can i borrow your white paint

When Cheng Yi was sitting on the train, he still couldn't let go of the two worry-free things at home.

Yes, there are two, one is Cheng Moutong, and the other is Fang Hengzhi.

He originally wanted to put Cheng Moutong in Du Mao's house, but Auntie Du was a little busy these days, so he was too embarrassed to bother him any more.

In the end, Fang Hengzhi found out about this for some reason, so he insisted on staying at his house, saying that he wanted to help him look after the children.

Compared with others, Cheng Yi was more at ease. He looked at Cheng Moutong and agreed after hesitating for a while.

But now people are sitting in the car, still a little worried.

Fang Heng knows that he doesn't know how to cook, so he probably will have to order takeout these two days.

He sighed, closed his eyes, and tried not to think about them.

Cheng Yi's hometown is in a small city in the north, and it takes about thirteen hours to go by train, but Fang Heng is not willing to let him take the train, saying that it is not safe to travel alone, so he insists on buying him the high-speed train at [-] in the morning ticket.

He was in a daze when he was lying on the business seat, and felt that he was becoming more and more like the kind of person who was taken care of.

But apparently they don't have that relationship.

He thought about it in a daze, and fell asleep.

It was already noon when the flight attendant woke him up.

He glanced at the gloomy sky outside the car window, and sighed. This small town is always cloudy and rainy at this time of year, for several days in a row.

It is quite stuffy to walk in such humid air.

Cheng Yi went back to the hotel first and put down his backpack.

The hotel was also booked by Fang Hengzhi. It is five-star and the service is quite considerate.

This small city doesn't even count as a third line, nor does it have a subway, and the buses are noisy and crowded on rainy days, and Cheng Yi doesn't want to join in the fun.

So he chose to take a taxi to the cemetery.

Time is not fast or slow, and I usually don't feel it, but when I look back, I realize that I have walked a long way.

His father has been dead for nine years.

This was some time ago when Cheng Moutong celebrated his ninth birthday, and he realized that so much time had passed.

"Yo?" The taxi driver saw that the passenger was a student, and he couldn't help being surprised for a moment, "Are you still in school? This Wednesday, it will be raining soon, so why don't you come out to play?"

The tone was full of disapproval, and Cheng Yi found it strange that no one cared about him for a long time.

He smiled: "Yeah, I'm still in school. But I'm not playing truant, I have something to do when I come out."

The driver didn't quite believe it, and while fiddling with the chronograph, he asked, "Where are you going?"

"Martyrs."

The driver paused, and immediately turned off the chronograph that had just been turned on. He didn't know what to say for a while: "Ah... so..."

Cheng Yi smiled, turned his head and looked out the window: "Please drive faster, uncle, it will be a little troublesome when it rains later."

The driver nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove out.

The car was driving really fast, Cheng Yi only felt that the scenery in front of him flew by so fast, and he arrived at the place in a short while.

He took out his mobile phone: "How much is uncle..."

"No need." The driver waved his hand and said hastily, "It's a cloudy day, so hurry up and go about your business."

Cheng Yi paused, then smiled helplessly: "We still have to pay."

"You kid, you are so stubborn." The driver glared at him with feigned anger, "Get down quickly! You skipped class and came here, if I charge you money again, I would be so heartless!"

Cheng Yi couldn't resist him, and was kicked out of the car before he could say anything.

He stood holding his mobile phone for a while, watching the taxi leave.

At this time, an uncertain voice suddenly came from behind: "Cheng... Yi?"

Cheng Yi turned his head and met a middle-aged man who had just come out of the cemetery.

The man looks about 50 to [-] years old, but his hair is almost completely white, and his eyes look tired, as if he has experienced a lot.

Cheng Yi lowered his eyes and nodded: "Long time no see, how are you?"

The man's eyes turned red all of a sudden: "Fortunately, you..."

"It's okay." Cheng Yi smiled slightly at him, "Did you come out after watching my dad?"

