life and joy

For three days after the memorial service, everything was going on in full swing, and no one mentioned the death of their loved ones.

Everyone seems to have compromised to life, old age, sickness and death, and accepted this established ending with some helplessness.

He Huan didn't shed a single tear.But when it comes to silence, loneliness will occupy every corner of the room, and pain will cover the flesh and blood.The pain in every pore reminds him: your loved one has left you and will never come back.

Yao Qi leaned on the desk, looked at him silently, then looked down at his shoes, and said after a long time, come back to Dai City with me after the funeral.

He Huan exhaled softly and said, no, it's meaningless.Even if I am the first in the first grade of the class, even if I am admitted to a prestigious school, even if I live a prosperous life with my stubbornness, it doesn't make any sense.I am a lone walker in the stinky gutter, a person who lives on the margins of society, and a person who will not be found even if he dies in the heavy rain. This will never change.

He said it lightly as if he was just stating something that had nothing to do with him.

"So you're dropping out? Then what? Sell a few properties and wait for nothing?"

He Huan looked at him calmly and asked, otherwise?You support me?Let me think about what squeeze value is there in me?Help you stabilize the gossip and establish a clean and pure white persona?So as to help you return to Yaojiawan Mansion?

At that moment, He Huan seemed to see a little bit of pain in the eyes of the person in front of him, but it was only for a moment. Yao Qi leaned forward and pressed his right hand on the back of his hand. He Huan felt that his five fingers were crushed by the boulder Smash, he said, I didn't expect that there is such a layer under your sunny appearance, but I want to tell you that the Yao family is just in full swing, and I don't need me to save it. I also have my own property. If you pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, you should find a way to make the mask grow on your face, and you are too conceited.

He Huan looked directly at him and said, you hurt me.

"Go back with me."

He Huan pursed his lips and asked, what is your position?

Silence, still silence.

He Huan withdrew his hand vigorously, rubbed it, and smiled: I have made such a big determination to accomplish one thing, but I still don't know the reason, let alone what role I played in it. Uncle, is this a ploy to put my guard down?

The rain outside the window has been raining for two days and one night. Not long ago, it seemed to be about to stop. The dark clouds in the clear blue sky faded and a layer of pink clouds spread.

There was the sound of the engine being turned off, and a black extended Lincoln stopped outside the door. A man with mottled hair got out of the car and knocked on the door respectfully: Second Young Master, Young Master.

Uncle Jiang's appearance was really just right, just right after the rainstorm stopped and before He Huan disposed of his parents' ashes, Yao Qi knew that the old man's tolerance for them ended here.

Even though they were biological father and son, Uncle Jiang and Jiang He had no similarities in their bodies.Jiang He is always bluffing and jumping up and down, but Uncle Jiang is not. He always maintains a certain degree of elegance and unknowingly controls everything in his hands.Only such people have the opportunity to follow the old man.

Two years after her mother married into the Yao family, He Huan went back to the old house twice and met the old man once, but this man who is collectively called uncle by all the juniors has always existed in legends. Today is the first time we meet.

He was not as vicious as in the legends. On the contrary, he had a faint smile on his wrinkled face, and he was dressed in plain clothes. He was an image of a kind old man.

"Our ineffectiveness has caused the young master to suffer grievances. I hope he can be forgiven." The old man walked in and nodded slightly at He Huan.

Yao Qi was sitting beside him, with his upper body slightly leaning forward and sitting upright. This state made him look serious and solemn, but in fact this was his most common defensive posture.

"Isn't Uncle Jiang researching and developing new fruit varieties on Mount Nero? What's the rush for the sudden visit?"

The old man looked back at Yao Qi, as if surprised by his words of protection, then nodded and cut to the chase: I wonder when the young master's burial will be arranged?

"the day after tomorrow."

The old man turned to He Huan, hesitated for a moment, and said with apology: The young master and his wife are both from the Yao family, but the ancestors of the Yao family have a saying that no offspring will not enter the ancestral grave.After a pause, he said again, did the Second Young Master tell you?

He Huan originally thought that he knew something about the Yao family, that this huge family was still humane, but the reality gave him a blow and told him plainly, you are overthinking.

The gentle and kind old man in his impression was telling him that your parents are not allowed to enter the ancestral grave.

He froze for a moment and murmured, so that's why no one stopped me from taking the ashes.However, it's the 21st century, don't you think it's ridiculous?

The old man looked at him, his eyes were still so gentle, and said, I'm sorry, this is the ancestor's instruction.

The apology is so sincere, but the conditions are not loose.

"In that case, I will bury my parents in a public cemetery."

