This is a cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

It's not the season of sacrificial sweeping, there are not many people, Wei Xiao is standing alone not far away and waiting, in front of his sight, Ye Haitang, who is dressed in plain clothes, is standing quietly in front of a tombstone.

The tall plane trees, which have passed their shedding season, line up the sidewalks on either side, and the green shade drags long shadows, hiding the tombstones.

Every tombstone is buried with a life and a story. Whose children are they, whose parents are they, who are their guests, who are their lovers?

Taoism says that "Fang is born and dies, and Fang dies and is born", do not forget where you came from, do not seek a destination, everything conforms to nature, but in the hearts of the living and the deceased, how many people are so broad?

No matter how powerful he was before his death, he would not be able to do it in the end.

It's always hard to get at ease.

The young man in the black and white photo is tall and handsome, his face is very white from the white shirt, he is smiling at Ye Haitang, and the joy overflows from his eyes.

Ye Haitang squatted down and laid out the sacrifices she brought one by one, braised fish, vegetarian roasted balls, spicy tofu, as well as rice and fried chrysanthemum, all of which she made with her own hands.

Even the lilies offered in front of the tomb were picked out and pruned by her, and Hanzhang's favorite flower was the lily.

She sat across from Hanzhang and chattered with him.

"I secretly went to see your parents, your father is fine, your mother's rheumatism is more serious, and her eyes are not very good, I sent them money and asked someone to take care of it. ”

"How are you over there, you received the house, car and money I burned for you, right?"

"It's funny, we're all atheists, but when you're gone, I hope there are ghosts, so I think you're alive and well, just not in my world. ”

"I'm still the same, but my personality is not the same as before, and people I know say I'm not as cute as I used to be. ”

.........

Her hand gently stroked the photo on the tablet and paused: "Hanzhang, I... I also brought someone to see you this time, and I will bring him with me every year to see you..."

Ye Haitang turned back to Wei Xiao, and Wei Xiao immediately strode forward.

Ye Haitang said: "Hanzhang, this is Wei Xiao, let me introduce you to it"

Wei Xiao specially bought a box of cigarettes at the foot of the mountain, he lit one in front of the monument, and bowed solemnly: "Hanzhang, hello! Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Haitang." ”

Cigarettes curl above the photo, and the young man in the photo is still smiling.

The wind blows, and the branches and leaves of the sycamore rustle in the wind, as if in response.

Ye Haitang and Wei Xiao walked out of the gate of the cemetery, and the gatekeeper saw her and greeted, "Here again?"

Ye Haitang greeted him and asked him how he was doing recently.

The uncle looked at Wei Xiao holding her hand, and his face was very happy: "I'm fine." It's you, it's really good now, you young people, the days are still long, you have to look forward!"

Ye Haitang nodded and accepted his kindness.

At that time, Hanzhang had just left, she had to come here almost every week, and every time she sat for half a day, a young and beautiful girl, dressed in black and plain, without powder, with a haggard face and a sad and heartbreaking expression.

Once it rained, she was still sitting in front of Hanzhang's tomb in a daze, not knowing how to hide, at this time someone held an umbrella on her head and persuaded: "Girl, he is no longer here, you have to be good, he knows that you will only be more uncomfortable if you go on like this!"

It's the grave keeper.

......

On Valentine's Day of the next year, Ye Haitang brought a small hot pot with a rose, the rose was inserted in front of the tomb, and the ingredients of the small hot pot were all eaten by Hanzhang, such as mushroom slices, porcini mushroom slices, oyster mushroom slices, monkey mushroom slices, and thin beef rolls, each of which was very small, but very fresh.

The small hot pot slowly boiled on the alcohol stove, and all kinds of ingredients were put in turn, and Ye Haitang sat opposite Hanzhang and talked to him.

"Happy Valentine's Day"

"Hanzhang, do you remember Wang Ji's small hot pot? The house we used to frequent, his house closed down... It's really impermanent. ”

"In the past, you liked to take me to eat a small hot pot, everyone else is a pot for each person, and you always like to dip in my pot..."

"Hanzhang, I really miss you, I miss you very much, I miss you very much..."

"Hanzhang, today on Valentine's Day, I'll sing you a song..."

She sang a song to Hanzhang, "Valentine's Day Without a Valentine": "... Happy Valentine's Day, happy Valentine's Day, all I hear is sad music..."

She didn't know how long she had been singing, her tears couldn't flow, her heart was heartbroken, and she saw someone pointing and sighing behind her in a trance, the hot pot was almost dry, and finally the uncle who watched the tomb came over and sighed to help her clean up.

That time when I went back, Ye Haitang fell seriously ill.

Her mother, Zhao Lan, cried a few times during her illness, and she looked old and haggard.

After getting well, seeing the old and haggard appearance of her parents, Ye Haitang no longer went to see Hanzhang every week, she sold her house, changed her job, and only went to the cemetery once a month, and later only went to Hanzhang's birthday, Qingming and winter solstice.

Her mother hid all the photos of Hanzhang, she was really reluctant, and secretly hid one in her mobile phone, whenever the pain in her heart and lungs was inescapable, she could occasionally look at it to relieve the pain in her heart.

At least in the eyes of the people around her, including her parents, she has slowly returned to normal in recent years.

However, who knows? She is like a body controlled by a mask, her soul has been fluctuating in another empty space, she doesn't care about everything she has, she can lose it at any time, she doesn't care, she doesn't think about the future, there is no need to think about it, her parents are still there, she is pretending to be a normal person seriously, after her parents are gone, she lives a day at a time, anyway, she doesn't want to be good.

Her former friends still pity her, and she seems to be as enthusiastic as she is, but only she knows in her heart that she is indifferent to the world and can give up at any time.

Beneath her gentle smile is indifference and rejection, and under her capable professional attire hides an unknown broken heart.

There are a lot of people chasing her, but no one can ever get close to her, and some people talk about her high vision, arrogant temperament, and even more ugly words, she doesn't care at all.

She doesn't even care about herself, what else will she care about.

Until I met Wei Xiao.

On that drunken morning, the young and handsome Wei Xiao bought her porridge and side dishes, and said to her with a smile when she was surprised: "What is it to buy early? ”

"I'm willing to cook for you every day. ”

He gently stroked her brows, her eyes, her lips.

He said: "Tang Tang, you deserve better love." Don't give up on you."

"Don't miss me. ”

On that rainy night, when she was helpless, desperate, and full of disgust and hatred for human nature, he rushed to her and warmed her with his hot heart. She cried heartbreakingly for the first time in his arms, like a child.

"You have been a part of my life since six years ago, and we are inseparable," he said. ”

"Whoever dares to get along with you can't get along with me. ”

He warmed her already cold and stiff heart with tenderness and deep love.

With a tough stance, he intrudes into her world without escaping and puts her under his own protection.

For Ye Haitang, Wei Xiao is the most colorful bright color in her life, and it is also the salvation of God.

She gradually came alive and opened her heart.

She began to suffer from gains and losses, began to have a thousand knots in her heart, and began to love.

Since then, some people have stood at dusk with you, and some people have asked you about porridge and warmth. Her life is back to 24 years old, and she has become the smart and cunning girl who loves and hates again.