I only knew that by the time I opened my eyes, it was already noon the next day.

Mom didn't disturb her to sleep, and when she got up, she reminded her of today's day.

"Today is your grandfather Zhou's death day, and you will go over with Wen Yang later."

Zhou Wenyang's grandfather died of illness last year, and since then Zhou Wenyang has completely lost his relatives.

There are not many people in the cemetery today, and there are bouquets of flowers in front of the tombstones, as well as incense candles and offerings.

Song Wanyue had a lot of opinions about him, thinking that he would wait for her, but he came first.

But when I think of today's day, I don't have anything to do with him.

After giving Grandpa Zhou incense, he did not forget to complain, and counted his crimes in front of Zhou Wenyang.

Compared with the friends who grew up together, Song Wanyue has long regarded him as a family member.

Otherwise, I would not have been haunted by his indifference for the past two years.

As if he hadn't heard, Zhou Wenyang lowered his head and swept the tomb.

He wore a black coat today, and at the moment he was hunched over, his broad shoulders unfolded.

Song Wanyue was angry with him, and when she saw that he was still silent, she directly put out cruel words: "Okay, break off friendship, you see if I will talk to you in the future." ”

Childish like a child.

Zhou Wenyang's movements paused, and after a while: "I didn't know why you were coming today." ”

The voice is low.

Song Wanyue stopped and turned around.

He put down the broom in his hand, took out two palm-sized velvet boxes from his coat pocket and handed them to her: "Birthday presents, last year and this year." ”

Song Wanyue put up the eldest lady's tsundere shelf: "Who is rare." ”

The jacket she wore today had a hood, and Zhou Wenyang put the box directly into her hat: "The things are given to you, you can do whatever you want." ”

This person was a troubled teenager when he was studying, and he couldn't imagine that he would still die like this after a few years of immersion in the army.

Instead of leaving immediately, she went to a nearby convenience store to buy a bag of condensed milk bread and a box of yogurt.

Grandpa Zhou is an old child who likes to eat sweets.

When Song Wanyue was young, Grandpa Zhou would always take her to a nearby convenience store to buy food.

At that time, she had just changed her teeth, and her mother would not allow her to eat too much sweet.

At that time, Song Wanyue's greatest pleasure was to go to Zhou's house to find Grandpa Zhou.

Two relatives who are very different in age, but have the same taste, eat ice cream in front of the convenience store every afternoon.

In the end, it was Zhou Wenyang who calmly put on a face and arrested them back.

One tooth decay, one high blood sugar.

They are all patients who have been told by doctors not to touch the slightest sweet.

"Two years ago, when I went to the hospital to see Grandpa Zhou, I was shocked, thinking that I had gone to the wrong ward. How did that tall man turn into a thin old man with a clumsy face? ”

Song Wanyue lowered her head and wiped her tears.

Zhou Wenyang looked at her, and the hand that wanted to wipe away her tears paused for a moment, and then withdrew it in embarrassment.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, the law of nature." He comforted her.

The last time he saw Grandpa Zhou, he secretly stuffed Song Wanyue with a jar of candy, saying that it was her wedding gift.

also smiled and whispered to her mother not to see it.

Song Wanyue sniffed and wiped away her tears.

That's right, birth, old age, sickness and death, the law of nature.

And the saddest thing shouldn't be her, it's Zhou Wenyang.

The last loved one also passed away.

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When Duan Baiting's phone call came, the tears on her face had not completely dried up.

Hearing his voice, her gloomy mood improved slightly.

But when she heard the content of his words, she was stunned.

"I'm in Shanghai." He said, "Where are you now, I'll go find you." ”

Song Wanyue was a little caught off guard: "Isn't it tomorrow?" ”

She even planned to ask her aunts and aunts to come to her house for dinner tomorrow, just in time for them to meet Duan Baiting too.

In order to dispel their prejudice against him.

Duan Baiting's tone was calm: "It just so happens that I have time today." ”

Song Wanyue hesitantly glanced at Zhou Wenyang beside her: "I'm in the cemetery, sweeping Grandpa Zhou's grave." ”

Grandpa Zhou.

