The love of rebirth of a wealthy family Guan Fengyue

Fifty.The way to death.

After Shen Yi left, only Hou Jia stood quietly in front of his master's door.

He didn't say much to his master, but just took out another set of offerings from the black backpack that was put aside, and placed them side by side in front of the master's tomb.After doing all this, he sat down cross-legged, regardless of the wetness of the ground after it had just rained.

Hou Yan's mood is a bit complicated now, not because he is facing the grave of his old man, but because what he really needs to face is the tombstone next to his old man.

A stele without words, with only a photo on it.He is about 27 or [-] years old, with an ordinary sunny and handsome face, which is definitely not as delicate as the face he is wearing now.

When Hou Jia was chatting and joking with his neighbors, he once half-jokingly said that he would not engrave words on the tombstone, so as to prevent the annoying name from being ridiculed by others after he left.At that time, Hou Li was about ten years old. He was fined by the teacher to write a thousand times because he forgot to write his name in the exam. After he finished writing, he wished to change his name to "Ding Yi".

After waking up as the young master of a wealthy family, he also inquired about his own affairs. He didn't delve into it too deeply, but simply asked how he got buried.After a little inquiring, I found out that it was his old neighbors of more than twenty years who chose the cemetery next to his master's grave for him, and his playmates when he was young also recalled his jokes back then, and then, he actually carried it out like this.

Looking at the clean square inch in front of his grave, Hou Yan suddenly shook his head and chuckled.

enough.

He accepts his present life and does not deny his past.And in the past that has passed, even if there is one person who can still leave a memory about him in his heart, then it is not considered that he wasted a lot of time.The playmates who remembered his childish words in childhood, the grandparents who helped him properly clean up the affairs behind him and watched him grow up, the uncles and aunts who cleaned up the burial ground for him every year. However, who can deny that those warmth does not really exist?

Hou Yan stretched out his hand, wanting to touch himself in the photo.However, there was a hand reaching out faster than him.

Hou Yan's eyes fell on that hand.The fingers of that hand were slender, and the joints were indeed a bit abrupt.However, the abruptness between the square inches seems to be the result of years of force extrusion, joint wear and tear, and then self-repair.There are deep and shallow scars on the back of the hand, calluses on the knuckles of the index finger and middle finger, and the callus marks on the tiger's mouth are also distinct.

Hou Yan didn't need to have any extra guesses, he recognized the owner of those hands in an instant.Li Siheng is the only person in his life who has such a hand.In other words, Li Siheng was the only one who deserved all his life's thought to think about it carefully.

Li Siheng was much taller than Hou Yan. Now, Hou Yan was sitting cross-legged on the ground, while Li Siheng was half squatting behind him.Li Siheng gently stroked the photo on the tombstone with one hand, wiping off the fine dust on it, while the other hand went around Hou Jia's neck, and held him tightly in his arms.

He knew what a cruel thing his little boy was going through, even though, as the person involved, Hou Yan didn't think it was anything to be sad about.

However, for all human beings, apart from forcing themselves to constantly adapt, there is no one who can truly face their own life and death calmly.And that tombstone is a sign that truly separates his little boy's past life from his present life.Li Siheng couldn't say how distressed he was, because this was a kind of tenderness that had nowhere to rest.

All he could do was hug the young man's cool and slender body tightly into his arms.Chest, arms, tenderness, protection.Whether Hou Jia needed it or not, this was all Li Siheng wanted to give him.

This is all his love, worldly and tender.

When Hou Yan was embraced by Li Siheng, he didn't feel the slightest fright. On the contrary, it was a kind of peace of mind that Yayoi didn't know when.He raised one hand to cover his eyes, his slender neck leaned back, and his entire back relaxed.He was completely defenseless like this, and lay down in Li Siheng's arms without any reservations.

The boy's series of movements came suddenly. Li Siheng was in a squatting posture. Ordinary people squatted like this. If someone suddenly leaned over, it must be unstable.After all, Li Siheng had received professional training, squatting steadily, letting the boy lean back, and resting his head on his shoulder.

He gently kissed Hou Jia's temples, pretending not to notice the wet corners of the young man's eyes.One month after returning from Myanmar was enough for him to sort out many things.

Li Siheng always knew that he cared about the young man in his arms.It was not love at first sight, but at the very beginning, this young man lived in a body that was extraordinary to him.

He once entered the young man's body so deeply, it was not a physical entanglement, but a spiritual delivery through a body.Many times when Li Siheng dreamed back from the night shift, he would chuckle lightly.This is the bond between him and Hou Yan, even beyond the boundaries of relatives.

And since this young man has already decided to keep the past, he doesn't need to mention it again.As long as he is always by Hou Ji's side, it will be fine to go through the future.

This life, for them, is both this life and the next life.And if, like Hou Yan's temperament of "living in the present", Li Siheng knows better than anyone that they have no other afterlife.Therefore, we must do our best to cherish this life where we can still embrace each other well.

