care of your tomb for so long, you won't be angry, will you?"

Liu Fang babbled and whispered about some parents' slander, but Feng Feng was used to it.

After talking for a while, Liu Fang suddenly stopped talking, and turned to look at her son: "Fengfeng, do you want to hear about Dad?"

Feng Feng raised his head to look at her, a little surprised, because his mother never told him anything about his father except sweeping the tomb.Even though I said it intermittently when I was a child, Feng Feng doesn't remember much of it anymore.

The only impression of his father was that when he was young, those children sang "Feng Feng's father is a hooligan" in front of him unscrupulously.

"Okay." Feng Feng nodded, he wanted to know the truth of the matter a long time ago.

"You have grown up too, and I will tell you everything you need to know."

So, in front of this small tomb, Liu Fang began to talk about Father Feng's short but true life, while Feng Feng just touched the tombstone while listening to the story with his eyes down.

The two stayed in front of the tombstone for a long time, until their legs were numb, and they reluctantly stood up.Liu Fang patted the tombstone and said with a smile, "Let's go first and come to see you next year."

After speaking, he turned and left, Feng Feng followed behind, walked a few steps and couldn't help looking back again.The morning sun shone on the cold tombstone, glowing with luster and deserted.

dad……

The corners of Feng Feng's eyes were a little wet, he had never seen it before.

"Fengfeng, what's the matter?" Liu Fang's voice came from not far away.

"Oh, here we come!"

Feng Feng blinked his eyes, turned his head and followed, leaving this clear and cold place.

When they came out, both mother and son were not in a good mood.

"Fangfang, are you out?"

"Xiuyi?"

Liu Fang looked at the two people standing at the gate of the cemetery in surprise. It seemed that they had been waiting there for a long time.

"Ah, there's nothing to do anyway, so I'll come here with Atobe-kun to pick you up."

go home……

Feng Feng liked this word, he happily ran to Atobe, "Why are you here?"

Atobe stretched out his hand and rubbed his fluffy short hair, and his tone rose slightly: "Why, can't I come?"

"Then let's go back quickly, it's time to make lunch."

Liu Fang smiled and said, she stepped forward to hold Uesugi's hand, and leaned gently on him, feeling at ease like never before.

"I happen to be hungry too, let's go!"

When they came, they were two lonely people, and when they left, they were really laughing and laughing foursome.

The dead have passed away, but the living still have a lot of time to live hard.

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After returning from the grave-sweeping day, Feng Feng was relatively silent for several days. Sometimes he would even open his book and rest his chin in a daze, and even Mobu couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

"Atobe..." Feng Feng looked at Atobe who was doing homework while holding a pen with glowing eyes.

"Huh?"

Atobe responded to him while listing the formulas on the workbook.

"It turns out that my father is really a great hero!"

Atobe: "..."

Feng Feng put his hands in front of him and said excitedly, "My father is not a hooligan!"

Atobe: "..."

Feng Feng dragged Jibu and talked non-stop, wishing that everyone in the world knew that Feng Feng's father was a hero.

Atobe had a headache, but he didn't stop him.

Feng Feng was so happy, maybe it was because it was the first time he heard something about his father so closely.

Let him go.

Atobe felt a little distressed seeing the people around him in high spirits.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, most of the summer vacation has passed. Feng Feng and Atobe not only do their homework every day, but also often go to various interesting places, buy some delicious things and come back. Together with my mother and uncle, the four chatted happily.

In consideration of Uesugi and Atobe, Liu Fang decided to return to Japan one week in advance.

Feng Feng didn't have any opinion on this decision. He didn't particularly like this place, so he left as soon as he left, with nothing to miss.

The day before departure, a person appeared in Feng's living room.

Chen Ying was a little nervous, it was the first time she sat in this place so anxiously, so she lowered her head and just looked at the floor in a daze.

Liu Fang probably knew what she was here for, so she took her husband to hide in her bedroom, and let them solve the junior affairs by themselves.

As a result, there were only the two of them left in the living room, and there was an awkward silence.

After a while, Chen Yingcai hesitated and said, "I saw it that day."

"???"

Feng Feng looked at her in confusion, not knowing what she meant by this inexplicable sentence.

"That's right, you guys... kissed behind the tree, I saw it all."

"Oh." Feng Feng said indifferently.