Duan Baiting had just gotten off the plane, but he changed his itinerary last night, kept vigil all night, and took the earliest flight to Shanghai at dawn.

Hearing the word "Zhou", my eyes darkened under the lenses.

There was no change on his face, and his voice was the same, and he couldn't hear any difference calmly: "Yes, it stands to reason that I should also go to worship." You send me the address. ”

Song Wanyue glanced at Zhou Wenyang again before reporting the location of the cemetery to him.

After hanging up the phone, she told Zhou Wenyang about it.

"You don't seem to have met yet, but this time I'm introduced to you."

Zhou Wenyang lowered his head and concentrated on cleaning the tombstone, as if he hummed in a low voice, but the voice was too soft, and Song Wanyue didn't hear it.

She was afraid that Duan Baiting would not be able to find a location, so she sent another position.

It was less than half an hour before he arrived.

The number of people in the cemetery has gradually increased, and the custom of sweeping the tomb has always been there near the end of the year.

The place that used to be cold has recently become lively.

Duan Baiting came directly after keeping vigil at home all night, and he didn't even change his clothes.

A black suit is suitable for the occasion. The cold smell of incense and candles on his body has not completely dissipated.

He lifted the thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and placed the bouquet of yellow and white chrysanthemums in his hand in front of the tombstone.

In the past, I put on three pillars of incense and saw the name and date of death on the tombstone.

He passed away last year.

After putting incense, insert it in front of the tomb.

He stood up straight and greeted Zhou Wenyang with a gentle voice.

The right hand stretched out and briefly introduced himself: "Duan Baiting, Song Wanyue's husband." ”

Concise and concise, his identity is introduced very clearly.

Zhou Wenyang raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.

Staying up all night and the faint tiredness after the tiring journey has long been well covered by him behind the lenses.

The man's face was calm, and his tone of voice did not fluctuate.

But Zhou Wenyang still noticed a subtle abnormality.

He stretched out his hand and shook him briefly: "Zhou Wenyang." ”

The only difference between two men of similar height and similar stature is probably the temperament around them.

A cold and noble, unfathomable. An unruly and outgoing temperament.

Song Wanyue's seemingly friendly self-introduction was filled with a strange feeling of undercurrent surging throughout.

Zhou Wenyang glanced at the paper money that Song Wanyue was still holding in her arms, reached out to take it, lit it with a lighter, and put it in front of the tomb.

Watch them burn quietly.

Song Wanyue also stepped forward, reopened a stack of paper money, and put it in the fire.

This is a kind of psychological sustenance for the deceased loved ones.

Even if you know that the paper money is burned, it is useless, but you still buy a lot of them every year, and burn them one by one.

The deceased had nothing to do with him, so Duan Baiting just stood aside and watched.

His coldness in the cemetery has a strange harmony.

Under the lenses, the eyes without waves stared at all this in front of them.

Song Wanyue couldn't see clearly, but he could see it clearly.

The look in the eyes of the man beside her was full of aggression that he tried to restrain himself.

There is no doubt that he likes Song Wanyue, and there is no way to hide that kind of liking.

After all the paper money was burned, Duan Baiting quietly took Song Wanyue into his arms, reached out and flicked her collar, and saw the thickness clearly: "How many times have you said it, let you wear more." ”

Song Wanyue snuggled into his arms and quibbled: "It looks thin, but it's actually quite thick." ”

This contradictory remark made even her feel outrageous, let alone expect to be able to fool Duan Baiting over.

He didn't go any further, probably because she still had friends.

Zhou Wenyang didn't say a word, and kept adding paper money to the fire.

Watching the fire shine higher and higher, even half of his face was reflected in a warm color.

At the back, the action becomes a bit mechanical.

It is as if there is no brain domination, and only inertia is relied on.

Duan Baiting has been in the cemetery every day for the past few days, and he is very clear about the process of sweeping the tomb, knowing that it will not be over for a while.