His tone was too calm, beyond the man's expectation, he closed his eyes: "Yes... these years, I have come here twice a year."

Come once on December [-]th, and once on Qingming Festival.

Cheng Yi squinted his eyes, apparently feeling better: "You've got a heart."

The man gave a wry smile: "My wife can't come, and my son is also inconvenient. I... have to come and see Mr. Cheng for our family."

Cheng Yi walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "At least you are still together."

The man opened his mouth, but didn't say anything in the end, he just wiped his eyes before leaving.

Cheng Yi didn't see him off, but looked down at his hands, turned around and went to the flower shop nearby.

He hadn't seen that man for three years, because in the first three years he came here by train, and after a day's drive, it was night when he arrived here.

At that time, the garden was almost closed, and there were no people there, so he was the only one left in the huge cemetery.

The man's surname is Xu, and he is a family member of the victim of the fireworks factory explosion.

The victims were his wife and son. In the explosion and fire, although his life was saved, half of his wife's body was destroyed, and his son lost a leg.

The originally happy family was destroyed by a fire. Almost all of Mr. Xu's savings over the years went to the hospital to treat his wife and children.

Fortunately, they are all still alive, and their family... can still be reunited.

Cheng Yi put a bunch of lilies and a bunch of chrysanthemums in front of the tomb, and sat on one knee on the ground.

There are already many flowers in front of the tomb, white roses, apricots, lilies, chrysanthemums... circles around here, silently mourning the dead heroes.

In fact, no matter what, it is better to be alive than to be separated from yin and yang.

Because the dead cannot respond to the thoughts of the living.

He looked silently at the small color photo in the upper right corner of the tombstone.

The man in the photo is smiling. He is very young. He looks only about 30 years old. His eyes are very similar to Cheng Yi's. They are round, and when he smiles, they bend into half moons.

If this person lives now, he will probably attract a lot of attention when he goes out, because he is definitely a handsome uncle.

But the location of this photo on the stele is particularly dazzling.

In the center of the tombstone is a column of large characters - Tomb of Martyr Cheng Weirong.

Cheng Yi still remembered the rain on the day his father was sent here.

His father was 34 years old that year, and he was less than eight years old; now nine years have passed, and he is almost 17 years old, but his father is still 34 years old.

That day, Cheng Weirong’s comrades all came. Some of them were still wearing training clothes, and some of them had just come out of the fire without taking off their heavy firefighting suits...

Those people stood around the tombstone, their faces covered with tears, but there was no sound.

Only he cried heartbreakingly, as if he wanted to cry all the tears that he shed in the previous eight years.

In the end, he was carried back by his father's comrades in arms.

After thinking about it, Cheng Yi suddenly smiled.

"Dad, what I've always wanted to ask is, did you feel ashamed of me at that time?" He stretched out his hand and fiddled with the leaves of the lily in front of the monument. "If you were still here, you would probably pretend not to know me."

He and Cheng Weirong have always been less like father and son, more like good buddies. Although they are 26 years apart, their thinking can always get together on the same channel from time to time.

Cheng Weirong was so lively back then, even if he had been away for nine years, people who knew him could still remember his smile.

But it is such a fresh life, suddenly, it is gone if it is gone.

He was buried in a fire.

Cheng Yi really couldn't greet the Mr. Xu he just met, because his father didn't come out of the fire alive because he wanted to save the man's wife and children.

He knew that it was the duty of firefighters to save people, but as a relative, he understood, but could not accept it.

He is also human, he is not so magnanimous.

That year, when the fire broke out, Cheng Moutong was just full moon. Before Cheng Weirong left, he and Cheng Yi kissed each other, and promised Cheng Yi that he would buy pancakes and fruits for supper when he came back.

Cheng Yi believed it, and he sat at the dining table at home and waited for his father to buy him pancakes and fruits.

But until he waited until his eyes were red and his eyelids were fighting, Cheng Weirong couldn't come back.

