No.30 Eight Lovers

In Seattle, Zhang Yixing went to Milan, and Grandpa went to... heaven.

Always unable to withstand the torment of age and disease, the condition of the elderly is not as good as before, sleeping like a long sleep, and waking up in pain.

Until the critical illness notice arrives.

So that injection was injected by Luhan himself. It is ridiculous to say that Luhan has only held the syringe twice in his life. One needle was stuck in his hand and he became a hysterical drug addict since then. From then on, the grandpa in his bones separated heaven and man.

"Let him go, grandpa is very tired..."

No one can truly understand Lu Han's feelings when he stood in front of his father with red and swollen eyes and said to give grandpa a relief.

"Luhan!"

"I don't want to see him in so much pain!"

At that moment, the stubborn father was in tears, turned his back to his son, and burst into tears.

Lu Han gritted his teeth to hold back the tears, his tightly clenched hands made his body tremble with all his strength, his red eyes didn't blink just to hold the gradually accumulated tears.

Through tears, the world is like a fragmented mirror, piece by piece will never be complete, bloody and bloody.

Lu Han wished he could relieve his grandfather.

The notice was signed by Luhan, no one has the courage.Lu Han knelt on the bedside and talked to dozens of closed grandpas. From childhood to adulthood, from Byun Baek-hyun to Wu Se-hoon, he couldn't stop talking, but the demented old man only responded with a smirk and a caress.At night, the old man took sleeping pills but still refused to go to sleep, holding Lu Han's hand and laughing foolishly.

"grandfather……"

"H...Han..."

Lu Han couldn't help crying anymore, the old man didn't remember anyone but he only remembered Lu Han, he seemed to understand something so he held Lu Han's hand for a long time.

"Grandpa, go to sleep! There will be no more pain after falling asleep... No pain, no worry, no waiting..."

"Han...Han..." The old man was still smirking, and stretched out his hand tremblingly to wipe away Lu Han's tears, "Grandpa...grandpa...grandpa will take you...go out to play...don't cry..."

"Okay." Nodding his head, Luhan squeezed the old man's hand and smiled, "When Hanhan grows up, he wants to honor his grandpa, and wants to... buy delicious food and a big house for grandpa... grandpa..."

No one can get close to the old man, the old man is always struggling, as stubborn as a child messing around, just thinking about Han Han, tearing his heart and lungs in pain and making a fuss at the same time.

I can't imagine what kind of mood Luhan used to borrow the syringe from the doctor in the end. The old man smiled sweetly, watching Luhan and chanting "Hanhan..."

"If there is a next life, I will still be your grandson, and you will still be my grandfather, but I will never be Luhan again, I have been away from you for too long... really too long..."

"Hanhan...don't cry anymore, grandpa hurts..."

It was Luhan who tremblingly injected the medicine into the old man's body, and then quietly hugged the old man who was gradually falling asleep.Refusing to be accompanied by anyone, Luhan is terribly strong.

Finally, when it was almost dawn, the alarm sound of the ECG monitor became more and more rapid, until the last long sound, the old man fell into a long sleep, sleeping peacefully in the arms of his beloved grandson, without pain or tears, and left peacefully.

Like the white chrysanthemum pinned to the chest, the whole autumn is elegant and quiet.

The fiery red maple leaves covered the graves of grandparents one by one, and were swept away by a gust of wind, leaving only two cold monuments.

That was the first line of ancient poetry that Lu Han learned while sitting on his grandfather's lap with a book in his hands.

Parking and sitting in love Fenglin night, the frosty leaves are red in February flowers.

"I thought the red all over the mountains and plains were spring flowers," Lu Han looked up at Wu Shixun, crying in a very soft voice, "Actually, it's already late autumn..."

As if blown by the dry autumn wind, Luhan's red eyes did not have a single tear, his lips were dry and bloodless, and his eyes looking at Wu Shixun were empty.

Let Luhan's forehead rest on his chest, Wu Shixun held his hands tightly.

"That's the fallen leaves returning to their roots."

The fallen leaves return to their roots, where do people come from and where do they go, and all the constant parting will eventually come to nothing.A lifetime is too long to be wasted, but too short to be used to love, and to be wasted may be to die, but when one is fulfilled, one will not care about the length of one's life, just like the epitaph of an old man——

I am always ordinary or even mediocre, but I am not mediocre, so I have a clear conscience; my life is always calm or even ordinary, but I have a beloved wife, a great son and a proud grandson, so I have no regrets up.

"Don't touch him!"

With a short-tempered shout, a group of little girls rushing to the ticket gate were all stopped, and they looked up blankly at the two men wearing masks and hats in the crowd. Their superior height made them stand out from the crowd. .

"Don't be so loud," Luhan whispered in Wu Shixun's ear, "They just..."

"Yeah! Boyfriend!"

