In the end, Wen Jiming still couldn't leave with Long Hao and them.

He was dragged back by his own parents who had been notified by Old Man Long.

Before leaving, he was still waving at Long Hao, saying that when Long Hao came back to play at his house, he had saved half a room of toys there.

Long Hao didn't answer, just looked at him quietly.

"Reluctantly, Xiaohao?" Old Man Long looked at his grandson.

Long Hao nodded, and shook his head again: "He has a lot of friends." ”

So, even if he doesn't come back, he won't be sad.

At this time, Long Hao didn't know what kind of decision the old man in front of him had made in his heart when he looked at him.

*

For Long Hao, this year is a year that will never be forgotten.

And Wen Jiming also waited for his Ah Hao's younger brother.

Long Hao came back with ...... Old Man Long's ashes.

He was very silent, quietly bringing home the ashes of the only loved one in the world.

There are many, many people from the Long family, and Wen Jiming has never seen so many people from the Long family.

They held a grand funeral for Old Man Long.

The two families had a close relationship, and Wen Jiming also attended the funeral.

He stood in the crowd, looking at the young man standing at the front of the crowd, solemnly dressed in black, with a snow-white chin clenched, stretched into a cold arc.

During that time, I heard that the Long family was very chaotic, many people came and went, Wen Jiming heard from adults, and many people proposed to raise Long Hao to adulthood, but they were all rejected.

He lived alone in the compound.

Those people saw that Long Hao still refused to let go, so they didn't come.

Silence returned to the compound.

Long Hao didn't go to school and stayed at home all day.

Wen Jiming would go to see him every day after school.

Mother Wen pulled him a few times, she seemed to be a little taboo about Long Hao, but if Wen Jiming could be obedient, he wouldn't be called Wen Jiming.

The son couldn't control it, and Long Hao next door was really pitiful, and Mother Wen simply didn't care.

Long Hao refused to be visited by those with ulterior motives, and Wen Jiming didn't show resistance when he went to see him—although, it was hard to see any joy on his face.

In that half a year, Wen Jiming spent almost all his attention on Long Hao.

For no other reason, Long Hao looked too bad.

Just a month after Old Man Long's funeral, there was hardly a trace of blood on his whole face, snow-white, thin and haggard.

Every time Wen Jiming looked at him in horror, he always felt that if he was outside, the wind was stronger, and this Ah Hao's younger brother would be blown away.

At the beginning, there was an aunt in the Long family who took care of Long Hao's food, clothing, housing and transportation, but the aunt probably thought that Long Hao's appearance was too scary, and she left in fear after working for a month.

Wen Jiming began to squeeze his mother and asked if he could let Long Hao come to his house for dinner.

His mother sighed and looked at this stupid son: "You are kind, you first ask if Long Hao is willing to come?" ”

Yes!

He just thought of getting rid of his mother, but he hadn't asked Ah Hao's younger brother's opinion!

Wen Jiming ran to ask Long Hao again, and the other party shook his head: "No." ”

"Why!" Wen Jiming was anxious, "Then you are at home, who will cook for you?" ”

Long Hao looked at him anxiously, as if he thought it was funny, and smiled slightly: "You don't have to worry, I can do it myself...... I can't die. ”

The last sentence was put very lightly, and Wen Jiming didn't hear it clearly.

Naturally, I didn't hear the pain and helplessness in those words.

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