Strange disease

I withdraw myself from my thoughts.

We were both a little excited that night.

There are still a few bottles of good red wine hidden in the wine cabinet at home, because I was so happy, I accidentally drank too much, and I was carried to the bed by Xi Rong in a daze.

When I got to the bed, I still refused to stop, clutching the corner of his clothes tightly, murmuring nonsense, nothing more than nasty confessions of how much I like him and how much I can't bear him.

I'm only bold when I'm drunk, and those words that make me blush when I hear them pop out like I don't want money. Hun, don't interrupt me...

Hey, what happened, I can't remember!

When I opened my eyes again, it was already broad daylight, and I had a headache, which should be the aftereffect of a hangover, but I didn't care about the headache, so I quickly stretched out my fingers and looked at it. The platinum ring was glowing warmly under the sun. Looking left and right, the more I looked, the more I was satisfied, and I was sure that this was not a dream, but something that really happened, and then I was completely at ease.

Xi Rong and I, after all the twists and turns, finally got a "name".

Who would have thought that what I failed to achieve when I was alive was finally satisfied after my death.

I yawned and walked out of the room, greeted Xi Rong, and said good morning. We exchanged a good morning kiss as before.

Xi Rong told me to pack up quickly and said he would take me out.

I asked strangely: "Where are you going?"

He squeezed my hand, smiled lightly and said, "We're both engaged, shouldn't we meet our parents?"

I was startled and nearly went into cardiac arrest, staring at him in horror.

Xi Rong's family has settled in Northern Europe all year round, and since I met Xi Rong, I have rarely heard him mention his parents.

Later, Xi Rongcai told me that his parents were Gaozhi doctors who studied abroad in the early years. From childhood to adulthood, the family's education style was to act independently, and emotionally alienated. When he was in school, the family planned to take him to immigrate, but he insisted at that time. I finished my medical university in China, and I have been studying for several years, and then I worked, thousands of miles away from my family, so I had even fewer contacts, only calling to say hello during the New Year.

It's not that the two sides have any irreconcilable conflicts, it's just that his family's concept has always been like this.

After becoming an adult, Xi Rong's parents hardly cared about him anymore. If Xi Rong wanted to stay in the country, his family would not overly oppose him even though they were not considered supportive, and fully respected his freedom of choice.

But... let alone whether I can meet people with my identity, the key is that I don't even have a passport or ID card, and he still wants to take me abroad to meet his parents?

Xi Rong seemed to understand what I was thinking, and explained: "See your parents."

He added: "As for my family members, I have told them a long time ago, and I showed them your photo at that time."

I was immediately immersed in a series of shocks and blows and couldn't extricate myself.

wait... what? ?what did he say?

Have you already told your family about me?when?Help, why don't I know anything?

My whole body was in a state of brain shutdown, and my whole body was terrified.

Xi Rong patted my head reassuringly: "Don't be afraid, they like you very much, and they told me not to let you down."

I want Xi Rong to tell the truth what's going on, and then I know this little secret that he has been keeping tight.

He said that around my junior year, he told his family that he might have fallen in love with a boy.

His parents were open-minded and would not interfere too much because of whether his partner was the same sex or the opposite sex. They also asked him why he suddenly changed gender and whether they were sure they were in a relationship.

He answered no, he wasn't sure yet, and he didn't want to delay me by making a rash decision.

I counted with my fingers. At that moment, I was still thinking about it, and I was going to use 36 tricks to get him.

It turned out that at that time...he began to like me.

Ugh.

After listening to this, I sighed a bit embarrassingly. We both have the same anticipation and inconsistency in terms of feelings. It is really slow, otherwise, after so many years, wouldn't we be able to be together long ago, and so much time wasted in vain.

Fortunately, it is not too late now.

We bought some flowers and tributes and drove to my hometown.

My hometown is in Province J, about three or four hours' drive from our city.

After my father's accident, he was buried in the mountains near my village according to local customs. After my mother passed away, I insisted on taking the ashes back so that they could be buried together.

After many years, when I set foot on this native land again, things have changed.

Most of the old people in the family are long gone. People in our village have heavy work and poor medical conditions. Many people live to be considered long-lived when they live to 70 years old.