This is also the first time Cheng Weirong broke his promise to him, the first time he broke the contract.

When he saw his father through the glass in the ICU, the little Cheng Yi still hadn't recovered.

He didn't believe it, he didn't believe that the person who smiled and kissed him and his younger brother a few hours ago was now burned to the point of being inhuman, lying here with no idea of ​​life or death.

At that time, Cheng Yi only felt that he was trembling all over, his hands were cold, his brain was buzzing, and he was numb for a long time.

Cheng Yi still remembers the feeling at that time, as if struck by lightning, without thought or consciousness.

It's like a person who has slept for a long time suddenly wakes up, and everyone is telling him that the dreams you had before were all fake, but he doesn't want to believe it, and he dare not believe it.

It was hard for him to imagine that he could sit in front of the tombstone so peacefully and chat with his father about the family affairs. He really had to sigh that time is really omnipotent.

He let go of the lily leaves and reached out to touch the color photo.

He doesn't see Cheng Weirong's photos very often, because he has put away all the photos related to his father at home, and plans to put them all out when he has his own house one day.

The current house is not his yet, and he doesn't want to put too many personal items.

"Dad, I'm going to be seventeen soon, and Mouton is already nine years old. He... is very good. He is more talkative and sensible than I was back then." He whispered, talking about all the daily necessities of the year. To someone who can no longer hear, "Look, I can raise him without Ji Zhi."

"Dad, I'm a sophomore in high school, and I saved money to study fine arts. You thought I was going to be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University. This is a bit difficult, but we lowered the conditions, and there is still hope for undergraduates..."

"Dad, what do you think Mouton will do if I go to school in other places..."

A drop of cold water fell on his hand, Cheng Yi listened to the rustling sound of the leaves being blown by the wind, and looked up at the sky.

It's going to rain again.

He can't quite understand why when people are unhappy, the day always sinks with them and shed a few false tears.

If it is really sentient, why would it take such a good person away?

Cheng Yi sighed and withdrew his hand: "Dad, it's going to rain. I brought an umbrella to support you."

As he spoke, he opened the rainbow umbrella beside him and stood it on the monument.

The umbrella is very big. This cover also covers the surrounding flowers. Only the outermost circle of flowers can get a little rain.

There were still many people around to visit the grave, but without exception, they were all in black clothes and black umbrellas. As soon as his rainbow umbrella was opened, it attracted a few scattered eyes.

Cheng Yi didn't care about the gazes of these people, but put the umbrella in the right position very seriously.

The light rain had already started to fall, and he got up, standing in the rain and fog, silently looking at the most special stele in this cemetery.

After a long time, he bent down and bowed.

This ceremony is dedicated to Martyr Cheng Weirong.

He remembered asking Cheng Weirong before: "Dad, why do you want to be a fireman?"

Cheng Weirong thought for a while before saying: "In the beginning, there was no other choice, and later, there was no other choice."

At first, I had no choice but to choose to be a firefighter; later, I was willing to use my life to perform my duties.

What Cheng Yi didn't understand at the time, he gradually understood.

His dad is not only his dad, but also a firefighter.

His dad is a qualified firefighter, and he will be proud of him for the rest of his life.

Cheng Weirong didn't leave a last word when he left, so Cheng Yi made his own decision and left a bright rainbow umbrella for his father.

When his father came to this world, he was one of the mortal beings, but when he left, he was already the greatest person, and someone would always remember him and respect him forever.

People are always used to using black and white photos after people leave, but his father left a color photo, so even after the death, Cheng Yi hopes that his father will be glamorous, just like he was before his death.

So he propped up a rainbow in the rain for him in advance.

It's always sunny here.

When Cheng Yi left the cemetery, he was drenched in the rain.

He felt that there might be something wrong with the rain. It could penetrate the skin and cool people's hearts.

After hesitating for a while, he decided to take off his coat and put it on his head to keep out the rain.

