Before dawn, the vehicles gathered in front of the building had already been discharged nearly a kilometer away, and there were still people rushing here one after another.

Cangyu's status and I can't even stand in a corner, and we can only look at Dongyang's back from afar. There were two other people standing in front of him, a man and a woman, and it was difficult for me to see their faces because of the distance.

In the lobby of more than 1,000 square meters, there are more than 100 relatives wearing linen and filial piety, and there are countless people wearing black clothes like this.

Under the shout of Zhike, all the filial piety wearers knelt on the ground, but I was not qualified to do so, silently bowed my head, a trace of sadness in my heart.

After a series of processes, everyone rushed back to their cars to go to the funeral home.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but the sky, which was only a few clouds just now, started to rain lightly as we hit the road. The already gloomy mood became more melancholy as the air pressure decreased.

By the time Cangyu and I were able to enter the mourning hall to pay respects to the remains, there were basically no one left, and there were still a few major relatives guarding the coffin. From a distance, I saw Dongyang kneeling beside him with a calm face, and several monks in yellow robes standing behind him reciting scriptures.

I followed behind Cangyu and lit a pillar of incense to the spiritual position, and he bowed deeply three times before walking back. In addition to the incense, I knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. In any case, I should be grateful for the old man in the portrait, after all, I have the same blood in my body as him.

Everyone present was surprised, no one understood why I did this, if Dongyang hadn't lost his memory. Maybe I can still have the opportunity to wear linen and filial piety for my grandfather

Quietly stood up and walked to the coffin, and gently placed the flowers in his hand on the body, his face was much paler than when I saw him yesterday. It has completely lost its breath of life, and now it is nothing more than a shell.

Where did his soul go? Will he ever be reincarnated?

Dongyang didn't know when he stood behind me, and his voice was low: "What are you doing here?" ”

"I" he doesn't remember, but I can't find a better reason to explain my actions.

"I'm just asking why you're here?! What are you doing in the hospital? What the hell do you have to do with our family!! "I was overwhelmed by his sudden roar, it turned out that his presence had caused him such a big problem.

"Xiaoyang! What are you doing? A middle-aged man grabbed Dongyang's arm: "What kind of occasion is this, and what is there to wait for your grandfather to be buried." ”

He looked back at the man: "Dad-Zhang Yao is one of my classmates, I don't understand why he came?" ”

Hearing him say that, I was stunned. If you look at the man carefully, there are many similarities with Dongyang's appearance. The skin is slightly brown, and under the rich eyebrows are a pair of bright eyes. Although his temples are a little white, his waist is still straight, and his burlap clothes can hardly hide his temperament.

"Since it's a classmate, there's nothing wrong with coming to your grandfather's funeral." The man looked at me and paused for a moment: "Did we meet this classmate somewhere?" ”

I didn't answer, shook my head and prepared to leave. I'm very satisfied to see each other.

"Wait a minute!" A woman's voice sounded behind me. Turn around slowly. In front of me stood a woman who was only up to my shoulder, she didn't wear much makeup, but she was also beautiful without makeup, her complexion was fair, and a little trace of time could be faintly seen next to her big eyes.

As we looked at each other, I found my own shadow in her. Dongyang's diary once wrote, my eyes are very similar to my mother, it seems that he is right.

"Hello. I'm Xu Dongyang's mother, since you're his classmate, can you wait here a little longer? We want to ask you something. She spoke in a soft tone. It's pretty much what I imagined.

There's no reason to refuse, because I want to be by her side, even if it's just for a minute longer.

I asked Cangyu to go back first, and I waited alone for them to finish the funeral.

Dongyang's father drove the car, his mother sat in the passenger seat, and Dongyang and I sat in the back seat together. If nothing happens, I don't know if this is how our family should be right now. I really want to keep this moment, even if it's just a picture.

The car drove until it stopped at a small three-story villa, with a coffee-colored façade, a reddish-brown gate, and an oversized platform on the second floor, which would feel very warm if bonsai could be placed on it.

I followed them into the house, which seemed to have been recently regulated, and there were many places covered with white cloths.

I casually asked, "Has this house been uninhabited for a long time?" Dongyang's father let me sit down on the sofa, and said a little tiredly: "Yes~ Xiaoyang's mother and I have always lived abroad, and we haven't been to this house for more than ten years." Although there is usually cleaning, but no one lives in it, so I am less angry. ”

Dongyang's mother went into the back room, took a few glasses of water, and sat with us. I had a stomach full of things to say, but I found that I couldn't say a single word.

Dongyang sat on the sofa with a somewhat painful expression, and kept pinching his eyebrows with his hands. Mom sat next to him and helped him rub his head: "Classmate, we came to you today to ask, is there something wrong with Xiaoyang at the university?" In the past few days since we came back, he always said that he had a terrible headache, but there was nothing wrong with going to the hospital for a check-up. ”

"Uh," I pondered, how to explain it.

"Mom! Didn't I tell you, I let the car crash a while ago, and then there was this sequelae, you asked him if it was a fart? Dongyang shook off his mother's hand and complained.

"Xiaoyang! How can you talk like that?! Dad stood up angrily.

"Husband, I'll send him upstairs to rest first, you and your classmates have a good chat." Mom helped Dongyang to go upstairs.

Looking at their backs, Dad shook his head helplessly: "Xiaoyang, this child was not like this before, I don't know why?" Although we rarely see each other a few times a year, his personality, character, and attitude towards people have completely changed, and her mother and I are very worried. ”

I fell into a deep sense of guilt because I had caused all of this, and what could I do to make up for the mistakes I made? I haven't given them back a former Xu Dongyang.

"He's lost some of his memories, and I think that's what contributed to his personality change."

"What memory?" Dad looked at me in amazement.

Don't know what to tell them? I hesitated, but after thinking about it, I decided to tell him, "It's about his brother's memory." ”

"Xiao Xu? How could he forget? Isn't he reluctant to follow us to live abroad for so long just to find Xiao Xu? He seemed to suddenly understand something, and frowned: "Those people must have done it!" I understood that it was not enough for them to take away one of my sons, they wanted to take away another! ”

Got what? He must have misunderstood. (To be continued.) )