When Zao was eighteen years old, his mother died.

After bringing him to City C, his mother has been depressed, but he never thought that his mother would be ill and leave this world alone.

At that time, he was living on campus and was in his third year of high school, and after receiving a notification call from the hospital, he felt that the sky had fallen.

He didn't know how he got to the hospital, only that his brain went blank when he heard about his mother's death on the other end of the phone.

In the hospital, he hugged his mother's cold body, and he wanted to cry loudly, but there was not a single tear.

He just felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

He called his father's phone number in his phone's address book over and over again, but no one answered.

Bai Weiyu looked at Zhao Wuya, who was squatting in the corner of the wall, mechanically dialing the phone over and over again, and didn't dare to interrupt him.

Bai Weiyu called her parents, but her father was participating in an art exhibition abroad, while her mother was performing outside the province, and she would not be able to come back until half a month at the earliest.

In the end, Zhao Wuya finally gave up calling his father and called his aunt to inform him.

Zhao Wuya's mother's family arrived to deal with his mother's funeral.

After a three-day memorial service at the funeral home, at five o'clock in the morning, the honor guard of the funeral home carried the body of Zhao Wuya's mother to the crematorium.

In the past few days, Bai Weiyu has asked for leave from the school to accompany Zhao Wuya.

The busiest part of the day is in the morning, when several bodies are already waiting to be cremated.

Some of the relatives who came to see them off were silent, some were weeping silently, and some were kneeling on the ground and weeping so much that they were about to faint.

Bai Weiyu glanced at Zhao Wuya worriedly, without any expression on his face.

From the time he received the call of his mother's death, to the time he watched his mother's body being pushed into the crematorium, he did not shed a single tear.

It's just that he has a pair of blue eyes, he hasn't slept much in the past few days, and his relatives don't say a word no matter how they persuade him.

Such a person is more worrying than those who cry bitterly.

After the ashes are taken, they are sent to the cemetery.

After everything was over, Zhao Wuya's aunt saw that he still didn't speak, so she asked Bai Weiyu to send him back. She hurried back to work.

Bai Weiyu brought the silent Zhao Wuya back to Zhao Wuya's home.

After entering the house, Zhao Wuya slowly walked through every corner of the entire room.

He had to accept that from now on, no one would call him to eat, no one would tell him to stop playing and go to bed early, no one would ask him if he was tired from studying at school this week, no one would ......

It turns out that the word "things are not people" is so cruel, so ruthless, and so heart-wrenching.

When holding his mother's cold body in the hospital, Zhao Wuya didn't cry, watching his mother's body being pushed into the crematorium, and what came out was a pile of ashes, Zhao Wuya didn't cry, watching the urn being buried in the cemetery, Zhao Wuya didn't cry.

But at this time, looking at the empty house, there was no longer the breath of his mother, no longer the figure of his mother, and no longer the call of his mother, Zhao Wuya cried.

He couldn't stop crying, but he tilted his head back, stubbornly not wanting to let the tears fall.

"It's okay, just cry."

Bai Weiyu hugged Zhao Wuya and comforted him softly.

Zhao Wuya, who could obviously hold back and not cry, couldn't hold back anymore at this time in Bai Weiyu's comfort.

Zhao Wuya burst into tears.

Half a month after Zhao Wuya's mother passed away, his father and Li Na's mother took Li Na to City C, and they wanted to take Zhao Wuya, who was helpless in City C, back.

But was rejected by Zao Wouya, when his mother's cold body was lying in the hospital, he called his father over and over again, he was so helpless at that time, but what about him? I didn't even answer the phone.

Now, he pretended to come and take him back.

If a person, when he needs it most, waits for disappointment, then it will be useless to say or do anything later.

Li Na's mother also wiped her tears and explained to him that her half-brother, who was only five years old, was hospitalized with leukemia and could not be retained. Because of this, his father did not receive a phone call, and the family was unable to come to mourn his mother's death.

However, what does this have to do with Zhao Wuya.

Watching Li Na's mother cry in front of him, Zhao Wuya only felt funny. No matter what they say, he is determined not to go back with them.

Of course, Zao Wou-Ya couldn't forgive them.

He even wondered if his father had not just lost his young son, would he still be willing to come and take him back?

However, no matter what this answer was, it was no longer important to Zao Wouya.

Because in any case, when he watched his mother be buried, the only remaining feelings he had for his father were also buried.

Later, Bai Weiyu was admitted to the C Drama Academy, while Zhao Wuya struggled in the e-sports circle, and finally was favored by IC when he was 21 years old and joined the IC team.

On the roof of the building, with the wind blowing on a summer night, Zhao Wuya and Bai Weiyu didn't say anything, just stood silently.

Zhao Wuya once thought that he had nothing to do with that family anymore, and for so many years, he never went back to take a look, nor did he have any contact with them.

He thought that these past events had already been sealed in the dust, and there would never be a day when they would be opened again.

Unexpectedly, Li Na's sudden arrival broke the original tranquility.

His deeply hidden wounds were suddenly exposed.

He didn't want to say anything, he didn't want to think about anything.

For so many years, Bai Weiyu knew Zhao Wuya, so he didn't ask him what he thought or what he planned.

Nor did he speak of comfort, for all language was pale.

There is no empathy in this world at all, things have not happened to you, no matter how smart and understanding you are, you can't fully understand the feelings of the person concerned.

He just wanted to stand quietly by Zhao Wuya's side and let him know that he was still the same as before, and he would support him in whatever decision he made.

I don't know how long I stood silently like this, Bai Weiyu suddenly heard Zhao Wuya say "thank you" softly.

Zhao Wuya thanked him for not asking anything, for his silent comfort, and for all these years, he has been there.

Then, Bai Weiyu heard Zhao Wuya's hurried footsteps downstairs.

Bai Weiyu knew that Zhao Wuya was a strong person, and no matter what kind of difficulties he faced, he would not be easily defeated.

After a while, Zhao Wuya's hurried footsteps went upstairs again, and this time, he turned on the light on the roof.

Bai Weiyu saw that the haze on Zhao Wuya's face had been swept away, and he had regained his former look.

He took a broom and a garbage shovel to sweep away the messy cigarette butts on the floor and emptied them into the trash can.

It was as if all the unpleasantness of tonight was also poured into the trash can like this cigarette butt.