Yan Gou failed miserably

Confide

"Because of a muddle-headed time travel, I originally wanted to break up with him, but somehow we got together again, which is really confusing." As He Ci spoke, his eye circles turned red.

"Dad, when someone bullied me at school, you killed me directly... But, but, when I was bullied by others in the first year of high school, no one helped me."

Bright teardrops rolled in his eyes.Then, big, round, shining teardrops rolled down his cheeks, dripping on the corners of his mouth, on his chest, and on the ground.

He choked up and said, "I don't want to cry."

The wind whirled around him, like a hug, gently stroking.

Then, burst into tears.

He said in a trembling voice: "Dad, Mom, I still miss you very much. If, if you can, you can come and see me in your dreams."

The most painful thing is life and death, the separation of yin and yang.

He didn't notice that Si Xian had already arrived here, silently staring in his direction with a solemn expression.

After another half an hour, He Ci's eyes were already red from crying, and his voice became much hoarse. This kind of painful sadness can't be lingered no matter what.

Si Xian who was behind still didn't step forward, he knew that now is the time when Xiao Ci's mind is most vulnerable.

If he showed up, he would definitely be able to occupy all of Xiaoci's mind.However, I always feel that this cannot be the case.

He will be dignified, step by step, occupying everything.

He Ci got up, and then respectfully kowtowed three times to the tombstone.

"Dad, Mom, I'll see you again in a few days."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and saw Si Xian who was as silent as a tree, dressed in black, standing straight behind him.

He Ci didn't expect him to appear so suddenly, he was a little at a loss, and wanted to say something, but it didn't feel right.

The two looked at each other strangely, under the witness of He Ci's parents.

Suddenly remembering that his parents were still here, He Ci hurriedly took Si Xian by the hand and walked to the tombstone and said, "Dad, Mom, he is the Si Xian I mentioned. The young man is quite handsome!"

Si Xian stood upright, and said to the tombstone, "Hello, Uncle and Aunt, I am Si Xian, a classmate of He Ci."

Then he talked about his family situation and achievements in detail, as well as his plans and plans for the future, and also revealed some plans for how to live in the future.

As for the relationship between the two, he didn't explain too much, after all, it's not the time yet.In the third year of high school, the most important thing is to study.

He Ci, who watched silently from the side, felt a little embarrassed. He felt like bringing his boyfriend to meet his parents.

As for Si Xian's plan, he can only deduct 666 crazily from the sidelines. For a person like himself who eats every day and never thinks about the future, planning his future life is simply a fantasy.

The weather gradually became cooler, and the number of people in the cemetery gradually increased, carrying flowers and fruits in twos and threes, and walked to the front of each tombstone.

Over there, Si Xian finally finished speaking, then lowered his head and bowed.

Then he said to the photo: "Uncle, Auntie, Xiao Ci and I will visit you again in a few days."

He Ci also quickly waved his hands: "Dad, Mom, come and see me in your dream when you are free, let's go first—"

Walking on the gravel road, the two fell into silence from time to time.

He Ci lowered his head, and his originally depressed mood recovered a lot. He pinched the corner of his clothes with one hand, and with the other hand, tremblingly reached up.

Then, it was turned against the customer.

Si Xian pulled his hand over forcefully and held it in his palm, regardless of whether there was anyone around.

The distance began to be pulled in a little bit.

The wind was rushing again, blowing the two of them, and their tightly connected hands.

He Ci, who was being held by hand, was a little emboldened, and looked around guiltily, but found nothing.

He asked, "Si Xian, when did you come over—"

"Around eleven o'clock, probably."

He Ci calculated the time. At this point, his uncle had already left, and it was already one o'clock in the afternoon when he met Si Xian, which meant that he had been waiting behind for two hours.

"You've been waiting so long! Tell me sooner."

Si Xian turned his head slightly and said word by word, "Xiao Ci. I don't think you and your uncle and aunt should be disturbed at that time."

"I kind of want to hug you."

"it is good……"

He Ci stopped, dragged the boy to the side of the pine tree, and embraced him.

A warm hug.

He Ci's feeling now, his nose is a little sore, and he wants to cry.But after crying for nearly an hour just now, the tears could no longer flow, so I could only open my mouth wide and confided slowly.

"Si Xian, do you know? After my parents passed away, I wanted to give up several times. If it weren't for that little guy Su Jian, you might not have seen me."

Hearing this, Si Xian tried a little harder, and said in a low voice: "It will not be allowed in the future."