If the memory of the previous life is a kind of fetter, then Li Si will try hard to remember it.

If unfortunately, the memory of the previous life is a burden, then let go of this burden.

Hou Yan probably never thought that one day he would be so determined that he would not lose to Li Siheng.He forced himself to say goodbye in the most tragic way.Hou Jia, who was a common man in the city, has died and turned into a stele without writing, standing near his master.Although the method is very far-fetched and the most useless, but in the end, it can be regarded as his repayment of the old man's more than ten years of nurturing.

Hou Yan, who was a rich man, survived.He should be thankful that his reborn family is very simple and does not require him to worry about strategies.However, from the moment he decided to join hands with Li Siheng, he also understood that he was ultimately the one who couldn't avoid the dark things in the wealthy family.

When Hou Yan was young, he also read a lot of starting point articles. There was a phrase in it that was used so badly in the second grade of secondary school, it was called "If you want to fight, I will fight." Determination.

Now, he was leaning on that man's arms. The man's chest was broad and his shoulders were sharp-edged. Every movement affected the tiny fluctuations of the muscle lines, silently releasing the huge power contained in the smooth and not exaggerated muscles.

And one day, he will stand by this man's side, do the most exciting things in the world of mortals, and enjoy the joy of life.At that time, he will walk with the man who is holding him now with the same strength, eternal love, and never betrayal.

If they are lucky, they should be able to walk to the end of their lives together, right?

Li Siheng originally let Hou Yan lean on him, he didn't need to say much, he just accompanied him silently.However, when he saw the water marks on the ground, he still frowned, and then dragged Hou Jia up from the ground.

Although the two people have different styles, they are probably both handsome men. Li Siheng's action of dragging Hou Jia up from the ground is, to put it bluntly, like a gangster holding a hostage.But thanks to Li Siheng's upright and dignified face, he didn't attract the people around him who were waiting to watch.

After a day of tossing, it is getting late now.The cemetery group is located in a remote place. If they want to go back to the city center, it is better to leave earlier.

Li Siheng's hand caressed Hou Jia's back incomparably naturally, bringing warmth to the internal organs.Then, his hand slipped onto Hou Yan's slightly wet jeans.Hou Yanfang sat cross-legged, and the cloth on his buttocks was inevitably a little wet.

It is now September in Xuancheng, and the weather is not very cold.Hou Yan was only wearing a pair of long jeans.So, when Li Siheng's warm palm touched his buttocks, he almost shivered immediately.There is a big difference between the warm palm and the cold ground. Li Siheng rubbed it maliciously. After feeling the elasticity and plumpness under the palm, he took off his coat with a serious face, and tied it carefully. On Hou Jia's waist.

The boy's stature is not enough, even if he is a boy, his waist is always too thin, which is a little outrageous.Li Siheng's clothes were wrapped around Hou Jia's waist twice before they were tied.

Hou Yan always felt that there was something wrong with Li Siheng's actions. In his impression, only girls whose relatives came to visit suddenly would be treated with coats and aprons. But Li Siheng's actions just now made Hou Jia feel like he was fifteen. The illusion of a six-year-old girl.

Shaking off the bad associations in his mind with aversion to the cold, Hou Yan and Li Siheng walked up and down the mountain together.Unlike the solemnity when he went up the mountain, Hou Yan felt in a trance that the burden that had been weighing on him all this time had finally dissipated.He walked beside Li Siheng, but waved his hands behind him.

This is a once in a lifetime farewell.Hou Yan finally wants to say goodbye to the time he spent before.Then, what he can do is to hold the hands next to him tightly and take every step of the future together.

Li Siheng cleared his throat, and smiled at Hou Jia, "Hey, Xiao Jiuer, do you know what this road is called?"

Hou Yan glanced at Li Siheng with some doubts.However, he shook his head.Li Siheng didn't know when he took Hou Jia's hand, Hou Jia noticed it, but didn't intend to resist at all, so he just let Li Siheng hold it like this.

Unexpectedly, Li Siheng led his child forward step by step.

"This road, some people call it the road to death. Walking this road is a new life for everyone." Li Siheng's deep but magnetic voice rang in Hou Jia's ear.Hou Yan paused and stunned for a moment.

However, in an instant, he did smile.The road to life, the road to life, this road leads to life.Although it was only a far-fetched name for later generations, it is really appropriate for him today.

The corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and the setting sun stretched the shadows of the two people a little longer.And the two of them just walked hand in hand on the road to the past, the past life is past, and only the present life is concerned.

No one noticed that the man in the white suit who had been standing in the dark watched them go down the mountain, but stretched out his slender fingertips, as if able to grasp the ethereal air.

He lowered his head slightly towards the direction where the boy was going away, and finally laughed lightly.

It would be great if you were able to let go of the burdens of the past and live a truly happy life, mylord.

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