We got off the highway, passed the booming towns, and then drove into the mountains with twists and turns.

Going further in, the road is not easy to walk, Xi Rong parked the car in an open flat at the end of the cement road, and then we hiked into the mountain.

Because of the inconvenient transportation, it takes me a long time to come here, but even so, I still come back to visit the tomb every Qingming. It's just that Xi Rong is too busy, and I don't want him to accompany me. I wish him hard work, and the second is that the conditions here are really not good, and I actually feel a little inferior in my heart.

In my mind, he is the Baiyue at the other side, and he is supposed to be sacrificed there without dust. I don't want him to see the dilapidated environment of my hometown, and I don't want his clean shoes to be stained with dirty wet mud.

But at this time he accompanied me into the mountain, but he didn't seem to mind at all.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of me, my physical memory seemed to come back, and I took him all the way deep. The mountain road has probably been repaired over the years, and it was not as difficult as when we came here before. We arrived at the village smoothly before dark.

The house of my grandmother’s house is still there, but there are no chickens and ducklings in the back yard, and even the dogs don’t bother to visit it. That small house stands alone among the weeds, with few people. It looks a little lonely in the sunset.

Most of the young people in the village have gone out to work, only a few old people with handicapped legs are still sitting outside to enjoy the shade. I greeted them, and they probably didn’t know me very well, so they nodded at us strangely. Especially when Xi Rong was by my side, he was out of place with this place just by looking at his description and clothes, and he was a foreigner at a glance.

I took him around briefly. After all, this place is really not a tourist attraction, and I have nothing to introduce to my lover. While it was still early, we went in the direction of the Houshan cemetery.

The vegetation became more and more lush as we went into the mountains. We held hands tightly with our fingers interlocked. The hillside was a bit steep. I was afraid of him falling, and he was also afraid of me falling.

Our place is not like in the city. Even in the cemetery, the coffin or urn is just buried, and then a wooden sign is erected, and the writing is completed.

Normally idlers would not come up to this mountain, and no one would clean it up, so the cemetery naturally looked dilapidated and dilapidated.

When I got there, I froze on the spot.

My parents' tombstones are there, and my grandmother's is not far away, but it is quite different from what I imagined.

Their tombs are next to each other, and the surroundings are neatly built with smooth stones. The names of the two are engraved on the granite tombstones. The bright yellow paint is still bright in color. On both sides of the tombstones are planted with Euonymus oleifera, and even the branches are pruned. It should be flat and clean.

...It seems that someone has been taking care of this place carefully and regularly.

But I've been dead for so long, and all my relatives have passed away, who would do this?Could it be the lonely ghost in this mountain?

In the next second, I seemed to realize something, and suddenly understood the truth.

Naturally, there are no lonely souls and wild ghosts to patronize. If I am gone, there will only be one person who will do such a thing...

I turned my trembling eyes to Xi Rong beside me.

There was no unnecessary expression on his angular side face, and he looked cold and solemn under the black clothes. He bowed and put the pure white chrysanthemum in his arms in front of the monument, and respectfully bowed three times in front of the grave.

I looked at his figure, moved my lips, but couldn't make a sound, couldn't speak.

Only him.

Only he would do such a thing.

No wonder he didn't even need me to lead the way. There are many forks in the expressway here. People who come here for the first time may go wrong with the navigation, but he can not get lost without looking at the map.

How many times has he been here in the days since I died?

For a while, my mood was complicated and messy, and I was bitter.

That feeling... It's as if, after I died, he took over the two of us for me.

The mountain wind blew through the dense woods in the cemetery, and the rustling sound of the leaves was like a long echo echoing in the empty and vast valleys.

After we finished burning incense, green smoke curled up, and the black and white photos of my parents on the stele still recorded their youthful appearance, smiling lovingly at us.

Xi Rong took my hand, we stood side by side, and then he said, "Uncle and Aunt, please give Ruan Li to me."

"I'm serious. I will treat him well for the rest of my life. Please rest assured."

His voice is so solemn, every word is like a promise.

After speaking, he bowed deeply again.

My eyes were sour, and I clenched his fingers harder and harder.

How...how I want to...be with him forever.

For the rest of our lives, we will grow old together, and when the sun sets, we will sleep together under the poplar tree.

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