Retreat

He Yu took off his coat to Li Tang, and there was only a thin short-sleeved T-shirt inside. When walking down the mountain along the path, he unconsciously hugged his arm.Behind him, Qiao Mudong took off his suit and put it on him.

He Yu immediately felt a warm breath surrounding him, but he still refused and pushed the clothes back to him, "No need."

Qiao Mudong said coldly, "Then lose it."

He Yu had no choice but to put his clothes back on his shoulders.

At this time, both of them felt that they were really hungry. When they came down from the cemetery, there was a noodle stall outside the gate of the cemetery.It's really a small stall, there is no running water to wash dishes, and the owner uses paper lunch boxes with plastic bags for noodles.They didn't care whether it was dirty or not, so they sat down and asked the boss to cook two bowls of beef noodles.

Surprisingly, the taste of the boss's noodles is not bad.

He Yu buried his head in eating noodles, Qiao Mudong suddenly picked up a piece of beef from the bowl and threw it into He Yu's bowl.He Yu was startled, and looked up at Qiao Mudong.Qiao Mudong shrugged nonchalantly, "It's easy, let's eat."

Qiao Mudong also did this kind of thing when eating in prison.Qiao Mudong's dinner plate would always have more food than theirs, as long as He Yu sat next to him, Qiao Mudong would throw something at He Yu's dinner plate from time to time like dismissing a puppy.At that time, He Yu thought, I let him sleep anyway, why not eat?So he ate with peace of mind.

Of course it's different now than in prison, no one cares about such a little bit of beef slag.However, He Yu stirred his bowl with chopsticks, and he didn't find a piece of meat for a long time. He smiled, lowered his head and continued to eat noodles.

After eating, a thin layer of sweat formed on Qiao Mudong's forehead, and he even loosened his tie.

He Yu was still wearing Qiao Mudong's suit, and walked towards the canteen at the entrance of the cemetery. He bought a set of incense candles and paper money, and picked two or three stacks of ghost notes.Qiao Mudong watched behind him, and asked inexplicably, "What are you doing? You still have to burn paper for Hong Xiangfeng?"

He Yu said, "I'm going to see my mother."

Qiao Mudong was a little dazed, but after a while he came back to his senses and said, "I'll go with you."

He Yu saw that he walked to the small shop, hesitated for a long time among the large bunches of flowers, and finally chose a bouquet that cost more than 200 yuan.The bouquet was too big, almost half as tall as Qiao Mudong, and when he picked it up, it covered his whole face.

He Yu thought it was funny, and cursed: "I'm sick."

Qiao Mudong didn't care, followed behind He Yu, and asked, "Your mother is also buried here."

He Yu slowly climbed the stairs and said, "Yes, in Mingyuan."

In Qiao Mudong's memory, this was the first time He Yu talked about his family with him. He never knew whether He Yu's parents were still there, and how many brothers and sisters he had. In his eyes, He Yu had always been a separate existence.

Qiao Mudong suddenly said: "My mother is also dead, she committed suicide, she jumped from the sixth floor, a puddle of blood flowed out from under her body, even her underwear was stretched, it's not pretty at all."

He Yu stopped and asked, "Did you see it?"

Qiao Mudong nodded, "I didn't look very carefully. When I wanted to look, I was pulled away." He put down the bouquet, took out a cigarette to light it, and smiled, "Actually, I was more than ten years old at that time." Now, it's not that fragile."

He Yu suddenly recalled his previous thoughts, "Your mother used to be beautiful, right?"

Qiao Mudong exhaled a puff of smoke, and picked up the flowers again, "It's very beautiful, but also proud, but it's a pity that life is not good."

He Yu opened his mouth, restrained himself from asking, and continued walking forward.

No. 7, Row 18, Mingyuan, He Yu kept this number firmly in his heart.

He squatted down, wiped off the ashes in front of the tombstone, then took out the lighter, lit the incense candle, knelt down and prayed three times, and inserted it into the small incense burner.

Then, He Yu separated the paper money and ignited it from the burning candle.

A wisp of green smoke curled up, entrusting the son's concern and grief, and passing it on to the mother in the distance.

