After the stand-in resigned

The day soon came to October tenth.

Early in the morning, An Fan first went to the flower shop to hold a bouquet of delicate roses, then went to the cake shop to pick up the cake, and finally bought some breakfast on the way home, and returned to the waterfront of Times with both hands full.

It took 5 minutes just to get the key to open the door. An Fan opened the door and found that his parents were all up. He greeted with a smile, "Just so, the soy milk is still hot."

An Zhize glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window, and asked, "Why did you go alone?"

An Fan handed the things to the aunt who came up to meet him, and said while changing his shoes, "I got up early, anyway, I have nothing to do when I'm idle, so let's do morning exercises."

Xia Ping caught a glimpse of the packaging bag of soy milk, and wondered, "I bought this one? Isn't there a queue for this one?"

She was puzzled and probed: "When did you get up?"

This is a time-honored shop that sells soy milk. Soy milk is famous for its fragrance, softness, and smoothness in the throat. The neighbors love to drink it, and there are people from the east of the city to the west of the city because of the good news of this cup of soy milk. There are often big queues in front of the soy milk store. long queue.

After changing his shoes, An Fan still lowered his head and said casually, "Not long. Good luck, there are no people today."

He didn't look up at them after finishing speaking, but said: "Eat first, I'll go wash your hands."

Hurrying into the bathroom, An Fan looked at herself in the mirror. The light makeup she put on in the morning couldn't hide the fatigue in her eyes. The dark circles under her eyes were so heavy that they could be seized as national treasures. She leaned on the sink and sighed unconsciously.

It's not getting up early, obviously I didn't sleep.

It's just that this scene is really not suitable for mourning autumn and winter. An Fan quickly cleaned himself up in the bathroom, went out to have breakfast with his parents, went back to his room and changed into a black velvet dress, and set foot on the road to the cemetery with his parents at eight o'clock in the morning. road.

The drive took about four to ten minutes, and it took another two to ten minutes to get from the parking lot to the cemetery. By the time An Fan sat on a step like in previous years and grabbed a few weeds, the time was already pointing to nine o'clock.

An Zhize put the bouquet of flowers under An Qingyi's photo, Xia Ping opened the cake box, was stunned when she saw the cake, and smiled: "Niannian, a little confused, took it as her own."

When An Fan heard this, he turned his head and glanced, it was really her chestnut cake.

Every year on October [-], her family will order two cakes from the same cake shop, one is her chestnut cake and the other is her sister's mousse cake.

Regular customers are easy to handle, even if it is such an abnormal time for her family to pick up cakes, the boss who sells cakes still has no complaints, and she is always smiling when she wakes up from the bed with a phone call early in the morning, and the service attitude is so good that there is nothing to say.It's just that she was probably really sleepy, and she took the wrong cake.

"Then let's eat Niannian's birthday cake today." Xia Ping added, taking a plate and fork from the packaging bag.

An Zhize knelt down to light a candle with his palms protecting the flame, but when the wind blew, the candle went out, he got up gently, took the lighter and started lighting again.

Anfan watched all this calmly.

The scene in front of me is repeated every year, and now it is the fourth year. It is somewhat similar to those popular summer programs, but not exactly the same.

The TV series are broadcast the same every year, but the scene in front of me is different every year.

An Fan remembered that in the first year, many relatives and friends came here to celebrate her sister's birthday, and it was so crowded that the steps in front of the tomb couldn't stand.

Back then, she and Ling Ran were standing far away from the crowd, but she felt very close to her.

There were a lot fewer people in the second year.

Slowly, An Zhize and Xia Ping heard rumors from nowhere, saying that they went to the cemetery every year to celebrate the birthday of the dead.

So, on the third birthday, only she, her parents and Ling Ran were present.

At that time, the distance between her and Ling Ran was actually quite close, so close that she could clearly see the strong emotion in the eyes of Ling Ran's photo on the monument, and her heart was suddenly far away.

Again this year.

An Fan was given a piece of cake, and he fed a piece of strawberries to his mouth with a fork in his hand. Xia Ping babbled, "Your sister had a fever a few days ago, and she just recovered from her illness, so she can't blow the wind for too long, so I'll make a long story short today. It's time for us to see you again."

"By the way, your cousin got married a few days ago. She was the one who always robbed you of sweets when you were young. You were so young at that time, and you have grown so big in a blink of an eye." Xia Ping said and glanced at An Fan. Fan silently pretended to be a quail.

The three of them searched for a place to talk about the recent situation, mostly thinking of something to say, most of the time they were silent.

The wind was blowing slowly, An Fan put aside the cake that he had just eaten a few bites, and suddenly felt extremely sad.

She also couldn't tell where the sad point was, whether it was her sister's death, her substitute, or the white hair on the sideburns of her parents...

It seemed that everything together was worth Anfan's sadness, she squatted with her knees hugged, not wanting to get up.

After staying in the cemetery for almost three hours, when it was time to go down the mountain, An Fan said goodbye to his parents on the grounds that he wanted to stay here for a while.

An's father and An's mother probably also saved for An Fan to reflect on being her substitute in front of An Qingyi's tomb, and went down the mountain without much hindrance.

An Fan checked the time, it was twelve o'clock.

In two hours, Ling Ran will arrive.

