"Sorry! The number you dialed is turned off! Please call again later!"

That night, Pan Jieyu, who finally mustered up the courage to call Yang Qi's number in her bedroom, heard this voice, she had already adjusted her breathing and mentality, and was ready to say the first sentence with what tone and what kind of opening remarks to greet Yang Qi and how to comfort him, but the prompt sound from the mobile phone made her finally muster up the courage and all kinds of psychological preparations all at once.

His phone was turned off.

She knows where his home is, and she also knows where the Cansen Snake Garden where he usually lives is, but it takes a long time for her to make a phone call to him now, where is the courage to go directly to him?

It's been so long since they've been apart.

What's more, what does it mean for him to turn off his mobile phone at this time, Pan Jieyu can probably guess it.

He should be quiet now, he doesn't want to be disturbed!

If I go to him at this time, it will definitely make him more irritable......

Helplessly smiling and putting the phone on the desk, Pan Jieyu looked at the night outside the window and was slightly distracted, the direction over there should be the direction of his house, was he drinking or sleeping at this time? Or what else was he doing?

……

There are not many people in the Yang family now, compared to the daytime.

Most of the relatives and friends are gone, even if they haven't left Hengdian, at this time they also went to the nearby guesthouse, hotel and other places to rest, the three-day funeral of the Yang family has been completed, the mourning hall has also been demolished, the hall seems a little empty, Yang Boyuan's black portrait is hung on the wall of the hall of the hall, and there is a black cloth flower tied above the portrait, if an outsider enters the door and sees this portrait hanging in a conspicuous position, the heart may be stunned, and you will feel that Yang Boyuan's eyes are always staring at you on the portrait.

But this portrait looks in the eyes of the Yang family, but it will only increase the longing and pain in their hearts.

Just like Yang Qi at this time, he sat on a small stool in the corner of the door, but his stunned eyes kept looking at the portrait of his grandfather on the wall, thinking that when he came back a few days ago, his grandfather was still talking to him alive, sitting with them to eat and chat, his voice and smile were still in front of him, but in a blink of an eye, grandpa was gone.

It turned into a handful of ashes buried in the cemetery, turned into a posthumous portrait hanging on the wall, and he could no longer see his grandfather appear in front of him, no longer see him sitting outside the house smoking dry tobacco, and no longer sit with them to eat and drink.

Call him, and he will never answer again.

A living person, just gone.

Yang Qi was not the only one in the hall at this time, but his parents, uncle, aunt, sister, as well as his uncle, eldest cousin, second uncle and second aunt were all there.

The father and the uncle were particularly silent, the father was constantly smoking, and the uncle was holding a bottle of liquor in his hand, taking a sip from time to time, without a trace of a smile on his face.

The uncle was comforting Yang Qi's parents, uncle, and aunt.

As for the words of comfort, they are still those few sentences over and over again, Yang Qi has listened a lot in the past few days, and his ears are almost calloused, such as: "People can't be resurrected after death!", "His grandfather left peacefully, and he didn't suffer too much sin!"

Yang Qi could hear the comfort of the two uncles, the eldest cousin and the second aunt, but they were all in the left ear and out of the right ear, and they didn't hear their hearts at all, because they were not comforting him, so Yang Qi didn't have any response, he just sat alone in the corner by the door and looked at his grandfather's portrait.

Those comforting words sounded in his ears, but it made him faintly bored in his heart.

He didn't want to hear this, he didn't understand any of the reasoning, but was this a reasonable thing? He was just sad and empty, and he wanted to quietly echo some things about his grandfather in the past, and he wanted to quietly remember.

His mobile phone was turned off three days ago, he just didn't want to listen to other people's comfort, he didn't want to answer anyone's calls, and he was perfunctory to anyone on the phone, and he wasn't in that mood now.

Whether they were calling with real feelings or fake intentions, he didn't want to pay attention to it because he didn't need comfort.

Grandpa is gone, he is very sad, what do you want to comfort? Will he be happy right away? He can't do it, and he doesn't want to be happy so soon, the so-called remembrance, if he doesn't even feel sad, what is it called?

The sad mood has been hanging over him for the past few days, but he doesn't want to come out so quickly at all, so he doesn't want to listen to any comfort.

The night was not yet deep, but Yang Qi was upset by his uncle's comforting words, so he suddenly got up and walked out of the hall, and his mother asked him what he was going to do?

"I'll go for a walk!"

Dropping this sentence, Yang Qi really walked out of the courtyard and went out along the alley.

The street lamps in the alley are still sparse and dim, of course, it does not affect Yang Qi's vision, his eyesight is as good as his hearing, but the dim and sparse street lamp light, coupled with the long, silent, empty alley, looks in his eyes, making his mood more and more lonely.

Despite this, Yang Qi would rather walk outside than stay at home and listen to the comforts that upset him.

On the night of July, there was not a trace of cool breeze, although the night was silent, but there were also insect chirping sounds from everywhere in his ears, Yang Qi squinted slightly, took out a cigarette and lit it, and glanced aimlessly at the night as he walked.

At the gate of a small courtyard just passed, an old man came out and poured a few cinders under the wall next to the door, the old man's figure was already rickety, his steps were staggering, and he was holding half a cigarette between his fingers, when Yang Qi passed by, the old man looked at him curiously, and after recognizing Yang Qi, he showed a wrinkled smile, and the old voice said hello, "It's Xiaoqi? Where are you going at this time? It's dark!"

This old man may have grown up watching "Yang Qi" before, but Yang Qi has only been in this world for two years and doesn't know him, but the old man took the initiative to greet him, Yang Qi still squeezed out a little smile and nodded, and replied: "Well, I know, I'll be back in a while!"

The old man smiled and walked back to the house with a dustpan, Yang Qi had already walked past him, but at this time he silently looked back at the old man's rickety figure entering and closing the door.

It was a very ordinary scene, but he was sad to see it, because this old man reminded him of his grandfather.

If Grandpa was still around, he would probably do this kind of thing, right? Grandpa also likes to smoke.

Walking out of the alley, a pair of grandchildren came to him, the grandson was about five or six years old, holding a calloused finger with one hand, bouncing to this side, with a lollipop in his mouth, his little face was full of carefree and innocent smiles, and the grandfather who was not tall scolded lightly: "You go slower! Slow down! Walk so fast grandpa can't keep up!"

Yang Qi saw that this grandfather was scolding his little grandson, but his face was full of doting smiles.

Originally, Yang Qi thought that his grandfather would be buried, and he would not shed tears again, but at this time, he unexpectedly saw this scene, which is very common in life, but suddenly hit his tears, his eyes were hot, and tears overflowed his eyes.

In the original world, he and his grandfather were also like this scene in front of them.

But now, everything can only be recalled.