The people in the courtyard seemed to hear the movement outside the courtyard, Ma Qiushan and Nana soon appeared at the door, and when they saw that it was Xu Hongdou holding Yang Jiao and crying bitterly, they all retreated lightly.

And Yang Jiao caressed Xu Hongdou's back as a comfort, and didn't say anything.

After a while, Xu Hongdou let go of Yang Jiao's arm with a click.

Yang Jiao lowered his head and gently wiped Xu Hongdou's tears with his sleeve, and said:

"I understand your current mood, that is, you have one foot in the air, fear, anxiety, fear, and that kind of uncertainty about the future, insecurity, all come flooding in, like being in the desert, at a glance, there is nothing, and you don't know where to go."

"You know?" Xu Hongdou's knuckles twitched suddenly, and his heart palpitated.

"You should know that the reason why I went back to live in the old house in Linzi is because when I was a senior, my parents died suddenly, but you don't know that one of them died of illness, and the other died of heart, leaving me alone."

Yang Jiao sighed lightly:

"So, I came to Linzi at that time, and then I met your parents, and I felt that they were very similar to my parents, how to say, that is, they have a warm smell, which makes people feel very relieved."

His eyes were long, and he smiled faintly:

"Hehe, the days are dull and fragmented, the time is gentle and slow, the family sits around and eats, raises a glass to drink, chatters and homely things, only after the loss, do you understand how precious it is to have it."

"I thought you didn't understand this feeling in my heart, but I didn't expect you to feel more deeply than me." Xu Hongdou sorted out his emotions a little and said softly:

"Go to my room, I want to show you something."

She was the first to walk into the courtyard, Yang Jiao followed, and as soon as she walked into the courtyard, she found that Ma Qiushan and Nana had already returned to their rooms.

As soon as Xu Hongdou walked into his room, he went straight to a small blackboard hanging in the room, and by the way, he also instructed Yang Jiao:

"Close the door and don't let mosquitoes in."

Immediately, the two sat on the sofa with the small blackboard in front of them, and saw that the small blackboard was covered with various photos.

"I want to share with you a story about the love of my life."

Yang Jiao looked at the photos posted on the small blackboard, and found that there were many photos of himself, each photo also had its own evaluation, one of which said that in addition to being good-looking, it was useless, and it was a few words of excellent cooking.

"This picture was written at the beginning." Xu Hongdou followed Yang Jiao's gaze, first explained, then got up and took out a few black and white photos, and then sat back beside him:

"I made this little blackboard just to show her, she is Chen Nanxing, the love of my life, my best friend, and always will be."

Xu Hongdou stared at the photo in his hand, tears flashing in his eyes:

"I also passed away due to illness, so I can understand what you just said."

"The peers around me, the people who have been moving forward all the way, suddenly encounter a great misfortune, and my heart can't help but tremble."

She looked a little stunned:

"It's like being stuck in a nightmare, like stepping on a high step, like an airplane disappearing from radar, like a desert without its way, like a polar bear sitting on melting ice that can't find land."

When Xu Hongdou said this, he forced a few laughs:

"My insecurities and fears, as well as my doubts about life, are still a little different from you."

"What am I, I'm the best friend, her departure has not changed anything in my life, I still go to work, get off work, go shopping, watch movies, only when a person is particularly sad, I will think of her."

"The loss of her parents is the loss of everything, and I don't think I have the qualifications to grieve for so long because of the loss of her."

"Grief for relatives and friends, how can there be any disqualifications to say, don't think too much about internal friction, this will only be difficult for yourself." Yang Jiao's tone was soft.

"Maybe it's because I can't help it, Nannan said before that she wants to come to Dali with me to play." Two lines of tears slipped off Xu Hongdou's face:

"At that time, I. . . I don't want to delay my work, I want to be promoted, now that I'm here, you see, she can't come again. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but lean over and cover his face and cry.

"Red Bean, you have to believe that after everyone dies, they will become stars in the sky looking at us, and they all hope that we will be well, happy, and live well." Yang Jiao patted Xu Hongdou's back and comforted him warmly.

"You also believe this, when I was a child at my grandmother's house for the summer vacation, she often told me stories, telling me the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and also said that whenever a person dies, there will be one more star in the sky." Xu Hongdou sat up straight, his expression a little gloomy:

"So, I always think like this, I always persuade myself like this, but I really have too many regrets, reluctance, guilt, and I can't let go."

"Actually, I obviously have a lot of time, but we didn't go out on a trip, and she must have been unwell for a long time, but I usually didn't care about her well."

"Even when she was dying, she was not by her side, let her go alone, every time I was with the people in the small courtyard, when I had a special time, I would be sad in the next second, I thought it would be good if you could know her too."

"You're going to like her very much, because she's a really nice girl."

After Xu Hongdou finished speaking, he was already in tears.

"Then you can tell me now what kind of person she is." Yang Jiao said softly while wiping the tears on Xu Hongdou's face.

"She is a very pure, very sunny person, every time she appears, no matter what the weather, sunny, heavy rain, heavy snow, hail, wind, I think it is good weather."

"Hearing you say that, I think of such a pistachio-like girl in my mind." Yang Jiao's eyes are as deep and mysterious as the night sky, so deep, so gentle, and so sultry.

"Red Bean, the end of death is not death, but forgetting, just like even if Chen Nanxing is gone, but when you think of her, you will be sad, but when you mention her, you will be very happy, this is because you have never forgotten, so it has always existed."

"When everybody is silent about her, then that's true death, or rather, all strangers in the world, in fact, say to me, existence is the same, no difference between living and dying."

"It's because when you look at me, talk about me with people, and recall me repeatedly, I'm by your side, just like Chen Nanxing is by your side."

At this moment, the eyes of the two were intertwined, and each reflected the other's figure in his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but the two of them suddenly came back to their senses.

"Okay, I, who is good for nothing except good-looking, is going back to sleep, you should go to bed early, and when you wake up tomorrow, it will be another day full of vitality." Yang Jiao got up and said.

"Okay." Xu Hongdou nodded.

(End of chapter)