But just as he took off one sleeve, the top of his head went dark for a moment.

He immediately raised his head and was a little surprised when he saw the person coming: "Uncle Gu."

Gu Yan looked at him with complicated eyes, but most of them were distressed and nostalgic.

Gu Yan patted his head: "Xiao Yi, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Cheng Yi shrunk his neck unnaturally: "Yeah, I didn't come by coincidence a few times before, and I didn't meet you."

Gu Yan said, "You just watched your dad."

"Well, I just finished chatting with my dad." Cheng Yi said, "I'm afraid he'll beat me up in a dream, so I can only talk about the latest good things."

Gu Yan couldn't hold back his joy when he said this, and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder: "Then you wait here, I'll go in and see him."

Just as Cheng Yi wanted to find a word to leave quickly, he heard Gu Yan say again: "Uncle Gu hasn't seen you for a long time, and I want to treat you to dinner."

The emotional cards have all been played, so naturally they cannot be shirked.

Cheng Yi sighed: "Okay."

Gu Yan smiled, put the umbrella into his hand, and before he could react, walked into the rain alone.

Cheng Yi watched helplessly as the rain pierced his broad shoulders.

Gu Yan's face doesn't look young anymore, but his back is still so straight and indestructible.

But at this moment, Cheng Yi felt that his back was a little bent.

He pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, found a place under the tree beside the road that was not soaked, and sat down on his buttocks.

Gu Yan and his father once went on a mission together, and they were comrades-in-arms at life and death, but they didn't know him well. He didn't see Gu Yan many times, so after moving, the contact was lost.

Gu Yan should have tried to contact him too, but he was still young at that time, immersed in the shock of his father's death, and never responded to Gu Yan.

As time went by, Gu Yan contacted him less and less, and when he found out that Ji Zhi was rich, he didn't contact him much.

No one knows that Ji Zhi doesn't care about him and Cheng Moutong at all now, and no one knows that Cheng Yi has single-handedly raised Cheng Moutong since nine years ago.

In fact, many people know that Ji Zhi is not a good person, but they probably never thought that Ji Zhi can be so ruthless.

Cheng Yi was bored sitting on the ground playing with his mobile phone, thinking that Fang Hengzhi should be in a competition right now, so he clicked on Du Mao's chat box.

[Your dad will always be your dad]: Are you there?

Du Mao didn't reply immediately. He looked at his profile picture and suddenly wanted to change it.

The phone page was switched to his personal homepage, he flipped through the photo album, and put on a backlit hand.

This was last summer vacation, when he was lying on the lawn basking in the sun, he took an impromptu photo of his own hand.

After staring at the profile picture for a while, he changed his ID again.

[3 and 25].

When the page was cut out again, Du Mao had already replied.

[Ermao]: Yes, Brother Yi, do you have an order?

[Ermao]:?How to change the avatar and id?

[Ermao]: What does this id mean?

Cheng Yi smiled and typed a reply.

[3 and 25]: I got tired of reading it, so I changed it.

[3 and 25]: You can't understand my id?

[Ermao]: Your Majesty, forgive me for my ignorance, I really don't understand.

[3 and 25]: ...you think about combining my initials with the 26 letters of the English alphabet.

It was quiet for a while before giving a reply.

[Ermao]: Fuck, you are really good, go work for the State Secrets Bureau.

[Ermao]: You don't know who to follow with your naming talent, so you just took it randomly!

cy, c is the third of 26 letters, y is No.20 five.

What a sloppy and dishonest id.

Cheng Yi squinted his eyes and took a while to type.

[3 and 25]: Okay, down to business.

[Ermao]: Oh, just as you ordered.

[3 and 25]: Now at the sports meet?

[Ermao]: You seem to be asking nonsense/smile/.

[3 and 25]: … What are you doing?

[Ermao]: High jump, the final is over.

[3 and 25]: Has Class [-] entered the final?

[Ermao]: Yes.

[3 and 25]: Who?

