Tell you to turn backwards?

the next day.

The evening rain fell far away on the empty mountain, Meng Ze lowered the brim of his hat, and all he could see was the sparse greenery and a lonely low grave.

The customs here are like this. If you don't live to an age where you don't regret dying, you can't hold a big funeral, especially for underage children. If you want to secretly burn and then bury them secretly, you shouldn't cry loudly.

Meng Ze's fucking body was taken away by his grandfather. That day, his grandfather didn't even give him a word of comfort, so he just gave him a passport and contact information, and said coldly, "I'll send you money every month." , until you finish college. Your mother...I took it away, if you need anything, you can contact me. "

Meng Ze, who was small and only tall enough to reach his grandfather Zheng Xinkai's belly button, had wet eyes and tears were still wet. He timidly took the two things that were so light that they were almost weightless.

Zheng Xinkai's heart softened in vain, and he patted his head in a strange way.

The child ran away quickly, and Zheng Xinkai's heart softened and hardened quickly, and he calmed down in a few seconds. He vetoed the idea of ​​taking the child back to his own care, and then decided to leave.

Meng Ze had no choice but to hold that card firmly in his hand like hope. The child didn't have a clear concept of money yet, but he also knew that this was after he lost all his love.

The only... thing to rely on.

"Sister..." Meng Ze let out a soft breath. He knelt down and placed a bunch of blue gypsophila in front of the grave. These are not flowers that should be used to pay homage to the deceased, but they were given to Meng Ze by Meng Tan before his death. Pointing to this flower in a magazine, he said: "It's so beautiful. When I have money, I must buy a bouquet and put it in my home."

Meng Ze is an atheist, and he holds the attitude of "I don't believe in ghosts and the afterlife". He knows that Meng Tan can't hear him, and the jar of inorganic matter in the tomb can't convey any information for him through death.

After arranging the flowers, he stood up and put his hand lightly on the tombstone disrespectfully. The inscription on the inscription was only a few words, and the photo was taken from the family portrait, because there was no other photo of Meng Tan's smiling face.

He stood like this until the sun gradually lost its magnificence and sank into the distant mountains.

It was as if the girl in his memory traveled through mountains and rivers and finally stood by his side.

Meng Ze found an envelope from his bag, sealed it with wax paint, and lit the envelope while the rain stopped. The flames flew with the ashes of the paper, and finally fell to ashes all over the floor.

Senior one (4) class.

Not long after class was over just now, Meng Ze didn't come all day today, Wu Shifeng was not in the mood to eat, and supported his head with one hand to do his physics homework.

"Inertia—Newton's first law, why didn't Meng Ze come today." Wu Shifeng thought distraughtly, "Because of inertia...didn't he be fine last night? Hey, the answer is C, did something happen to him? The second law , the acceleration of the object... I have called him so many times but he still doesn't answer..."

"Fuck." Wu Shifeng slammed down his pen, feeling that he couldn't do this homework.

Meng Ze didn't come today, so he had to force himself to attend the class well, and even took notes well, thinking that Meng Ze could show him when he came in, so that he wouldn't miss the class.

But Meng Ze really didn't come all day, and there was no news at all. Wu Shifeng couldn't even calm down, his whole mind was in a mess, and all his IQs were tightly tied up.

Yu Duo had already finished his meal and came back to visit Wu Shifeng in Class [-] with chicken chops and milk tea. After confirming that what Wu Shifeng had in front of him was a physics exercise book instead of a novel, Yu Duo patted him on the back in surprise: "Brother, Are you working on a physics exercise book?!"

"What?" On the table was a pen that Meng Ze casually threw into the pen holder. Wu Shifeng didn't use it carefully, and the ink smeared on the knuckle of the third finger of his right hand.

"I'm still using the pen. Are you the brother I promised to meet at the construction site?" Yu Duo handed him the milk tea and chicken chops, but Wu Shifeng became dazed for some reason and didn't take them.

Yu Duo patted the table with a rich expression: "Be sober, the ants have been racing away for ten years!"

Wu Shifeng was taken aback by his sudden yell, "Are you sick?"

"No." Yu Duo glanced at the seat next to him: "Did your deskmate not come today? When the outstanding students were commended during the break in the morning, I think your head teacher went up to pick them up."

"I didn't come, and I didn't answer the phone call." Wu Shifeng took the milk tea in his hand depressedly, inserted the straw into it, took a big sip, and said, "No, I have to take time off to study at his house tonight... ..."

"Tsk." Yu Duo sat on Liu Wentao's seat, "I think he is usually quite indifferent to you, can you catch up with him? Don't make yourself sentimental in the end."

Wu Shifeng scratched his head, and said uncertainly: "I should have caught up with him, he was... quite indulgent to me."

Yu Duo was a little surprised: "Brother, you really dare to pick any kind of flower, you can handle this kind of stuff."

After a few seconds, he said again: "But you have to be careful, he doesn't look like someone to mess with at first glance. If you still have the same half-hearted behavior as before, I'm afraid he will be disabled in a short time."

