"Okay." He Sheng looked at Song Mingzhe, and a trace of warmth flowed in his heart, maybe his brother was like this.

Unlike anyone who is related by blood, this is a friend, this is a brother, and they will give selflessly to you.

"Where are you going to take this thing?" Song Mingzhe asked.

"Secret, just follow me." He Sheng didn't say anything more, just blindly walked forward, and he hadn't gone back to see Tangtang for a long time.

It's getting colder and colder, and the wind is getting stronger, and every time it blows, it seems to bring some chill.

Song Mingzhe felt a little cold in such thick clothes, let alone He Sheng, he hurriedly came out of the room, just wearing a thin sweatshirt.

Song Mingzhe shrank his neck from the cold, he rubbed his hands together, and took a breath of hot air in his palm, trying to warm himself up.

"Haven't you arrived yet? How long have we all been gone? Song Mingzhe looked at He Sheng in front of him and asked, as if the road was incomplete.

When He Sheng took Gu Beilai to walk this road that year, there were still yellow rape flowers and leaves everywhere in the mountains, and now those rape flowers are all yellow.

The sky is also gray now, and there is no longer the sun shining back then, and He Sheng's state of mind has also changed to a certain extent.

Originally, I cherished this happiness, but later I found that I may not be qualified to have this happiness.

"Not yet, there's still a long way to go." He Sheng said, taking a breath of white air, and the white gas disappeared into the gray sky, blending with the color of the sky.

In the silence of the wilderness, there was an old man burning something, and the smell of tobacco wafted in, making the already silent wilderness even more barren.

He Sheng didn't know why there were such big changes in winter and summer, but looking at such a hazy weather, his heart also turned gray.

Among the barren colors, only the yellow of the ginkgo tree still had a little color, and the conspicuous yellow was the most cheerful and brightest of all the colors.

Just like Tangtang, even if he suffers from heart disease, even if he is abandoned by everyone, he still faces life positively and optimistically, and decorates the world with that bright yellow.

"Where is this? How did you come to such a remote place? ”

Song Mingzhe didn't expect to walk so far, he had been playing on the basketball court for a long time, and after walking so much, his legs were numb now.

"It's just ruins, I think it's a good place to bury something."

He Sheng lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled, covering the thoughts in his original eyes, yes, very important things are buried here.

I vaguely remember that He Sheng was lonely and wanted to die in the past, and he didn't want to set up a gang in the orphanage or whatever, and he was alone from beginning to end.

Maybe if it weren't for the sugar candy, it might have continued like this, or it might have been depressed for the rest of my life.

I have no friends and no relatives, so I have been alone......

The orphanage is still the same as before, except for He Sheng, no one will come here, it is too remote, and only He Sheng still remembers this place.

It's like He Sheng's secret garden, and he often visits it when he has time. Sit under the ginkgo tree and flip through a book.

But since he was in high school, He Sheng has rarely come to this place, and his leisure time is getting less and less......

"I'm so annoyed, hurry up and dig a pit, bury this thing, let's go quickly."

Song Mingzhe felt that the wind was really cold now and could pass through his bone marrow, so he urged He Sheng to say.

"Hmm." He Sheng looked at Song Mingzhe's trembling appearance, thinking that it was better to go back earlier, he originally said that he was going to pick a small wildflower on the side of the road and put it next to the ginkgo tree, but now it seems that there is no chance.

I'll come and see you next time, Sugar Candy.

He Sheng was facing the ginkgo tree, and the wind rustled the leaves, some of the leaves had fallen off, and some of the yellow leaves had fallen on the gray earth.

But so, this ginkgo tree is still beautiful, it is very quiet, very quiet, staying next to this tree, He Sheng felt that his heart was also quiet.

The originally noisy heart was no longer restless, as if all the troubles had been taken away with the biting cold wind.

He Sheng exhaled a big breath, looking at his results, he had buried them well.

I saw that there was a small pit in the originally dry yellow earth, which was firmly opened on the ground, and connected with the color of the earth, and it did not look abrupt.

"Alright, let's go." He Sheng didn't want to cover up this small dirt slope too much, so that there would be a momentum of three hundred taels of silver here, but it would be conspicuous.

He Sheng just turned his head and walked a distance, and Song Mingzhe also followed quickly, and suddenly a black shadow appeared in the already colorless countryside.

A rich man's voice came, it was He Sheng's familiar voice, even if he had only heard it once or twice, he still remembered it firmly in his heart.

"Good son, where are you going?" He Punan squinted his eyes slightly and looked at He Shen in front of him, he didn't expect to meet He Sheng here in such a hurry.

He Punan wore a black trench coat, standing particularly conspicuous in this withered yellow wheat flower field, coupled with his terrifying aura, he could be seen by others at a glance.

He Sheng stared at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, and his shoulders that had been relaxed suddenly tightened again, the person he talked about earlier was his father, but how did he feel uncomfortable staying next to this person.

Song Mingzhe was also frightened by He Punan, who had just appeared on the stage, he glanced at the man up and down, thinking in his heart that it should be the father He Sheng said was right.

My appearance is too similar, so Song Mingzhe has to think about it, especially the eyebrows and eyes seem to be the same person.

If it weren't for the fact that the aura of the two was really not similar, Song Mingzhe really couldn't tell the difference between the two.

If He Sheng's aura is not approachable, like a fledgling wild leopard, then He He Punan is like a poisonous snake spitting letters.

He Punan is dangerous, the subconscious of people is like this, and it is not easy for people to prevent it in time, when you find out, you are already lying in a pool of blood, and there are two more holes in your neck.

"Damn, He Sheng, this is your father, he looks so fucking handsome." Song Mingzhe looked at the two people who were looking at each other, and as soon as he spoke, he broke the originally somewhat serious atmosphere.

He Sheng was staring at He Punan in front of him with two eyes, but when Song Mingzhe said this, his originally vigilant heart was shaken.