"Holding hands!"

The little girls who were a little depressed and resentful just now were suddenly very excited, and their sharp laughter and screams were no less than the hellish screams in horror movies.

Amidst the noise, Lu Han cuddled tightly to the only familiar chest behind him.

"Get out of here!"

Holding the person in his arms, Wu Shixun half hugged Lu Han and warned coldly.Even if you can't see the man's eyes, you can still feel his murderous eyes, the girls quickly give way, Wu Shixun pulls Lu Han to check the ticket and enters the stadium.

"A horrible creature."

Pulling Luhan to find a place to sit down, Wu Shixun sighed.

Lu Han on the side suddenly laughed out loud, feeling much more at ease.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm not your fan, so I don't feel sorry for you?"

"It will hurt you if it hurts you!"

Wu Shixun flipped through his bag and answered casually, but Lu Han was calmed down by his inadvertent words. Looking at Wu Shixun who was busy with his head down, his heart was agitated.

"Take off your hat, wipe off your sweat." Reaching out to take off Lu Han's hat, he met his gaze, "What's wrong?"

"Wu Shixun, you are the only one who will accompany me to fool around like this..."

Touching the soft part of his heart, Wu Shixun smiled, reached out and gently wiped the sweat off Lu Han's forehead, and Fu helped him put on the hat carefully.

"You are the one who will follow me for the rest of my life. It is not good for you when you are so energetic now. What will I do if you run away?"

"You mean to say that I'm old and you..."

"You're old and I think it's better for you!" Interrupting Lu Han, Wu Shixun held his chin and thought for a while, "If you leave me alone to die first, what will I do for the rest of my life?"

Looking at Wu Shixun, Luhan smiled tenderly, leaning his head on his shoulder and quietly watching the stage that was about to boil.

"Humans are indeed social animals, and being crowded is warm."

"If you choose not to be a VIP but squeeze into the entrance with the crowd, only you will feel warm in this world..." Wu Shixun smiled helplessly. "But it doesn't matter, as long as they don't hurt you, the crowd will be used as warmth."

Half a year after Grandpa Lu passed away, Lu Han decided to meet new people because of Wu Shixun's company.

Dividing the world into his own world and other people's world, Lu Han is always habitually standing by and escaping, habitually looking for a balance point, looking for a little comfort in the loneliness of the circle.

There are too many people like Luhan, lonely people are always used to say "it doesn't matter", being hurt by someone who cares is sad, but the saddest thing is actually pretending not to care.The so-called "concern leads to chaos", gradually, they let themselves stay out of the matter, that invulnerable appearance is like that thick dead skin, if it is not constantly pressed and rubbed, how can it be so hard?

Grandpa Lu's death instantly emptied Lu Han's already weak pillar, the so-called strength took too much effort, and it would only be more fragmented when it collapsed.Shut yourself in the dark, because you are afraid that you will cry when you see the obvious things, and punish yourself for your cruelty with stupid behaviors such as not eating or drinking.

"You're right, why bother yourself?!"

No matter what Wu Shixun said, there was only sinking in that door.Lu Han is too stubborn, even he has never been kind to himself, Wu Shixun understands this very well.

Slamming on the door fiercely, Wu Shixun suddenly changed his usual roughness.

"Okay, Luhan, you continue to use your methods to beg for your peace of mind, and I will use mine to make you stop blaming yourself!"

Wu Shixun began to sit at the door of Lu Han's room, without dripping water or saying a word.

Across the door, one was stubborn and the other was paranoid, no one gave up and no one gave in, for three days and three nights, Wu Shixun did not leave a single step.

The door opened slowly, Lu Han was in a panic, he leaned weakly against the door frame, his body slowly slid down the frame, and leaned against Wu Shixun's shoulder.

"Figured out?"

Nodding his head slightly, Luhan smiled, "I lost to you too...fool."

Wu Shixun took his hand, tilted his head and kissed his hair, and closed his eyes weakly.

"If you persist to the end, then I will compromise... But I will always be with you, and accompany you to make all the decisions you make."

The faces in his mind blurred and disappeared one by one, but the faces he didn't want to remember couldn't go away. Luhan knew that he was always living in someone else's world, even if he was isolated again.Especially when Wu Shixun's frowns, smiles, words and deeds are engraved in his heart, Lu Han is no longer alone, and his world is no longer isolated. People who live outside the hustle and bustle live in their hearts. There is a person who never forgets. Not alone anymore.

People always have to have thoughts, he has to live beautifully for that paranoid at the door, right...

"wise man!"

The fans sitting next to him excitedly shouted the names of the people on stage, Baekhyun's consistent hard work and dedication made him always glow when performing.

"Baekhyun's childhood dream is like this, a stage that belongs to him and a group of people who simply like him." Attached to Wu Shixun's ear, Luhan said, "