"Nonsense, looking for death and life is the most cowardly behavior, and now I have uncles, aunts, cousins, friends, teachers, I will not die."

"Huh?" It was that familiar voice again.

"Ahem, as for you, I've been investigating for a few days... If my dad was still around, wouldn't you be so relaxed?"

"Uncle will accept me."

"You're quite confident. You abducted his only son, how could you accept it so easily!"

"I will prove it to them, and I will protect their son."

"Hey, let me thank you for them!"

Some passers-by had noticed the situation here, but they ignored it at a glance. In the cemetery, hugging and the like are hardly common.

After a long time, He Ci's hands were a little tired. He pushed Si Xian away, squatted on the ground and looked at the sky, with confusion in his eyes.

Si Xian also squatted down, and he asked, "Is it because of that driver?"

"Well, I still hate him. I thought about killing him more than once to avenge my parents."

"What then?"

"Later, I felt that it wasn't worth setting myself up for his scum, if my parents knew they would have to scold me to death."

Si Xian hugged him in his arms, and said with some emotion: "If an idea had come true back then, I guess I wouldn't see Xiaoci today."

"Damn, didn't they all coax later!"

"is it?"

"Yeah, I'm so scared—"

How could Si Xian believe it? He Ci looked cowardly, but there was a ruthlessness in his bones. Once he made up his mind to do something, it was not easy to give up.

"In the future, no matter what, discuss it with me."

"Of course, don't discuss it with my man, who to discuss it with—"

This is a very obedient title, and it will only be limited to appearances when He Ci's psychological defense is weak.

Hearing this name, there was a lot of wind around, as if they were protesting something.

As for Si Xian, he has long understood that the death of both parents has caused indelible damage to He Ci's psychology, so that He Ci will unconsciously obey the strong Si Xian in many cases. This is a kind of emotional dependence. and sustenance.

Fortunately, fortunately, He Ci met him.

"Xiaoci, say it again."

He Ci, who had already realized what he said, blushed, but still firmly refused.

"Don't say it! What did you say just now? I forgot—" He began to be sloppy.

"What kind of person was uncle and aunt before they were alive?" Si Xian changed the subject.

The wind calmed down.

He Ci's eyes were empty, and he began to recall, thinking about it, and smiled unconsciously.

"My mother is very gentle. She has never quarreled with me since I was a child. Once I got into a fight with someone at school, and it was obviously that person's fault but framed me. My mother firmly believed that it was definitely not my fault. Sure enough, a Check the monitoring and it will come out, my mother always trusts me unconditionally..."

"And my dad, who can't speak very much, often does bad things with good intentions. Every time he wants to have a heart-to-heart talk with me, it turns into an education conference. I don't want to talk to him anymore. He was the first to jump out, more excited than me, and in the end I had to hold him..."

He Ci recalled this day three years ago, it stopped abruptly, but he returned to reality, and had to face the cold tombstone and the black and white photos.

Si Xian looked at him, feeling sour and distressed, and said with emotion: "Uncle and aunt will definitely be proud of Xiaoci."

The wind became faster again.

"Si Xian, will you leave me in the future?" He Ci spit out these words inadvertently.

"Won't……"

"But that's what my parents said too."

These words left Si Xian speechless.

He Ci picked up the mineral water beside him and poured it down, his hoarse voice subsided a little: "In the future, who knows, maybe a sudden natural or man-made disaster will separate life and death, and separate Yin and Yang."

"Let's go, go back to my house, and I'll show you where I used to live." He Ci ended the unpleasant topic with a big arc on his face.

"Well, my car is parked at the door."

Coming to the long-lost room, He Ci took out a thick photo album from the drawer under the TV.

"Hey, I looked good when I was young."

Si Xian flipped through the photo albums, some of them had been too long, and the photos had turned yellow a little, and each of them was a little doll or boy with big eyes and a sunny smile.

From the full moon, one hundred days old, one year old, two year old... to 15 years old, each one has the messages and expectations of Su Pei and He Chengyue written on the back.

"I hope my son will become more handsome as he thinks about it, and become an upright person like his father!"

"Xiao Ci is happy, safe, healthy and healthy."

"Find a very good wife, just like your mother."

"Admitted to Tsinghua University!"

……

Such a good-looking child, smiling like a heartless fox lying on the snow, made others' hearts melt when they saw it.

Then, the photo with such a bright smile has been frozen at the age of fifteen.In the following photos, He Ci's face became more and more delicate, and his expression changed from indifference at the beginning to hypocrisy in the end.