famine

Tomb-sweeping Day is coming in a blink of an eye. I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect or some other reason. The night before going to the country, Jiang Xuan spread out pancakes for half the night. In the early morning, Cheng Hong got up to go to the bathroom. If he hadn't seen him staring at the ceiling motionless, he would have thought he was still in a dream and hadn't woken up.

Jiang Xuan was reluctant to go back to that deserted home before, and now that Jiang Yuan doesn't live there, he basically regards Cheng Lang as his own home, and Cheng Lang is tacit about this, and even quite happy.The two of them seem to have slept in the same bed since a long time ago, and no one can remember the specific day.The two of them didn't deliberately discuss this, and every detail was very logical, as if it should be like this, the guest room at home must be empty to be normal.

Jiang Xuan heard the sound of the toilet flushing in the bathroom, and then Cheng Hong walked back with his slippers on. He didn't go to bed directly, but went around to Jiang Xuan's side, sat down, and then slipped down along the head of the bed. As soon as the arms rolled, the two changed positions.

Then he felt his back being touched up and down for a while, a bit like smooth hair.

Cheng Lang was still not sober, so he whispered in his ear, "Go to sleep, don't worry."

These two short sentences seemed to have some magical power, so Jiang Xuan closed his eyes after hearing it, and fell into a dream inexplicably.

Just because he didn't get enough sleep at night, Jiang Xuan couldn't stand it when he got on the high-speed road the next day. He pushed the co-pilot's seat back, listened to the sound of the car engine running, and fell asleep after a while.

As for worry and uneasiness, I already experienced it last night, and I really don't have time right now, sleep is the most important thing.

Cheng Lang felt dumbfounded about this, but when he saw the faint blue under his eyes, his emotions became very complicated.

In fact, he is not practical.

Talking on the phone is definitely different from seeing him face to face, but compared to Jiang Xuan's anxiety, Cheng Hong is more in a panic.

After a while, when I saw the two elders, I wanted to say something and do something. It seemed that when I faced them now, there would be something different, especially difficult to ignore, if there was an extra layer of ambiguous relationship that was not acceptable to everyone.

It's just that this kind of emotion can be suppressed by him, even if someone stares at him carefully, he may not be able to see it.

The weather is not good today. It was a bit cloudy outside when I got up early in the morning. The sun didn’t even come out in the morning. It’s amazing. It rains on Ching Ming Festival in previous years, and there is no accident this year. It’s just that the two of them didn’t fall when they went out. It didn't take long for light raindrops to fall, and it rained more and more as we went to the countryside. When we reached the entrance of the village, the middle of the dirt road was flooded and extremely muddy.

So the old man and the old lady were not the same as before, they waited anxiously at the entrance of the village, and today both of them stayed at home without even going out of the house.

When Jiang Xuan woke up, Cheng Hong happened to be parking the car. He tilted his head and looked at the rearview mirror to adjust the position of the Cayenne. I couldn't bear to look away from the yellow mud, feeling that it was really a mess.

The two of them took umbrellas before going out, and when they got out of the car, the rain had lightened up, and when the wind blew, the rain slanted to greet them, so they trotted all the way after getting out of the car, intending to hurry into the house.

The old man and the old lady standing at the door of the house were leaning on one side of the door frame. They didn't see any awkwardness, but just watched them having fun.

Cheng Lang felt relieved immediately, and exchanged a glance with Jiang Xuan, and after a brief silence, they smiled at each other.

"Oh, hurry up, hurry up, there are still five meters left, whoever gets to the finish line first can eat two bowls of rice!"

Hearing the old lady's joyful words, Jiang Xuan obviously felt that Cheng Hong slowed down.

Originally, the two of them sprinted side by side, but now Cheng Hong was half a step behind him, so the feeling should not be too obvious.

Jiang Thrush was the first to jump into the room while enjoying himself.

"Well, young people have to be physically strong," the old man had already sat back on the sofa to eat sunflower seeds, turned his head and glanced at Cheng Lang who was standing on the mat at the door rubbing his shoes, "unlike some people, who can't run away It won't work until three steps."

Unable to do so, Cheng Hong entered the house, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, but the old lady took it off again, took the clothes rail and hung Jiang Xuan's coat by the heater.

It was cold and gloomy outside today. Knowing that Cheng Lang was coming back, the two old people turned on the heater early, but they didn't want to hear him yelling that it was cold.

