squeamish bag he was reborn

In the northern suburbs of city A, a funeral is going on.

The grey-haired pastor solemnly stated the life of the deceased. His mellow and gentle voice was mixed with the increasing rain, which seemed inaudible, and the distant and ethereal sound seemed to come from another time and space.

But there was no other sound, not even a cry.

There were quite a few guests at this funeral. They all looked rich or expensive in suits and leather shoes, but those people only stood far behind, their figures twisted and crooked.Someone even brought a simple canopy, and a few people sat inside with their legs crossed, their postures relaxed, not as if they were attending a funeral, but as if they were here to watch the excitement.

There was only one person standing in front of the tombstone.

The man was tall but extremely thin, and even the slim black suit was a bit loose on him.With his back to the person, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could only see a hand holding a dark umbrella handle, which was pale and thin, with faint blue blood vessels distributed in it, giving it a fragile and sickly beauty.

The pastor's eulogy continued, but the people behind couldn't wait.

"This old man is really annoying. He keeps chattering. If you want me to say something, it means that a mad dog died."

The speaker had a look of disdain on his face, and as soon as he finished speaking, someone echoed him: "That is, when Gu Nian'an was alive, who in City A didn't follow his face and act like a loyal dog. There is nothing to mourn, it can be seen..."

"Can you fucking talk!"

This person probably wanted to follow what he said just now to flatter him, but he really didn't know how to speak, and the expressions of the few people present changed instantly.He was interrupted before he finished speaking, obviously someone thought of how he was "faithful" before.

When Gu Nian'an was alive, he was a ruthless lunatic, the sky in the business district of City A.Now that the person is dead, those who were suppressed by him at the beginning naturally lost their scruples, and ran to the scene of the person's funeral one by one regardless of the obstruction.

Naturally, their purpose was not to come to mourn.

"Also, who said that Mr. Gu has no one to read, isn't there one standing there?" He spoke frivolously and dismissively, and as soon as the end of the sentence was finished, someone laughed: "Tsk tsk tsk, who would have thought that it would end in the end?" Accompanying him is actually a little lover."

"Don't say that bitch is ruthless..."

"That's right. See if he shed a single tear. He doesn't even want to pretend to cry. It must be because of the good things about Gu Nian'an's bed that he had to come here to fill up the number of people. Otherwise, Mr. Gu wouldn't even Even if he dies, he will still be a lonely ghost that no one sent him."

Immediately, there was a burst of ambiguous laughter from around.

"If you want me to say that Song Yuan is really unlucky, a few years ago the Song family suffered a car accident, the whole family was gone, and he was left alone, a spoiled and precious young master. The torture was terrible, people are neither human nor ghost. It was hard to hug Gu Nian'an's thigh, although he is a little crazy, but it is still a support. "

"Now even the benefactor is gone, tsk tsk tsk, what a pity."

"It's no big deal. If this one is gone, just replace it with another one. If nothing else, you don't have to worry about it for the rest of your life just because of that face. Some people jump on it."

"That's right, I can hurt people more than that mad dog."

"Fuck, it's your turn for the big beauty?"

"Hahaha……"

……

These people uttered unscrupulous words loudly without any scruples. Although the few people who had been on good terms with the Song family were depressed, they dared not speak out.Thinking back when that incident didn't happen, none of these people rushed to talk to the young master of the Song family, and none of them were respectful to Song Yuan when Gu Nian'an was alive.

After all, death is like a lamp being extinguished, and the living have no reason to make themselves unhappy for the dead.

Seeing that these people's words became more and more outrageous, some people still couldn't stand it anymore, and whispered, "Okay, don't talk about it, and don't look at the occasion, I'm not afraid that the soul of that madman will look at you."

"Hold."

Hearing this, the leader cursed in a low voice, and was about to say something to the winking kid when he noticed a very strong gaze.

The line of sight came from Song Yuan, but the familiar sense of oppression was very much like someone.

And as he turned around, the face covered by the wide canopy was also able to get a glimpse of the whole picture.

The young man had an unforgettable good looks, with exquisite and three-dimensional facial features, and beautiful eyebrows and eyes that are not like real people.It's just that his face is too pale, his eyes are black and blue, and his lips have no trace of blood. Under the cover of the big black umbrella, he is as pale as fragile porcelain.

The line of sight over here is also Gujing Wubo, but it makes people feel oppressed for no reason.

The person he was looking at froze, inexplicably having the illusion of being watched by Gu Nian'an in the past.The kind of sight that didn't look like looking at a person but like looking at an object made him suddenly angry from embarrassment, but he dared to look at him like this for a gadget that was raised and played on the bed.

Do you still think that you are the young master who is being protected?

It's just that before he had an attack, he was surrounded by men in black who rushed over suddenly. The leader nodded slightly to Song Yuan with an apology on his face, and then he was well-trained and forcibly brought this group of people into a circle. out.

The whole process didn't even make a sound.

Song Yuan ignored the farce behind him, he looked down at the photo on the tombstone, motionless like a stiff stone statue.

In the photo, the young and handsome man looked at the camera, with a slight smile on his lips, and a smile in his eyes, as gentle as the spring breeze in March.

He pestered this person to take this photo, and half a year after taking this photo, Gu Nian'an passed away forever.

After a while, the pastor's voice also stopped abruptly. He looked at the pale and handsome man in front of him, sighed regretfully and sympathetically, and said, "Mr. Song, the living is the most important thing. Say goodbye to Mr. Gu." Bar."

Song Yuan was silent for a long time before slowly shaking his head.

