He immediately went to Fan's house.

The last time I met Uncle Fan was in the first year of high school, after the so-called "battle of life and death" when I was young and vigorous, several children's fathers met, and Uncle Fan took Fan Zhong to apologize, because Chen An's hand was seriously injured.

Although my father met and trained his children to bloody blood, but each child was in pain, and my father probably didn't feel good, I don't know, after many years, what would it be like to see Uncle Fan again, not to mention, or meet in such a situation... Da...

He didn't know what to bring to visit the second elder, so he hesitated for a long time, but just bought some fruits and pastries, just like a son who came home from work and brought some food along the way.

As soon as he entered the house, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere came to his face, and the first thing he saw was a black and white photo of Fan Zhong, framed with black gauze around him, and the second elder of the Fan family sat silently on the sofa, Uncle Fan's face was old, and his temples were full of white hair, but he remembered that Uncle Fan was a little younger than his father.

His heart was like pressing a boulder, standing at the door, at a loss, Fan Zhong on the wall was smiling at him, and a soft call was especially in his ear, "Xiao Er, Xiao Er......"

The eyes immediately did not dare to look at those eyes anymore, and lowered their heads, cramped and uneasy.

Uncle Fan turned around, saw that it was him, and said "oh", "Yiting is here......"

"Well......" He endured the sadness in his heart and walked over, thinking that he had come to comfort the second elder, but in vain he claimed to be eloquent, but he didn't know what to say......

"Have you eaten? Stay for dinner? Uncle Fan asked.

"Okay......" he nodded, if he couldn't do anything, he couldn't say anything, it was better to accompany ......

Fan's mother had been in a daze before, and even Xiao Yiting didn't react when she came in, but when she heard the word "eat", she seemed to remember something, her eyes were still in a trance, and she said to the nanny, "Have you eaten?" Call Zhong'er and ask him if he will go home today? ”

When Xiao Yiting heard this, tears almost burst into his eyes......

He empathized with such feelings......

How many mornings, he woke up from a short sleep, and in a daze, he leaned to his side, to hug, and every time he hugged the emptiness, he suddenly realized that there was no longer that person by his side, and the emptiness and pain in his heart at that time were completely indescribable, and such torture was staged again and again every day, and every time he got up from the bed, it was like a dead and resurrected......

Fan's mother also understood instantly, and suddenly her tears flowed, and her eyes were red and swollen, which was obviously caused by tears all day long......

Xu didn't want to cry in front of outsiders, so Fan's mother immediately covered her face and went back to the room.

Uncle Fan's eyes were full of tears, and he said to him, "It's been more than a month, and she is still like this, and she hasn't been used to ......."

Xiao Yiting didn't know what to say, the scene of Fan Zhong rushing up to save him kept reproducing in his mind, and he muttered, "I'm sorry......"

Uncle Fan was stunned at first, and didn't seem to react to the excuse for this sorry, but then he was stunned, didn't speak, didn't say to blame him, and didn't say to forgive him......

This silence made him sit on pins and needles very uncomfortable, and every second that passed passed he was whipped and condemned again, and he felt that he could not breathe, especially when it was getting dark, and there was no light on in the house, and the growing darkness was like a huge hollow, swallowing him and everything here......

He couldn't sit still any longer, he couldn't wait to have dinner with them, his heart was beating wildly, he was going to flee this place, immediately! Right away!

Uncle Fan suddenly asked, "Do you know how to play chess?" ”

"......" his body froze as he was about to move, and replied mechanically, "Yes......"

"Accompany me for two sets."

"Good ......"

Under the simple dialogue, in the dim space, I don't know how many chaotic and complex emotions are hidden, restless and churning under the suppression of darkness, just a fuse, it will be on the verge of triggering......

There was a soft sound of "pop", and the snow was bright in front of him, and Uncle Fan turned on the light and took the chess.

It was placed on the coffee table, and the two did not speak, and began to go back and forth in silence.

He was distraught, he dealt with it indiscriminately, and he quickly lost the first game......

"Compared to Zhong'er, it's a lot worse...... Uncle Fan suddenly muttered in a low voice.

"......" He still didn't know how to answer, he was stunned, "oh", but he didn't know that Fan Zhong could play chess......

"Come again!" Uncle Fan reopened.

He was silent and continued to accompany Uncle Fan, who also lost badly in this game......