Even if I still had something to say, I was blocked by the indifferent aura that Feng Xue deliberately exuded. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 I sighed to myself, looked at her side face and said, "Let's wait until the funeral is over before leaving."

Feng Xue didn't reply, thinking that she agreed, and I didn't talk to her again.

It's still true to say that I'm a straight man sometimes with cancer. I'm that kind of person, unless I'm joking, I'm not used to asking questions about things that the other person doesn't want to answer.

So when I saw that Feng Xue didn't want to talk to me anymore, I didn't talk to her again. Because I think she should need a space of her own to think about problems at this point. Joked, it is said that women's minds are the most difficult to understand, and it seems that this space may need to be given a little more.

In the evening, return home. We were doing things like we were nothing.

During the meal, I felt that my mother seemed a little sad, and I guess my father told her about me. I didn't know how to talk to her for a while, so I had to keep silent, and an unusually silent meal came to an end.

After the child fell asleep, I walked to the courtyard alone.

Sitting on the stone bench, the cold seat was soon covered by my body heat. I lit a cigarette in my hand and took a deep breath, the smoke looped around my lungs and eventually popped out of my mouth, nicotine stimulating my brain, and the slightly dizzy feeling was exactly what I needed right now.

Looking into the invisible distance, my eyes were a little hazy, and my eyes were like muddy water at this time, and the scenery did not imprint any color in my eyes. The inky eyes are gradually deepening like this night. Although my body is here, my consciousness has long since lost its mind.

As I was wandering, a cold breath poured into the back of my neck, immediately pulling my consciousness back.

I looked at the culprit and saw my father smile and remove his hand from my neck and sit next to me with his shoulder around my shoulder.

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?" I said with a little disgust.

"I also want to ask you, what are you doing in the middle of the night, sitting motionless, are you going to pretend to be a ghost or are you going to hit a ghost?" Father said jokingly.

"I'm a ghost, of course I'm waiting for someone to hit the ghost." I said in a slightly self-deprecating tone.

My father was silent for a moment, then suddenly put his arm around my neck and said, "It's okay, even if you become a ghost, I am also your father, I have a son who is a ghost, how proud I am."

I knew that my father was comforting me, and although I had already accepted this fact, my heart was still a little sour when my father said this.

I forced a smile and quipped: "The son you have raised for so long is just giving it away, you really want to open it, Dad."

"It's not that I can't see it, there's something I can't let go, aren't you still by my side now." My father smiled at me and said, his gaze as inclusive and attentive as ever.

"That's right." As I spoke, my father and I leaned back on the back of the stone chair.

The sky was glowing with stars, and the night here was always brighter than in the city, as if the sky was also attracted by the fresh air of the town, and it was deliberately leaned to smell the fragrance of the city.

Under the night, the insects at the end of summer are still making their last breath, and the ripe flowers and plants sit quietly under the night, listening carefully to this sad chorus. They are saying their final goodbyes, and even if the coming year is still a stormy and snowy night, they will no longer see the old people.

Inexplicably sentimental, I didn't pay attention to the thoughts in my mouth at this time: "If I am still in the coming year, I don't know if I can still have a past figure?"

As if he understood what I said, my father said, "As long as you are still you, you don't have to worry about change, maybe it will change for the good."

I was stunned for a moment, looked at my father for a while, and then said with relief: "Yes, just like the lyrics say: I am me, fireworks of different colors."

The night can always make people sentimental, and it is easy for people to recover from sentimentality, emotional ups and downs, and sometimes it only takes a word of explanation to suddenly open up.

Just like me now, I don't have any negative emotions all of a sudden, I'm still me, that stinky boy with no heart and lungs, so much sentimentality is not my style.

I got up with a smile and said to my father, "Dad, you still know me, and you will solve my troubles at once."

"I'm your dad." Father said with a smug smile.

"Yo, I'm still proud." I raised my eyebrows and said, and my father directly explained his sorrow with his expression.

"Okay, it's not too early, you go and rest." I said to my father.

"It's the same with you, you haven't slept well lately, go back at night and make up for it." Father stood up as he spoke.

"Let's do this later." As I spoke, I put my hand in my coat pocket with my palm facing inward.

"Why?" My father looked at me puzzled.

"Because I'm going to solve a big life event." With that, I clutched my stomach and ran in the direction of the toilet, followed by my father's age-inappropriate laughter.

After solving the "big" things in my life, I went straight back to the room, which was still clean and tidy, without any human figure. For a moment I was a little lost, but I immediately reacted, what was lost, isn't this a normal situation? The child will be taken care of by Feng Xue tonight, so he will naturally live in Feng Xue's room.

Thinking so, I fell down to the bed and buried myself in the soft quilt.

When I crawled to the head of the bed and turned off the light, I hastily wrapped the quilt and my joints began to pantothenic. Therefore, when a person is all relaxed, sleepiness often follows. Just like at this point, I don't even want to move a finger anymore.

As I said, there is always some unusual sense of security at home, and even if you sometimes refuse to admit it, your body can't help but miss this familiar breath.

The first half of the night passed as I became sleepy, but when it was almost the second half of the night, for some reason, the more I slept, the more awake I became, and my consciousness seemed to be pulled back little by little by something.

I couldn't sleep anymore, so I was sure that I was awake. I opened my right eye slightly and glanced at the window, making sure that it was still dark outside, and I didn't want to get up, so I thought, just close my eyes and recuperate, maybe I can sleep again.

I thought about it, tightened the quilt on my body, changed to a comfortable position and continued to rest.

But the more you rest, the colder it gets, what's going on, obviously I've already wrapped myself in zongzi, is the quilt cold?! I made an unrealistic joke about the quilt, but I still didn't plan to get up.

After about two minutes, I was about to fall asleep again when a dryness in my throat pushed my sleepiness back.