Shen Jianian lowered his head, looked at the steps under his feet, stepped on it step by step, registered the visitor information at the doorman, and entered the cemetery.

Rows of low green pines are neatly trimmed, and the tombstones are hidden in the shadows of the trees, and the surrounding shade is cool, the wind blows, and the leaves rustle and rustle, empty and bleak.

Shen Jianian found the two adjacent tombstones, slowly squatted down, placed the two bouquets of flowers in front of the tomb, and picked up a few dead leaves that fell on them.

"Dad, Mom, it's my daughter who is not good, so I came to see you so late."

The raindrops fell on the umbrella like a cry, almost overshadowing Shen Jianian's voice.

The weather was bad, and she was the only one in the entire cemetery.

Shen Jianian stroked the black and white photo on the tombstone with his hand, the rain drenched his fingers, and it was cold: "I always fantasized before, it's good that all this is a dream, you are still there when you wake up from the dream, I will snuggle in your arms and tell interesting things that happened in school." Gradually, I stopped having illusions, learned to face reality, and pushed forward. Sometimes I am confused, and I don't know if I should continue to adhere to the path of revenge. ”

Unconsciously, tears wet her eyelashes, Shen Jianian's lips trembled slightly, and her voice choked: "Ah Che is dead, I'm so sad, such a result is not what I want, I may have done something wrong." ”

She ignored the rain on the ground, knelt on one knee, just to lean on the tombstone, like when she was a child, she would always hide in her mother's arms to seek comfort when she encountered something that could not be solved: "Mom, can you tell me what I should do to be right, I am really tired, I miss you." ”

Shen Jianian shrunk into a small group, so small and helpless in the stormy world.

Time passed, her body was a little stiff, she slowly raised her head, tears dried up, and the corners of her eyes were a little sour.

She raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face with her sleeve, and accidentally rubbed against the red and swollen area, and there was a tingling pain. She tried to pull the corners of her lips to squeeze out a smile: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said this to make you worry about me." In the days you left, I also had some other gains, you know that I have admired Yan Qiusheng since I was a child, he is now my master, I have practiced the piano well, and I will not live up to your expectations. And ......"

Thinking of the man, she paused in her voice, not knowing how to mention it to her parents.

"His name is Fu Jichen, and he is very good to me." Shen Jianian thought about it for a long time, and there was only one sentence.

She stood up on her knees, quietly looked at the photos on the tombstone for a while, took a deep breath, and said goodbye to them: "Dad, Mom, my daughter will come to see you next time." ”

Shen Jiannian's hand holding the handle of the umbrella tightened, and he left along the way he came, without looking back.

Walking down dozens of steps, Shen Jianian came to the car, put away the umbrella, opened the back door and sat in.

Qu Mo dissipated the smell of smoke from the car before she returned, confirmed in the rearview mirror that she was seated, started the engine, and drove back to the wide road.

Even if it's raining, it's livelier outside than the area around the cemetery.

Shen Jiannian closed his eyes and rested for a while, and then opened his eyes, and the Yunding Palace had arrived.

I don't know when the rain stopped, Shen Jianian looked at the time when he got out of the car, and it was already past twelve o'clock.

I drank a bowl of porridge in the morning, and I didn't feel hungry at the moment, she touched the left cheek where she was beaten, she didn't look in the mirror, I don't know if it was serious, she didn't feel any pain anymore, but she had a fever.

Cheng Jin heard the sound of the car turning off, opened the door, and at first glance looked at Shen Jianian's face, and was at a loss: "This, how did you get this face?" ”

Shen Jianian didn't want to say much, so he pulled his lips slightly: "It's okay, just smear some medicine." ”

"There should be ointment to reduce swelling and stasis at home, I'll look for it."

Cheng Jin bent down and took out his slippers and put them at her feet, went to the drawer under the chest of drawers, and didn't find the medicine box, only to remember that Jia Nian's hand was scratched last time, and the medicine box was taken to the third floor by Mr. and never put back in place.