"Mom," He Yu said softly, "Are you okay? I have found a job now, and my life can barely be stabilized. I will rent a house after I save some money, so I won't cause trouble to others. You don't have to worry about me , take good care of yourself alone, tell me in a dream if you need anything, and I will burn it for you."

In fact, many people in this world may not believe in ghosts and gods, but sometimes, they can only rely on this to place their thoughts.Instead of believing that death brings nothing but ashes, tell yourself that she just went to another world, where there is no pain and suffering, and she will be happier than living in this world.

This is self-deception, but also spiritual comfort.

Standing by and watching, Qiao Mudong noticed the date of birth and death recorded on He Mu's tombstone.The old man died on April 2011, 4, when He Yu was still in prison.

It was in April last year, Qiao Mudong couldn't remember the exact day, when he was having lunch that day, He Yu put the dinner plate on his face.Before that, he always felt that He Yu was a weak little white rabbit, a white and clean college student, who lived in anxiety all day long in the prison, afraid of being bullied.For this reason, the more people like Qiao Mudong loved to provoke him, at first they pinched his buttocks, watching him flush and then turn pale; later on, it became more and more excessive and presumptuous, and He Yu slept on his upper bunk , Sometimes when he turned over in the middle of the night, He Yu would be so frightened that He Yu would tremble on the bed.

But on that day, He Yu finally broke out and cut his head and face from the food until he was dragged away by the prison guards, pointing at him and scolding: "Qiao Mudong, you perverted bastard, why don't you die! I'll fuck you The whole family! I will not let you go!"

He Yu was imprisoned for three days. After he came out, he was no longer the original little white rabbit. He turned himself into a hedgehog. No matter who touched him, he stabbed back hard, even for Qiao Mudong who forced him to do it. He doesn't care about those things anymore.He Yu curled himself up into a ball, and refused to show his soft side to others.

For such He Yu, Qiao Mudong's interest has not diminished at all, on the contrary, he loves to get close to him more and more, even more than before.Qiao Mudong felt that maybe he was a little mean, no matter how much He Yu quarreled with him or how much he sneered, he still couldn't help posting it, just to fuck him hard; but sometimes when He Yu stabbed him hard, Qiao Mudong would be a little bit Miss the original He Yu, that He Yu who would blush when his butt was touched.

Now that I think about it, those changes were probably due to the death of He Yu's mother, or maybe it was a severe blow that turned that gentle young man into what he is today.

Qiao Mudong stepped forward and placed the large bouquet of flowers in front of He Mu's tombstone.The bouquet was too big, with luxuriant branches, which immediately covered the entire tombstone.

He Yu was speechless, and secretly scolded Qiao Mudong for being an idiot, but he didn't move the flowers away. After all, it was Qiao Mudong's heart for his mother.

He Yu stood up and looked up into the distance.The environment here is very good, peaceful and peaceful. It is indeed a good place to bury the ancestors. At that time, Fu Chenshan must have put in a lot of effort.He looked down at the empty tomb next to He Mu's tomb again, and suddenly had an idea in his mind.

"Qiao Mudong," He Yu said, "Can you lend me some money?"

Qiao Mudong asked strangely, "Why? How much?"

He Yu hesitated, and said: "I don't know, I'll ask later, it should be less than [-]."

Qiao Mudong frowned, "What are you going to do?"

He Yu looked at He Mu's tombstone, "I want to buy the next tomb and keep it for myself." He will never be able to marry a wife, have children and have his own family in his life. Here with my mother.

Qiao Mudong got a little angry, "Is there something wrong with you? You are not yet 30 years old, so you plan to die?"

He Yu said: "What's wrong with making plans early?"

Qiao Mudong said angrily: "Fart! I don't have any money, I have to buy it myself and find a way to buy it, don't look for me!" After finishing speaking, he still felt dissatisfied, and cursed again, "My brain is sick!"

He Yu couldn't help laughing at Qiao Mudong's words, grabbed his arm and said, "OK, OK, I'm mentally ill."

Qiao Mudong shook off him, turned and left, "I'll wait for you in the car."

He Yu turned around and said to his mother: "Mom, I'm living a good life now, and there are people who treat me well, don't worry." After finishing speaking, he bowed down and put the flowers sent by Qiao Mudong on the side of the tombstone , revealing the photo of Mother He, and gently stroked it with her finger, and then slowly left.