His unexpected reaction surprised Chen Ying, "You...are you not afraid that I will speak out?"

Feng Feng looked at her with a sneer, "Why are you afraid? Say what you like."

Chen Ying was silent, lowered her head and fiddled with the buttons on her clothes, and said in an explanatory way: "I won't say anything, don't worry, I... I will keep it secret."

Feng Feng was noncommittal.

"Do you really like that boy?"

Feng Feng didn't answer her, but just looked elsewhere.

Without getting an answer, Chen Ying replied self-consciously: "I'm really talking nonsense, if you don't like him, how can you be so close to him... I remember, you used to ignore even us neighbors of."

"You like that guy a lot, don't you?"

Feng Feng turned his head and said word by word: "Yes, I like him very much, so that's why you came here this time to say that?"

At this time, Feng Feng would be very surprised if there were outsiders around.

This cold, hostile, sharp person would be that limp, unworldly, stuffy but lovable nerd.

His rejection of Chen Ying was so obvious that even a blind person could clearly feel it.

And Chen Ying herself fully understood why this situation happened.

She really misses more and more, when she was young, the small, soft, and childish boy who followed her and called her "Sister Ying".

"I heard that you will be in Japan tomorrow?"

"Well, let's go tomorrow."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Chen Ying was silent again.

"Then, will you come back later?"

"Maybe, who made this my hometown."

Feng Feng subconsciously emphasized the word "hometown". He may not have felt it himself, but the listeners must have noticed it.

"Do you really hate me?"

Feng Feng was a little impatient: "Can you stop talking nonsense? If there is nothing else, I'm going back to pack the suitcase."

The corners of Chen Ying's eyes were a little wet, but in the end she didn't say anything, she just stood up and left the Feng's hall quietly.

After Feng Feng waited until she did leave, he wearily covered his face and wept silently.

Atobe was in the kitchen outside the living room, watching the whole process inadvertently, unexpectedly, this little idiot actually had such a side.

Back in his room, Feng Feng and Atobe sat on the bed and read a book.The packed luggage is at your feet.

As if he could finally bear it no longer, Feng Feng hugged Atobe's waist, and rubbed his head coquettishly.

Atobe didn't push him away, he knew that this muffled boy finally wanted to say something.

In fact, he and Chen Ying really don't have any big feuds, they are both from children's families, so what kind of blood feud can they have.

However, just because they are all children, the injuries caused in childhood may be unforgettable for life.

At first, the relationship between Feng Feng and Chen Ying was very good, and Feng Feng was also willing to follow her behind her every day and call her "Sister Ying", and then gave her half of the snacks given by her mother. The child made troubles all day long and returned home in a disgraceful manner.

However, one day, the elder sister who would play with him in the young Feng Feng's heart changed, and for some unknown reason, she suddenly brought a group of naughty things that they didn't usually play with, and sang along behind him. The ballads that insulted his father.

No matter how young Feng Feng was, he knew that his father could be scolded by others casually.

So, he and those kids got into a fight, and Chen Ying was the one who cheered on those naughty kids.At that time, although Feng Feng learned a little boxing from his godfather, he was small and weak, so how could he beat a group of bad kids who were stronger than him and had many more people.

As a result, he went home with injuries almost every day.

And Chen Ying never came to see him once.

Feng Feng's phobia of roses was also caused by Chen Ying. At that time, if Chen Ying hadn't become nervous, he would suddenly push him down among the rose bushes...

Atobe quietly listened to him talking about these old things, and stroked his hair from time to time to show comfort.

In his opinion, in fact, Feng Feng's feelings for that girl in his heart may not be as indifferent as he showed, he probably just doesn't understand.

He didn't understand why, but his sister, who had always been close to him, betrayed him overnight.

The betrayal of the closest person is often a hundred times more painful than being hurt by the most hated person.

Feng Feng's voice gradually lowered. He lay on Atobe's lap and muttered to himself: "Actually, I don't hate her anymore, but I can't control it every time I see her..."

Perhaps what he was waiting for was an apology from that girl.

"Atobe." Feng Feng looked up at him, "You won't leave me, will you?"

Atobe didn't say anything, just lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"My uncle will never do such an unglamorous thing."

So, don't worry about being abandoned.

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Feng Feng's diary:

XX month XX

I like Atobe.