At night, the two of them slept in the previous room. Originally, Jiang Xuan was thinking about whether to set up a canopy bed, but it was different now, for fear that the old man would find it awkward to see the two of them sleeping together.

Unexpectedly, the canopy bed was all set up. The old lady came to look at their house before going to bed after watching the Anti-Japanese War drama. The old man came and carried it into their house.

In fact, Cheng Lang didn't quite agree with Jiang Xuan's practice of not having 300 taels of silver here, but the scene was a bit embarrassing at the time. The four of them stood in a square, and the two older ones looked calm. Contact something.

In the end, Jiang Xuan walked out quickly on the pretext of going to the bathroom, Cheng Hong turned around and began to spread the quilt, the old man and the old lady looked at them smilingly, and went back to the room, arguing with each other.

Before going to sleep, Jiang Xuan was still thinking about this incident, feeling as if he was in a dream.

He pushed Cheng Hong who was watching the news with his mobile phone next to him, and said as if discussing, "Let's chat for a while."

In the end, they were still as embarrassed as they were at home. They each covered a quilt. Just now, he wanted to raise his legs on Cheng Hong as usual, but he was restrained by the quilt, and he retracted his legs very uncomfortable.

Cheng Lang was still looking at his phone after hearing what he said, just nodded, "Well, what are you talking about?"

"..."

Jiang Xuan watched him think for a while, shook his head honestly, and directly reached out to grab the phone and put it under his pillow, "I don't know, just talk about it, you can say anything, you can tell a story."

Cheng Yan had nothing in his hand, and was not annoyed at being robbed of his mobile phone, so he simply slid into the quilt, turned to look at him, and asked, "Are you a little mantou?"

"Little Mantou has a story to listen to before going to bed every day."

Cheng Yan closed his eyes: "Sleep, go to the grave with me tomorrow morning."

His parents and the children of the two old men were buried in the mountains. The old man and the two of them were getting old, and Cheng Lang was worried, so he would come back to visit the grave every Tomb-sweeping Day. The only accident this year might be that he brought Jiang Xuan with him.

"Tomb-sweeping is fine," Jiang Xuan replied very readily, and squeezed towards him wrapped in a quilt, almost pushing Cheng Hong against the wall before stopping, and whispered, "Tell me a story."

"No, no."

No one ever told me a story.

His shoulder was pushed, "Let me tell you something."

"...Have not heard."

He was pushed again, and his ear was bitten, "Tell me, tell me."

"..."

Cheng Lang no longer expected him to remain aloof.

He even felt that Jiang Xuan was very delicate.

The squeamish Jiang Xuan wants to hear a bedtime story, will her boyfriend tell it?

"The little fox and the little white rabbit go shopping together..."

After turning off the lights, the room was very dark, but Cheng Lang could see Jiang Xuan's bright black eyes, and he was tilting his head and listening to his story seriously.

In the dark, Cheng Hong looked helpless, afraid that the two elderly people in the opposite room who didn't know if they were asleep would hear him, so he lowered his voice: "The little fox said, 'I really want to eat candy'."

Jiang Xuan with serious eyes: "..."

Cheng Lang sighed, and directly finished the unnutritious story told by his colleague Gay: "The little white rabbit immediately lay down on the ground, spread his hands and feet and made a 'big', and said...cough cough, you can eat ! Now I'm a big white rabbit."

"..."

Jiang Xuan was in a daze for two seconds, then burst out laughing immediately, and finally put his hand over his mouth, Cheng Lang felt the bed shaking.

Jiang Xuan laughed so hard that his stomach ached, he kept kicking his legs, several times he kicked Cheng Hong's legs, he had to push back, and his whole body turned into cake batter and hit the wall, Jiang Xuan was laughing beside him, also paying attention Not seeing his embarrassed and speechless expression.

Now I am a big white rabbit.

I don't know how long it took before Cheng Lang realized that Jiang Tong hadn't moved, probably because he had lost his strength and returned to his sanity.

He sighed again, and stretched out his hand from under the bed to tuck in the quilt that was messed up by Jiang Xuan, only one head was exposed, feeling like he was coaxing a child.

After looking at Jiang Xuan who was looking at him for a while, he leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, "Go to sleep."

Jiang Xuan didn't speak at first, then suddenly said after a while: "I haven't eaten yet."

Cheng Lang: "..."

