The summer in the city of L is the rainy season, and it is raining outside, and the originally sultry air carries the smell of humidity. Wen Yan held a black umbrella, holding his mother's favorite lily, and walked towards the deepest part of the countless tombstones, step by step, firmly and slowly.

Dressed in black and wearing a simple ponytail, she walked on the wet ground, as if she had walked through a slow and quiet time like flowing water. Countless images flew by in front of me, but none of them were clear. Walking like this, her last footsteps stopped in front of a tombstone in the far corner of the cemetery, and then she lowered the umbrella slightly, and her cold gaze quietly flowed through the soft love.

It was the sixth summer after my mother's death, and for more than 2,000 days and nights, she had survived as long as centuries.

It's not the Qingming season, there are almost no people in the cemetery, the surroundings are quiet, only the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella can be heard, all at once, slowly and rhythmically. Wen Yan lowered her eyes slightly, staring at the rain-washed tombstone through the rain curtain, as if she heard a voice echoing in her ears.

"Yanyan, what gift do you want for this birthday?"

"When today's scene is filmed, my mother will rush home to celebrate your birthday."

"Such a big person, he still talks like a child, and my mother has spoiled you."

is so warm and sweet, I can't wait to hold the whole world in front of her, even if there are only two of them in that family, even if they will be looked at differently by others, but the love she gets, the one qiē she has, is never less than anyone else.

It's just, how could she be ruthless? What about leaving her alone?

Wen Yan was silent for a long time, and then slightly curled the corners of his lips, although he was smiling, his tone was sad and joyful in the drizzly air: "Mom, I came to see you, are you okay?" ”

No one answered. All around was the wind, and the thin air that was circulating.

"Mom, I finally entered the showbiz, just like you, I used to joke that I also wanted to be an actor, and I must play a bad guy, because bad people test acting skills, at that time you always didn't say anything, but you didn't look very happy, I felt that you might be against me entering this industry."

"So I didn't mention it later, and I never had the idea of entering the showbiz again, even after you left." Wen Yan looked at the monument thoughtfully, his voice was like raindrops floating around, with a hint of dazed coolness, "But I'm sorry, I still did it, because I can't think of a better way out, I can't think of how to get rid of that person, so that I can live with dignity like a person, you don't know how difficult this decision is for me......"

Wen Yan's voice suddenly lowered, and the umbrella surface was also lowered, as if he couldn't face it: "Mom, I've embarrassed you, I used to think that even taking a breath was a luxury, and I didn't even dare to come to see you in those years, will you think I'm useless." ”

The woman in the tombstone photo always had a gentle smile, looking at Wen Yan with a caring and loving gaze, as if she could hear what she said, as if she was comforting her silently.

The cemetery was shrouded in a thin rain and mist, and the surrounding area was as empty as a valley without people, Wen Yan took two steps forward, and then slowly leaned down and placed the lilies in his hand in front of the monument.

Lily lily, a hundred years of good together. Mother probably loved it, but she didn't get such a blessing.

She stretched out her hand and gently wiped the young silhouette in the photo: "Mom, do you remember what day it is?" Why don't you say happy birthday to me? ”

There was no sound, the rain seemed to be heavier, Wen Yan felt as if something was crossing her eyes, and she soured hard, and then, the corners of her eyes became moist, I don't know if it was the rain that hazy her eyes, or the tears that suddenly fell unconsciously.

"Mom, although you don't like it, I don't know if you will blame me, but I still have to go down this road, although I can't choose the role I want to play at random like a big-name star, but you see, what I've met now is not bad, isn't it?" Wen Yan looked at the woman's smiling face and laughed softly, "So you have to look at me, watch me get better and better, oh yes, I have made two movies and a magazine cover now, and there are advertising endorsements one after another, the box office of the night is very good, I also have fans now, is the general order or the work directed by Director An Mingyu, or did he come to me in person, and it wasn't because of you, this is the value and recognition of me, Mom, right?" ”

Wen Yan at this moment, just like back then, is just a little girl who is coquettish in her mother's arms, proudly showing off her skills, just to hear a word of praise, as if she will get the whole world like that, and it is not the usual cold and distance-filled appearance.

She stood up again, and held her umbrella up a little higher, revealing her clear eyebrows. At this time, she has grown taller, the blackness in her eyes has become complex and profound, her lips occasionally show a cold smile with a sly smile, her eyes are full of shrewdness and sharpness, and there is a look that she can't see clearly.

It's been so many years in the blink of an eye. Only the smile on the tombstone remains the same, not old.

"Mom, I've grown up and don't look like a child anymore, do you see?"

I don't know how long it took, but the rain didn't stop.

The cemetery was always quiet, with a certain smell of loneliness and death, without any color or life. When Wen Yan was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly realized that there were two people standing behind him.

It's two men. And to be precise, one of them was standing, and the other had to be in a wheelchair because he lost the ability to stand. At this moment, he was raising his head slightly, shrewdly with a slightly cloudy gaze, and even looked at her a little stubbornly. And the middle-aged man standing behind him was holding an umbrella for him.