"Don't talk nonsense, keep your mouth clean, my Meng Ze..." Wu Shifeng's face was full of grass, and Yu Duo wondered if he could bloom flowers on the spot, "He is, like a fairy. "

"My God..." Yu Duo shook his head, "Don't be shy, when will it be your home?"

Before Yu Duo finished speaking, he saw a person coming in from the back door of the classroom. He put the chicken chops on the table and raised his eyebrows together: "Here, your fairy is here, brother, I won't bother you."

Wu Shifeng turned his head, and couldn't stop smiling when he saw Meng Ze. He whispered to Yu Duo, "Stop it."

Yu Duo: "..."

Wu Shifeng is a guy who is as rigorous as a news broadcast and forgets his friends.

"Why haven't you come all day?" As soon as Meng Ze sat down, Wu Shifeng pressed his cold hand tightly, "Nor answering the phone."

Meng Ze didn't struggle and let him play with his fingers: "I went back to the countryside and forgot my mobile phone. I saw it just now. By the way - thank you for the gift, I like it very much."

Meng Ze forgot to open the gift box when he brought it home last night, and put it on the desk. He saw it when he got up in the morning, but he thought he would open it again when he came back, so he didn't move it.

He didn't return to the county until almost six o'clock this evening. He was in the same gray mood as the weather, but when he returned to his room, he found this gift box from Wu Shifeng.

Meng Ze carefully untied the ribbon, then tidied it up, clamped it with metal clips, and put it in a small wooden box.

The next thing is the wrapping paper... It must be impossible to tear off the whole sheet. Meng Ze struggled for a while, and managed to tear off all of Wu Shifeng's crappy paintings.

Meng Ze opened the last leather box, and gently took out the small room covered with a square glass cover. The model of this small room is his room. Wu Shifeng has never been here a few times, so some details are still there. In and out, but very realistic, at first glance it looks like a shrunken Meng Ze's room.

Meng Ze opened the glass cover and found that there were two minifigures made of ultra-light clay inside. They couldn't be seen carefully. One was sleeping on the bed, and the other was sitting on the desk doing homework.

It was when Wu Shifeng came to his house for the first time.

He stared at everything in this small room for a long time, and couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, as if all the unhappiness could disappear.

"You're welcome." Wu Shifeng showed a row of white teeth, "As long as you like it."

Meng Ze asked: "It took a long time, since when did you start doing it?"

There are only a few students in the class, who either bow their heads to play with their mobile phones or concentrate on their homework, and there is no tendency to turn back.

Wu Shifeng seized the time, desperately kissed Meng Ze on the face, and then gently scratched his hand. Meng Ze only felt a tingling in his palm, and then Wu Shifeng breathed in his ear: "It's the first time since I started making it when you got back home, and I thought at that time, if I really can’t catch you, this gift is the last resort, it’s not that there’s a saying that ‘Heaven pays off a man with a heart’, I am a man with a heart, and my luck is very good.”

"Hmm..." Wu Shifeng saw someone walking in through the front door, so he obediently pulled a little distance away from Meng Ze, "Maybe it has something to do with the koi I retweeted a hundred times on Weibo, I'll go and fulfill my wish in a while. "

"Oh, by the way, what are you doing back in the country?" Wu Shifeng borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, and pushed the chicken chops in front of Meng Ze, "You eat."

Meng Ze waved his hand: "Go back to pay homage to my sister, my grandma is patriarchal and doesn't like her very much, plus...Meng Jianmin is in prison, and she doesn't have a clear mind when she gets old, so she blames my sister and my mother It's on the head."

They didn't even place Meng Tan's ranking in their family. If he didn't go back, his sister would really have no one to worship.

After Wu Shifeng heard Meng Ze's words, he really wanted to slap himself in the face. Before the conversation was halfway, he could always poke Meng Ze's sore spot.

"I'm sorry... I don't know." He squeezed Meng Ze's shoulder, stuttering with distress, "Then, your family, I heard my sister say about that..."

"Is Meng Ze from Class [-] here? The speech contest will start soon, and the contestants should arrive early." A student standing at the back door said.

Meng Ze glanced at Wu Shifeng and understood the "that matter" in his words

He turned a deaf ear to what he was referring to, took out a prepared manuscript from the drawer, and left a sentence: "I'm leaving."

He followed the student and left.

Wu Shifeng lowered his eyes sadly, not knowing whether he should ask or not.

What he didn't ask was: How did you come here after so many years?

Relying on their own ignorance, those children couldn't say anything ugly. Wu Shifeng felt angry and distressed just thinking about it.

Is there... has anyone ever laughed at you for this?

When you lost a family member, were you... sad, did you cry?

After so many years, besides that idiot Xiao Zihan, do you have any other friends you can talk about?

The author has something to say:

Hmm... Two more sweet chapters, probably.

Although it is low-quality sugar.