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Late at night, a black car arrived downstairs at Jane's house.

A young man in a black suit got out of the co-pilot first, went around to the left and opened the rear door. A man in a dark jacket, about 50 or [-] years old, bowed out of the car.

The man was tall, half his head taller than the secretary running next to him. He carried a travel bag and strode forward, and Heixi's secretary trotted along, chattering something, Until he arrived in front of Jian's house, Jian Chuming waved to him.

The secretary immediately said: "Okay, boss, then I'll go first. I've sorted out the documents over there and sent them to your mailbox."

Jian Chuming nodded and told him: "Don't call me on the phone if there is no urgent matter these two days. I will deal with the documents after nine o'clock in the morning and 11 o'clock in the evening."

Finally handed over, the secretary left.

Jian Chuming exhaled, raised his hand to straighten his clothes, and then looked at his face against the reflective door. Instead of being exhausted from the exhaustion of the boat, he changed to the joy of returning home before he was about to ring the doorbell, but he scanned it on the watch At the same time, Jian Chuming took out the keys from his bag again.

It's past midnight now.He opened the door, and the light in the living room was still on.

Xi Fang curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

Jian Chuming put down his travel bag and changed into a pair of light slippers.When Xi Fang fell asleep, her brows were still slightly frowned. Jian Chuming reached out to stroke her brows, and Xi Fang woke up suddenly.

"You're back, why did I fall asleep." She pressed her temple.

"Go back to your room and go to sleep, it's cold outside, it's time to freeze."

Xi Fang sat up and said, "I'm not going to sleep anymore, have you eaten yet? I'll go and heat up some food for you."

"The plane is late, and I haven't eaten anything yet." Jian Chuming took off his coat and handed it to Xi Fang, then asked her in a low voice, "Is my son asleep?"

"It's time to sleep, why don't you go up and have a look."

Jian Chuming went upstairs and saw that Jian Cong's door was still ajar. He gently opened the door and walked in. Jian Cong was already asleep.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was a bit high, and there was no ventilation.

Jian Chuming took the remote control to adjust the self-controlled temperature, then bent down to pick up the quilt and covered Jian Cong a little.After getting up, he looked at Jian Cong with his hands behind his back under the moonlight outside the window. After a long time, he whispered: "You bastard, you lost weight again."

Jian Cong turned over with a snap, and Jian Chuming shut his mouth and walked out of the room lightly. When he saw the sculpture, he smiled at the end of his eyes, and patted the sculpture's head twice.

In fact, Jian Cong didn't sleep very well. He had nightmares one after another. When he was woken up by the alarm clock in the morning, his heart was still pounding. He was so full of who I was and where I was that he had forgotten when he went downstairs Jian Chuming is back.

Jian Chuming and Xi Fang were sitting at the dining table having breakfast, it could be seen that Jian Chuming was in a good mood, they were talking and laughing.

Jian Cong was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and wanted to go back.

"Jian Cong!" Jian Chuming yelled, and then said, "Come over for dinner."

When Jian Cong came over, Jian Chuming got up and pulled out the chair for him, arranged the dishes,

Jian Cong walked past him and sat on the other side.

Jian Chuming paused, then handed him the bowl and chopsticks.

He sat down and asked Jian Cong patiently: "Why is your spirit so bad? Is there something uncomfortable?"

Jian Cong took the milk from the nanny, thanked him, but ignored Jian Chuming.

Jian Chuming was not discouraged, he put fried dough sticks for Jian Cong again, and said with a smile: "I remember you like to eat this the most, your mother still..." Jian Chuming stopped talking, he realized that he had made a slip of the tongue.

Jian Cong asked without changing his face, "What else?"

Jian Chuming didn't say a word.

Jian Cong put the fried dough sticks aside, "I don't eat fried dough sticks anymore."

Jian Chuming flattered the horse's leg and choked.

Seeing Jian Cong picking up the phone with one hand and starting to look through it, Jian Chuming changed the subject again, "I remember you have used this phone for a few months, right? Apple's new phone is out, I'll order one for you."

"Today is the anniversary of my mother's death. I won't accept gifts." Jian Cong stood up and pushed the chair back under the table. He said, "I'm full. I'll go to the flower shop to get flowers first."

He put on his shoes and went out.

The moment the door slammed shut, Jian Chuming's heart skipped a beat, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Jingyun Cemetery is in the suburbs, and it takes an hour to get there from home.

There were only father and son in the car. Jian Cong sat on the right side of the back row, embracing a large bouquet of white and tender roses. He turned his head to look at the scenery passing by outside the car.

Jian Chuming looked at him through the rearview mirror, and asked softly, "Son, do you miss your mother?"

Jian Cong turned his head away and said nothing.

He pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, clenched one wrist tightly with the other, and his eyes were still red.

Why don't you want to?The dead turned into white ashes and loess, and the pain of the living turned into scabs in their hearts. After this farewell, they never saw each other again in the world.

Only miss.

The car was parked outside the cemetery.

Today was a working day, and the huge cemetery was deserted. The staff led them into the cemetery and explained their worship matters.

Jian Cong walked ahead of Jian Chuming, reached the monument first, and put down the flowers.

He always walks like a ruffian, but today he stood very straight. He stood in front of the stele and bowed respectfully three times. Jian Chuming was one step behind him, bowed first with the flowers and then put down the white chrysanthemum.

The staff handed over the towel again, and Jian Chuming carefully wiped the stele aside.

"In the blink of an eye, a year has passed." Jian Chuming said, "How are you doing over there? My son has grown another year, and next year, he will be eighteen, a big boy."

Jian Cong blinked, and his eye sockets were red.

"You promised to hold a lively coming-of-age ceremony for him, and you've broken your promise." Jian Chuming's voice choked up for a moment, and he continued, "But I'm still here, just don't worry, just explain it to me." I have taken care of everything in a safe and sound manner, and you will take care of yourself over there."

"Son." Jian Chuming waved at Jian Cong, "Come here and have a word with your mother."

Jian Cong yelled "Mom", his throat was tight, and he couldn't say anything. He bowed to the monument three times, tears and dropped beads all fell on the ground.

Jian Chuming grabbed him into his arms and said with a choked voice: "Then don't say anything, your mother understands what you want to say, she is the most understanding."

Jian Cong grabbed his father's sleeve.

It has been a year, and it seems that everyone has come out, only he is still immersed in infinite mourning.

Feeling the rare embrace and smelling the comfortable men's perfume at the tip of his nose, Jian Cong found that Jian Chuming was just like a familiar stranger to him.

They'd both tried to be close to each other, only to find helplessly that neither understood the other.

A gutter was drawn in the middle, and they all only thought about how to cross it, but no one thought about how to fill it.

So each other was disappointed too many times, and the gutter became a natural moat.