[Ermao]: Your new love.

Although he had expected it, Cheng Yi raised his eyebrows after seeing this reply.

Du Mao called "Xinhuan" all day long, which made him get used to the word.

He stared at the screen for a while, then typed a few words slowly.

[3 and 25]: Record a video to see.

[Ermao]:? ? ?Record who? ?

[3 and 25]: Xinhuan, otherwise?

Over there, Du Mao sent an emoji of "crying bitterly", and then fell silent.

Cheng Yi was sure that this person must have gone to record a video.

He put away his phone quite satisfied, got up and walked towards Gu Yan who had just left the cemetery not far away.

"Uncle Gu." He hit the other party's head with the umbrella.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it is impossible to stay outside too much on this kind of day.

Gu Yan took out the car keys in his pocket: "Hot pot, do you want to eat?"

Cheng Yi watched as he pressed the key with his thumb, and the lights of Audi not far away flashed twice.

"..." He remembered that this Audi is a seven-digit number starting with 3, "I can do it..."

"Then go eat hot pot." Gu Yan settled down.

Gu Yan doesn't live in this small city, he lives in the big city next door.

But it is very close, it takes more than an hour to drive there, and it takes less than half an hour to take the high-speed rail.

But he would drive here by himself at this time every year, and go back and forth for three hours, just to see the old people who have been buried here.

Not many people came out to eat in the rainy weather, and the hot pot restaurant was not noisy, so the two found a corner and sat down.

The hot pot was smoking hot, and most of the rainwater on Cheng Yi's body was dried up by the smoke.

Gu Yan glanced at him and asked, "I'm going to buy two sets of clothes and we can change into them?"

Cheng Yi shook his head: "It's okay, it's almost done."

Gu Yan sighed, no longer persistent.

This kid has been stubborn since he was a child, and I don't know how Cheng Weirong, a good-tempered and honest man, raised such a stubborn temper.

He put the beef balls into the pot, raised his hand and passed a piece of paper to the other party: "Wipe the water from your forehead."

Cheng Yi took it over: "Thank you."

Gu Yan nodded: "How have you been these years?"

"That's it, it's barely okay." Cheng Yi said.

"How does your mother treat you and your brother?" Gu Yan was still not at ease, he always felt that he should not hand over the two children to their mother.

"Not bad." Cheng Yi smiled, half-truthfully said, "She can't get rid of us, and she can't completely ignore us."

In fact, Ji Zhi doesn't care about them at all now, but Cheng Yi still chooses to embellish this fact a little bit.

Otherwise, if you tell the truth, Gu Yan will definitely not let it go, he really doesn't have the energy to manage another relationship.

Sure enough, just saying that, Gu Yan's face turned a little displeased, he had witnessed how heartless a young Zhizhi was back then.

But he always felt that Ji Zhi had no feelings for Cheng Weirong, and he couldn't have no feelings for his two sons. It is said that tiger poison is not a child, it is impossible for a person to be so careless.

So he said: "Otherwise... you try to repair the relationship with your mother?"

To be honest, thinking about what happened when Cheng Weirong was lying in the hospital, he secretly hoped that Cheng Yi would hate Ji Zhi, and he would hate Ji Zhi for the rest of his life, and get revenge when he grows up.

But in this case, the two children will live a very hard life now. This is the son of his comrade-in-arms, and he sincerely hopes that the two will live a good life.

Cheng Yi twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to smile or not: "Does Uncle Gu think it's possible?"

He really hated Ji Zhi, he would hate her for the rest of his life.

Gu Yan was startled, and after a while he sighed helplessly: "It's a crime."

Cheng Yi can also see clearly what happened back then, the eight-year-old has already begun to remember things, how can he be expected to forget and make up as before?

And even if he wanted to, Ji Zhi might not be happy.

The atmosphere suddenly sank, and the heater from the hot pot couldn't cover the air in this rainy day. Cheng Yi felt that he probably shouldn't agree to this meal.