The next day, the rain that had been falling all night finally stopped. In fact, yesterday was Qingming Festival, but because of the heavy rain, no one went up the mountain to visit the tomb.

Cheng Lang carried all the sacrifices prepared by the old lady into the car - the old man's bloody BMW, and then, just like in the New Year, Jiang Xuan pedaled in front, and he sat in the back of the car and gave orders.

There are many grave-sweeping people on the road, some driving and some strolling, and none of them are carrying big bags and small bags, climbing up the mountain in small groups.

There was a cemetery on top of the hill, and that was where they were going.

Coincidentally, as soon as they arrived at the entrance of the cemetery, they saw a few people standing there, and when they got closer, they all had impressions.

Mrs. Liu's family.

Probably two families, because Jiang Xuan recognized that two of the middle-aged men were the sons of Mrs. Liu, and there were two children beside them, a man and a woman.

The two looked at each other with a lot of emotion, but they didn't go forward to say hello.

Cheng Lang has swept the tomb many times. When he was a child, he felt that the sky was about to collapse when he was brought over by the old man and old lady. Now he has not changed his face and even squatted in front of the tomb to burn papers. like a dream.

The tombs of his own parents and the elderly and children are next to each other. There are not many things that happened throughout the year, and he has nothing to say. First tell his parents about himself, and then tell the other two... three people who have never met Talk about two old people, whether they are in good health or in a good mood, don't worry about them.

The only difference this year is...

Cheng Lang turned his head to look at Jiang Xuan who was squatting beside him with a solemn face tearing apart the yellow paper money.

The old lady bought the kind of crude paper money in a stack of more than ten sheets. Before using it, she had to take it apart like breaking a mosquito coil. Jiang Xuan had already opened several stacks with her eyes down, and they all stacked neatly at his feet.

Cheng Lang was talking in a low voice while putting the paper money into the brazier. Although he had gotten used to it, sweeping the tomb was unusual after all. Perhaps it was due to the influence of the environment. He was crying with his back to their family. The cemetery was originally quiet. They all spoke in a low voice spontaneously, so Jiang Xuan, who was affected, felt very depressed in his heart.

This kind of repression is different from the repression he feels from the heart or the outside world every day, but he can't tell the difference.

He looked up at Cheng Hong, thinking of his parents, he seemed to have really pictured in his mind the scene of a family of three talking and laughing and sketching, and suddenly felt very distressed.

Cheng Lang didn't introduce Jiang Xuan to his parents. In fact, he always understood in his heart that life was for himself. He was with Jiang Xuan, and he brought him here, so he didn't need to say anything.

That's all there is to it.

It's like the old man and the old lady know that he likes men. They have difficulty accepting it at first, or even don't understand it, but as time goes by, they understand it.

They are getting old, try their best to live a stable life, but are willing to compromise for him.

Yesterday in the boiler room, the old man put briquettes into the stove with chopsticks. He called Cheng Lang over to add coal as an excuse, but Cheng Lang didn't do anything.

His face was very calm, and the wrinkles representing old age were the same as usual. After putting down the chopsticks, he raised his hand and patted Cheng Hong's shoulder. The three cat scratch-like scars on his forehead were not very clear.

He seemed very relaxed and said: "We have never cared about you, and we will not suddenly want to take care of you now."

Whether you regret it in the future and feel that you did something wrong, or grow old steadily, that is your business.

At that time, we just saw you staying alone in this world, pitiful and distressing, so we adopted you.

We just raised you, and you grew up to be such a promising man. To put it bluntly, it has nothing to do with us.

But we are very proud.

Even if what you like is what we don't like now, we are still proud of you, even proud of the person you are proud of, and value the person you value.

Just this sentence seems to be out of the question, Cheng Lang understands everything.

Because of the arrangement of Jiang Xuan's school, the two of them were ready to go back after coming down from the mountain.

The old lady made a bunch of food for the two of them to take back. Before leaving, she held Jiang Xuan's face in her hands and encouraged him affectionately.

On the way back, Jiang Xuan recalled everything that had happened recently, and couldn't tell whether he felt relieved or sad at this time. Anyway, he felt complicated, and felt bored even taking a breath.

The author has something to say:

It’s going to be finished in two days—of course, it’s not enough to write this, and there are still some details that need to be added. After weighing it, I plan to put it in the episode!Let me tell you first~ (Ghost knows that when I wrote this chapter, I almost wanted to finish it, the atmosphere is so good~~)