The old man was silent for a while, and then said, young master, the old man has another business today, the master hopes that you can change your surname to Yao, and live as a member of the Yao family for the rest of your life.That's how everything goes away.

He Huan, who used to be eloquent and eloquent with others, suddenly found that his tongue was tied. No matter how many times he practiced in places where no one was around, he still couldn't negotiate with people on certain matters.

"Uncle Jiang, I've been trying to contact my father, but he didn't reply and let you come. Is this the final attitude?"

"The second young master is considerate. I have no right to ask about the decision made by the master."

"I see. I will discuss it with my father. Uncle Jiang, please go back first." Yao Qi stood up and pointed to the door to see off the guests.

The old man stood up unhurriedly, walked out slowly, turned around and said when he pushed the door, I always thought that the second young master liked to hide in the dark night as that oriole.

Yao Qi replied blankly: "Uncle Jiang praises you."

It had been six years, and the sense of oppression that seemed familiar had suddenly returned.Hiding all emotions and seeing what's going on, this is how everyone in the Yao family compound gets along.

He Huan stood behind him, hesitated to speak several times, but finally said nothing.Now, he doesn't have a single chip in his hand.

The moment he passed by, Yao Qi grabbed He Huan and said, leave it to me, it can be resolved.

"I don't know which direction I should expect things to develop, what should I do?" His voice was light and light, as if he was so tired that he no longer had the strength to speak.

Yao Qi squeezed his cold, slightly trembling hands, turned around and took his coat, and said, wait for me to come back.

Yao Qi was indifferent for half his life, but he never said "no" to that kind-faced old man.In addition to not wanting to be deeply involved in intimacy, what's more, I don't know how to refute.

Most people feel a little stunned and painful when they first face family oppression, and then gradually become numb. When they grow up, they fade out of their original families, restraining themselves and doing their best not to blame their parents.

But the scar never faded away, and it still hurts when touched.Boldness is false, and so is indifference.

The old man has not been to the company for half a month, sitting alone in the empty lobby reading a newspaper.Even though it's always the same, it still feels like something is missing recently.

Yao Qi walked in from behind him, walking slowly, as if afraid of disturbing the dreamer, then leaned over to put a document on the tea table, and called softly: Father.

The old man picked up the document and opened it casually, his eyes fixed on the words "share transfer".

"Father, brother should be buried tomorrow."

"En." The old man slowly flipped through the documents in his hand, but did not answer.

"He Huan is already 16 years old. It is meaningless for the Yao family to raise such an old child."

The old man waved the document in his hand and asked casually, so, what is this?

"After the elder brother is buried, 30.00% of our company's shares will be transferred to you. There is also the latest research and development technology here. If it can be applied to production, it may not be a dream to expand the Yao family's assets by half."

"Our father and son... only have conditions to talk about?"

Yao Qi nodded and remained silent.

The old man looked at him, and sighed calmly: Xiao Qi, even if I still hold on to the rights and capital, you can't afford me with money, take it back, the Yao family does not lack this share contract.

"I will go home and follow your arrangement to get married and have children."

"Three years."

"Okay." Yao Qi nodded, and the tense muscles on his back relaxed slightly.It was clearly a soft-spoken conversation, but it seemed that they had just experienced a bitter battle with swords and swords.

The old man turned around and went upstairs step by step with a cane.

He has been strong and stubborn all his life and has never really compromised with anyone, but now he suddenly doesn't want to fight, and the fight is nothing but his wife, children, teachers and friends scattered around.

It was March in Yangchun, the river was full of spring tide, and the willow branches on the street were unknowingly sprouting new green.

At Yao Yu's funeral, there were only He Huan, Yao Qi and a few close friends, only dozens of people.As for her sleeping in the same hole as him, no one visited her, and she seemed even more lonely amidst the sparse voices.

"Maybe you've heard about the elder brother asking for help, but I want to say that he didn't call me."

Standing in front of the tombstone in a black suit, He Huan was shocked, and a little life came back to his gray face. He said, thank you, thank you.

When a person is in the abyss and can't see any hope, what he needs may be just an explanation. A little connection with the present world can rekindle his courage to endure the suffering of life, and stop looking for death and life.

In the drizzle, Yao Qi took a step forward and tilted the umbrella towards him, and said, that day you asked me what is the point of continuing the original life track when I am the only one left in the world.I don't know what the meaning is, only by living can I know the meaning.

He Huan wanted to reach out and touch the two people still smiling on the tombstone, but after thinking about it, he held back, just grasped it in the void, and said with a wry smile: Because loss is fate, so we can only take loneliness as faith.