The two of them didn't speak any more, they each lowered their heads and ate in silence.

Until Cheng Yi's cell phone rang twice.

One is news from Du Mao, and the other is news from Fang Hengzhi.

After thinking about it, he chose Du Mao's and clicked in.

[Ermao]: /video/

[Ermao]: Well, let me take a picture of your new love so handsome, right?

Cheng Yi rolled his eyes, didn't click on the video immediately, exited the chat box and clicked on Fang Hengzhi's message first.

[Little Princess]: /pictures/

[Little Princess]: Look, the first gold.

In the picture is a No.1 certificate. Most middle schools/sports games are relatively shabby, with no trophies or medals. This kind of paper certificate is the highest honor.

And this "highest honor" has Fang Hengzhi's name written on it.

Cheng Yi returned his emoji of firecrackers, switched back to turn off his voice, and clicked on the video sent by Du Mao.

The video is very short, less than 2 minutes. Fang Hengzhi is wearing short-sleeved trousers, and he doesn't know if he is cold or not.

Many people around were holding up their mobile phones to take pictures of him. He didn't care at all, and started running and jumping completely unaffected.

When the back crossed the pole, the loose clothes were blown up by the wind, revealing the man's thin and white waist.

Du Mao shot this video with a very good angle. It can be said that it is the boyfriend's angle that is very popular on the Internet, the best angle. I don't know how he managed to fight his way out of a bunch of girls to stand here.

Cheng Yi noticed with sharp eyes that his ugly deskmate had a dimple in his waist.

And abs, pretty obvious.

In the video, the man landed on the mat and bounced for a while, then stood up and gave a lazily "yeah" amidst the cheers and applause, with a very careless expression, as if he had expected that he must be the first.

Arrogant, arrogant, high-spirited.

It is the sixteen or seventeen-year-old appearance that many people imagine, and it is also the high school age that many people envy.

Looking at Fang Hengzhi like this, Cheng Yi suddenly imagined a picture.

The man compared "Yeah" to him, then smiled and said to him: Look, Shoujin.

"What are you looking at? Laughing like this." Seeing that he was looking at the phone all the time, Gu Yan couldn't help but call out to him, "Are you in love?"

Cheng Yi was taken aback, smiled and shook his head: "It's a classmate."

Seeing that he was in a much better mood, Gu Yan also smiled: "Ah, actually, if it doesn't affect your studies, it's not impossible to fall in love."

Now Cheng Yi was really taken aback, he didn't expect Gu Yan to be so open-minded, even a puppy love?

As if seeing what he was thinking, Gu Yan tilted his head and raised the corner of his mouth: "My wife and I were in love in high school."

Cheng Yi was amazed and praised without hesitation: "It's true love."

Gu Yan supported her face with one hand, put a finger on the corner of her lips to suppress a smile: "Yes, at that time she called me dear, I was so excited for a long time."

Maybe he was bewitched, and Cheng Yi immediately thought of Fang Hengzhi calling him "my dear" with a smile.

Cheng Yi: "..."

He trembled all over, obviously disgusted by himself.

Not to mention being excited for a long time, he can beat Fang Hengzhi to death.

Seeing him in a daze, Gu Yan sized him up with interest for a while: "Who do you think of?"

Cheng Yi didn't react: "Huh?"

Gu Yan felt that this kid must have someone in his heart, so he teased him aloud: "Someone you like?"

Cheng Yi came back to his senses completely, suppressed the feeling of being unclear, and said with a smile: "How is it possible."

He instantly strangled Fang Hengzhi in his mind to death.

What does it have to do with Fang Hengzhi when he falls in love in the future?

The author has something to say:

"How can it be"

Author: Cheng Yi

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I fell asleep last night!It's too late, it's too late!Thick and long offer!

In addition, what Ji Zhi does is not human is of course more than this. That is the reason why Yi Zai hates her for the rest of her life. I will explain later~