An Fan cut another piece of cake, and he didn't know whether it was because the boss's craftsmanship was not stable or the taste had changed after being exposed to the wind for too long. An Fan felt that the cake was not as delicious as before.

But she still ate one bite after another until Ling Ran stood in front of her.

An Fan pulled his lips and smiled at her, narrowed his eyes, handed the last piece of cake to Ling Ran, and said, "Just right, there is one piece left."

Ling Ran didn't answer, glanced around, and asked lightly, "Where are uncles and aunts?"

"Let's go, I'll be leaving in the morning." An Fan also answered lightly, with his hand still stretched out stubbornly, intending to pass the cake to Ling Ran.

Ling Ran narrowed her eyes and looked at An Fan, An Fan looked back not to be outdone, probably Ling Ran was standing and she was sitting, and Ling Ran was against the light, she was the first to lose.

An Fan withdrew his sore arm and said forcefully, "You said you wanted me to bring you to Shengji, and I brought you here. What's the problem?"

Ling Ran didn't talk nonsense: "I don't believe you don't understand what I mean."

What does she mean?Of course Anfan understood.

The cemetery is here, Ling Ran can come anytime he wants, the reason why he asked her to come to Shengji with great fanfare is nothing more than wanting to go together with her parents.

Ling Ran not only wanted her as a substitute who looked like An Qingyi, but also wanted the approval of An Qingyi's parents.

But Ling Ran can take advantage of all the advantages in the world.

An Fan thought of her fear and panic when the matter between her and Ling Ran was revealed, but now she felt a sense of joy in her heart.

When she became a substitute and was suffering from fear, Ling Ran was enjoying her face while enjoying the care of her parents, how could she be so perfect.

Well done!

When the matter was revealed, it was impossible for Ling Ran to have anything to do with An Qingyi again with her parents.

An Fan was still thinking recklessly, but Ling Ran interrupted her thoughts: "An Fan, talk."

"What are you talking about?" An Fan raised his head, still squinting his eyes because of the backlight, and said, "I can only do this, I can't do more."

Ling Ran breathed steadily: "What do you mean?"

An Fan was keenly aware that Ling Ran was angry.

Ordinary people are mostly angry because of shortness of breath and emotional instability, but Ling Ran is used to suppressing emotions. The more angry the more stable the breathing is, making it difficult to start.

In the past, An Fan would withdraw at this time. No matter what Ling Ran wanted, she would do her best to help her achieve it, and do the best she could.

But today, in front of An Qingyi's tomb, out of some psychological reason, An Fan didn't want to be obedient. She said again, "If you want to come, I'll bring you here. What's the problem?"

Ling Ran choked.

Those resentful words opened up all the grievances. An Fan said: "Use me as a substitute, but at the same time want to win over my parents, and continue to be their guest of honor because of my sister. How can there be such a good thing?" What is the matter, are all the cheap things in the world belong to your Lingran family? Or is it that the nature of capitalists has been integrated into your flesh and blood, and you can't live without deprivation or plunder?"

An Fan actually thought about this long list of words for several days. Even before Ling Ran came, she was eating the cake and thinking about how Ling Ran would react. She was expecting and hesitant, hopeful and uneasy.

I have imagined thousands of kinds, but I never thought it would be the one in front of me.

Ling Ran said, "Don't argue here."

Where is this?It's her sister's grave.

It turned out that at this time, the only thing Ling Ran would care about was An Qingyi's feelings.Even if she is no longer there.

An Fan wanted to laugh, but couldn't. She couldn't tell what she was trying to suppress, and she was about to lose control. She asked, "What do you think of me as a substitute? But who would ask the substitute to do this or that? Isn't the substitute obedient? Is it enough to play the role you want to play well?"

"Oh, it's a stand-in, and at the same time I have to be at your disposal." An Fan concluded his statement.

Ling Ran raised her eyes, and met An Fan's sad eyes. She frowned, and the corners of her mouth tightened: "What do you want to say, just say it, don't need to be sarcastic."

An Fan asked calmly, "What am I?"

This question is actually not difficult to answer, at least An Fan thinks it is not difficult for Ling Ran.

Said she was a substitute, said she was Bai Yueguang's younger sister, said she was an unseen underground lover...

No matter which answer An Fan could accept, all she wanted was a breakup.The answer is her redemption.

But Ling Ran was silent.

The silence between each other spread, one's breathing became more and more gentle, and the other's chest rose and fell violently.

Finally, Ling Ran said: "Then it's over?"

Ling Ran was used to giving orders, and it was the first time in her impression that she spoke in such a tone of discussion, but An Fan didn't have the time to find out what she meant.

An Fan closed his eyes, pinched his palms with his nails, and bit his lips, trying not to make a sound.She was afraid that she would agree, and she was also afraid that she would not agree.

"When you agree." Ling Ran turned around and left quickly.

An Fan suddenly said, "Do you want to eat a piece of cake before leaving? Today is also my birthday."

Ling Ran kept walking: "No need."

After being blown by the wind for too long, the cream on the surface of the cake has melted, and the original delicate appearance of a few pieces of fruit embellishment cannot be seen, and it is even more unrecognizable when it is suddenly dropped on the ground.

An Fan hugged his knees and thought dejectedly: It's over, it's really over...