The pastor was surprised for a moment and didn't say anything more. The funeral was going on in an orderly manner. When everything was over, only Song Yuan was left at the scene.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no intention of holding back. The young man holding an umbrella in the cemetery slowly squatted down with his knees hugged.

Song Yuan thought, he messed up one more thing, Mr. Gu hates rainy days the most.

It was already a week later when Qiao Qiao got the news and returned to China. When he came to see Song Yuan, he was trying a new dish in the kitchen.

Unsurprisingly, he failed again. He put down the plate in his hand and smiled at his friend with some embarrassment, revealing two shallow dimples, and then habitually rubbed the tip of his nose with the back of his hand.

Qiao Qiao was dazed for a moment, thinking of the moment when he first met Song Yuan.

He sighed that his friend still looked like a half-grown boy after so many years, but when he looked carefully, he realized that many places had changed.

The nose suddenly became astringent.

Rapid growth once is enough, but Song Yuan experienced more than once.

"I wanted to cook by myself, but I've been clumsy lately. Let's order takeaway, or you want to go out to eat. There is a good restaurant nearby..."

"Yuaner, don't order, I'm not hungry."

How could Qiao Qiao be in the mood to eat, he always thought that Song Yuan and Gu Nian'an were living well in China, and he also knew a little bit about Gu Nian'an's thoughts on Song Yuan.I thought that I would come back to attend their wedding when my friends opened their minds, but I didn't expect this kind of bad news to come.

People are gone, and talking about this kind of thing can only add to the sentimentality.

He sighed and wanted to ask Song Yuan why he didn't tell him, and he had to bear all this alone.But later, when I thought about Gu Nian'an's situation at that time, he was helpless, so what if I told him?

Song Yuan is a person who always thinks of others, so naturally he would not tell him who is alone in a foreign country.

"Tangyuan..."

He called out the old name of his friend in the past, and the words he wanted to comfort him were blocked in his throat. If he said anything now, he could only add salt to the bleeding wound.

Even if the layer of window paper has not been revealed, he still knows how important Gu Nian'an is to Song Yuan.

"Xiao Qiao, I want to eat." Song Yuan said almost stubbornly, "I used to get used to being with...Brother Gu, so I have to eat well."

"I promised him."

Qiao Qiao said yes with a hoarse nose.

At the dinner table, he looked at the man who was eating almost mechanically, trying to suppress the sourness in his heart, as if he suggested inadvertently, let Song Yuan stay with him for a while, just in time for the two of them to catch up.

There are too many memories in this house, and staying here will inevitably make you feel emotional, but no matter how sad and reluctant you are, you always have to look forward.

Song Yuan has to slowly get used to the days without Gu Nian'an, and then embrace the next stage of life.

"Little Qiao, are you worried that I will be sad by myself?" Song Yuan smiled before continuing: "It's okay, I'm much stronger than you imagined, I feel heartless."

"Can you believe it, Mr. Gu is so kind to me, but I haven't cried once since he left."

"I'm such an old man, if I can take care of myself, there's nothing wrong with being alone."

Qiao Qiao was silent for a moment, then pretended to be nonchalant and hummed, lowered his head and tried his best to hold back his tears.This person who talks about taking good care of himself is already so thin that his bones hurt when he hugs him.

After the meal, he watched Song Yuan tidy up the dishes, watched him clean the room, and watched him arrange the music score, like a programmed robot, mechanically keeping himself busy.

Only then did he clearly understand that Song Yuan didn't intend to let himself out at all, he trapped himself in this house, trapped in those memories that were once beautiful but now made him miserable.

He deceived himself by telling others and himself that he is doing well now.

After sending Qiao Qiao away, Song Yuan stayed alone for a long time, and then went to the kitchen to delve into the new dish.

When he was lying in bed at night, he always felt that something was missing. This feeling was not absent before, but in this extraordinarily quiet night, this sense of lack was more menacing than ever before.

Song Yuan looked blankly at the huge bedroom, desperately looking for what was missing.

He thought of the unfinished score at noon, the sickly flowers that had been watered too many times, and the dish that Gu Nian'an liked but he would never be able to cook.

There are many more.

Tears fell silently, and before he realized it, his face was covered with tears.

He watched the tears flow more and more fiercely on the empty side of the big bed, and he thought that there should be a person lying here.He likes to read those obscure books at this point in time, even during the six months of lingering sickness, he never stopped.

And he would make trouble with him, dangle in front of him with wet hair on purpose, and then be helplessly and indulged by this person to urge him to blow-dry his hair.

In the end, he took care of every strand of his hair seriously.

Then embrace each other and fall asleep.

It was supposed to be like this, but now he was the only one on this bed, it was empty, as if another person had never appeared before.

Mr. Gu is missing.

Song Yuan suddenly felt a burst of great sadness and panic.

He thought that the reason why he didn't say the eulogy was because he felt that if he said it, maybe they were really saying goodbye, but at this moment he realized very clearly that he and Mr. Gu had long been separated forever.

This is a fact that no matter how you deceive yourself, you have to admit it.

The hole in my heart that was broken half a year ago was blowing in the wind, and there was a pain like suffocation.

After a long time, he buried himself in the quilt and whimpered softly, and gradually the soft whimper turned into a heart-piercing cry, crying without any scruples, like a child who has been wronged all the time.

It's not that Song Yuan has never cried like this before, but the person who wiped his tears back then will never appear again.

The author has something to say:

La la la a new article, I hope you like Yuan Yuan and Xiao Shen, and this is a sweet article, trust me.

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