"Aunt Cheng, don't be busy yet." Shen Jianian's eyes blinked slowly, revealing a slightly tired look, and even his voice was empty, "The medicine box is in Fu Jichen's bedroom, I'll wipe it myself after taking a shower later." ”

Cheng Jin looked at her flushed face: "I'll go to see the chef cook a meal, you eat and then go up." ”

"Eat." Shen Jianian said, "I don't have much appetite. ”

Cheng Jin wanted to say how could he do it without eating, but looking at her like this, it was not reluctant: "Then you go to rest first, and then call me when you are hungry." ”

Shen Jianian hummed softly and walked up the stairs with his slippers.

Cheng Jin looked at her thin back, and couldn't help but show a worried look, just about to go to the kitchen, he suddenly heard a muffled sound of "bang", and looked back to see that Shen Jianian rolled down the stairs.

*

Shen Jiannian woke up in the hospital room, the sky outside the window was completely dark, as if it was starting to rain again, and she heard a murmuring movement.

Slowly turning his head, under the bright light, Fu Jichen sat on the chair next to the bed, his arms wrapped around his chest, his long legs spread casually, and he dozed off with his head lowered.

A few strands of meticulously groomed hair fell out of his forehead, and from her point of view, his face was hard and his eye sockets were deep, and after a busy day, a faint layer of cyan stubble appeared on his chin.

Although it is an extremely young face, it is still very different from boys in their early twenties, less immature and young, and more mature and introverted charm.

He was probably tired and could fall asleep in this position.

Shen Jianian was thirsty, saw the kettle on the bedside table, and turned sideways slightly, Fu Jichen woke up, squinting sleepy: "What do you want?" ”

His voice was a little hoarse, and when he asked, the person had already stood up, walked around to the other side of the hospital bed, and saw her eyes glancing at the kettle: "Want to drink water?" ”

Shen Jianian retreated and half-leaned on the head of the bed, looked at his face, and nodded.

Fu Jichen took out a glass, went to the bathroom and washed it with cold water, and after coming out, he scalded it again with boiling water, then poured in most of the cup of boiling water, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, mixed it with a little cold water, the temperature was just right, and he picked it up and handed it to her lips.

He did these trivial things, patiently and meticulously, and he couldn't see the pampered frame at all.

"I'll do it myself." Shen Jianian was a little uncomfortable, holding the cup in both hands and drinking a glass of water.

Fu Jichen asked, "Do you still want it?" ”

Shen Jianian shook his head and put the cup back.

Fu Jichen poured herself half a glass of water from the cup she used, drank two sips, sat down on the edge of the bed, and held one of her hands: "Why did you fall down the stairs?" ”

Shen Jianian touched his knee through the quilt, there was some pain there, it should have been bandaged.

"Fortunately, I just broke my knee, and if I hit my head, I wouldn't wake up so quickly." That being said, Fu Jichen was actually very scared in his heart, "I don't need to use the elevator at home, I have to climb the stairs, what do I think in my head?" ”

Shen Jianian lowered his head when he was said.

"Why don't you speak?" Fu Jichen reached over, pinched her chin and lifted it, looking at her watery eyes, "Dumb?" ”

"The tiles on the stairs had raised edges, and I fell down if I kicked them carelessly." Shen Jianian weakly gave himself a reason.

Fu Jichen smiled: "Can't walk on a strange road?" ”

The staircase tiles at home are deliberately selected with an anti-slip effect, and the part near the edge is three more edges than ordinary tiles.

Shen Jianian was silent again.

The accident had happened, and it was useless to say more, Fu Jichen sighed in his heart and asked her, "Are you hungry?" ”

"Hmm." Shen Jianian deserves it quickly.

The corners of Fu Jichen's mouth hooked slightly, took out his mobile phone and dialed a call, asked people to bring food, and finally added, and went to a nearby supermarket to buy a set of toiletries.

After he finished calling, Shen Jianian asked, "Do you want to stay with the bed?" ”

(End of chapter)