Perhaps because of the rain, the sky looked a little gloomy, the dark clouds were getting lower and lower, and the layers were enveloped in his slightly old face, and the traces of time were more deeply highlighted, but there was a bright, warm, resolute and expectant light in his eyes.

"Words." The man in the wheelchair was silent for a long time, and finally spoke, his voice gentle and calm, but the hands resting on his legs trembled slightly.

"Hello." Wen Yan paused for a long time before he said slowly.

Two short words, simple and subtle, polite and distant.

The old man seemed a little surprised, and there was a little lost and injured expression, and the hands resting on his lap were clasped unnaturally, and he said, "Yanyan, we haven't seen each other for a long time......"

"Six years." Before he could finish speaking, Wen Yan suddenly interrupted in a cold voice.

The old man was stunned for a moment: "Really?" It's been so long. He hung his head and hid his face in the shadows.

"After Mom died, I didn't see each other again." Wen Yan's cold gaze stared straight at him, and said word by word, "There's no need to see it." ”

The middle-aged man behind the old man seemed to be unable to listen to it, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the old man raising his hand, he was stunned and silent. And the old man's gaze turned to Wen Yan again, and said slowly and sincerely: "Yanyan, I know that you hate me, but there are many things, there is no way, your mother's death, I also regret it, if you can do it again, I am willing to exchange it for a qiē, as long as you can live a safe and happy life." ”

Wen Yan looked at him with a look of surprise and incredulity, and then smiled slightly: "You shouldn't say these words to me." She turned her head to look at the gentle smiling face on the tombstone, and her voice was astringent, "Tell Mom." "Of course, if she can still hear it." ”

With that, she turned her head to meet the old man's gaze that had suddenly drooped.

After all, she was not an aggressive person, and she was afraid to see anyone hurt because of her, so she could no longer say anything cruel, and she did not want to stay for a moment, she raised her steps and walked back step by step along the way she came.

"Yanyan, I will always be your father." The old man's rough and stiff palm tapped his leg hard, he seemed to be a little excited, and his voice trembled a little, "You can't deny this, you can hate me and not forgive me, but you can't change the bloodline, just as you admitted in front of everyone, your surname is Wen, and you are my Wen Shijun's daughter." ”

"Blood?" Wen Yan stood still, looking at the gloomy canopy and was a little trance-like, these two words are really good, as if no matter what you have done or how much you have done wrong, you can erase it lightly, and then use the word "blood" to trap life and life with confidence, and then tell you who you are, who your father is, what kind of relationship you have, no matter what he does, you can't question him and alienate him, because he is always your father. He does everything he should do.

It was he who did something unforgivable, but he felt that he was the most hurt person in the world.

Wen Yan was silent for a long time, and only after a while did he slow down, and said calmly and indifferently: "I'm not a smart person, I can't say beautiful words, and I don't know how to make others feel happy." Mr. Wen, I don't have the ability to do this. ”

"Mr. Wen", such a concise and polite title, cut off the word blood in the old man's mouth.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, crackling sound on the edge of the umbrella, and Wen Yan's footsteps were getting faster and faster, blurring the rain flowers in the sky and the almost trembling sound behind him.

It rained outside for a whole day, and at night, the rain grew heavier, crackling against the glass windows, like a jumping, rhythmic note.

Wen Yan held a canned beer, took another big sip, shook it, and saw the bottom, so he threw it out.

She sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes staring at the beer cans that were thrown everywhere on the floor, counting them one by one, two, three, seven, eight, ten...... Twelve, no, she rubbed her eyes vigorously, fourteen.

"You can drink it again." She grunted as she snapped and opened another can.

I drank more and more beer, and my heart became more and more astringent, like a big hole that could not be filled.

She seemed to see her father's old face in a vague way, and his eyes that were already cloudy and almost invisible to the shadow of the past, why was the tall figure in her memory gone? How did he age so fast? When did he start being unable to walk? Did he visit his mother often? But after his mother's death, he didn't show up when she fell into such gossip and didn't give her a little help and warmth, why did he come out now, and naturally say that your surname is Wen, you are my Wen Shijun's daughter?

Why?

A lot of times, it's nice to be able to cry, but there are no tears. Not a single drop.

She just, gulping down and taking another sip of wine.

I couldn't count how many beer cans were rolling on the floor, but I faintly heard a knock on the door.

With some difficulty, she got up and went to open the door.

It should be Yin Zhan, Wen Yan thought like this, just right, let him tidy up the room. By the way, count the number of sake bottles.

Perhaps stubborn by nature, she had to know how much she was drinking.

The door opened, Wen Yan smelled a moist breath, and then a cold, aggressive gaze stared straight at her.

Wen Yan supported the door with one hand and the wall with the other, trying to force herself to open her eyelids, strange, this person didn't seem to be Yin Zhan, there was no snort, and her face was not round, she just wanted to reach out to pinch his face, but she felt dizzy, and the whole person fell down with a bang.