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The next day, the two went to the cemetery to worship Lin Xiaoyuan's mother. The management office asked them if they wanted to renew the fee. Lin Xiaoyuan thought for a while and said, "No."

He wanted to bring his mother's ashes back to Nanga, and find a warm and feng shui place to bury them properly.

His mother didn't enjoy life well during her lifetime, but after her death, she finally had the opportunity to experience the feeling of spring flowers blooming facing the sea.

Lin Xiaoyuan supported the cold stone tablet, turned her head and asked Zhuang Shihuai: "Is that okay?" Zhuang Shihuai took a few wet wipes and helped him wipe off the fallen leaves and dust on the stone, and the young woman's photo was radiant again.

"of course."

He said, "It should."

Since she entrusted Lin Xiaoyuan to her when she was alive, after she died, Zhuang Shihuai felt that he should give her an explanation, so that she could see how well he took care of her son, so that she would know and feel at ease .

There is a bouquet of flowers on the tombstone, and it hasn't wilted yet. It seems that the people who came to worship have just left not long ago.

The bouquets are quite satisfactory, the most common kind in the "one-stop" service store at the door.

Lin Xiaoyuan knew that his mother had no friends during her lifetime, so Mama Wu was the most likely to come. She has been working diligently in the Lin family for decades, and she has encountered all the ugly things that should be seen and should not be seen. This time In all likelihood, it was Lin Wei's instruction to send flowers.

Thinking that it was given by Lin Wei, Lin Xiaoyuan stared at the bouquet of flowers and thought it was a bit funny. After a person died, he would lose contact with the living person, and all grievances and grievances would be wiped out. It is the most meaningless to make up for the guilt in my heart and make myself feel better.

Lin Xiaoyuan went to go through the formalities, took out the urn and held it in her hands, and went to the side to call Mama Wu.

She hesitated to speak on the phone: "I sent the flowers, Mr. Lin...he can't remember."

"What do you mean?" "Hey, if you have time, come and see him in the hospital."

Lin Xiaoyuan frowned, and secretly picked at the edge of the urn with her fingers: "His previous injury hasn't healed yet?" His mother has been buried for more than three years, how could it be possible that he hasn't recovered yet.

"It's not the injury. It's because Mr. Lin couldn't accept his body later. He suffered two cerebral infarctions, and now he has sequelae and is hospitalized all year round. He is not conscious, demented, and often suffers from incontinence."

Lin Xiaoyuan paused, and slowly closed the hand holding the urn.

When he and Zhuang Shihuai arrived at the hospital, Lin Wei fell asleep.

His wife and son happened to be there too, so many years have passed, the graceful look of a woman who was young and energetic has disappeared, her unpainted face is a little brown, her hair is tied up randomly, and her gray face is full of exhaustion , her son was lying on the small table beside him, not knowing what he was drawing.

Seeing Lin Xiaoyuan passing by, the woman showed a defensive look and stood in front of her son, as if she was afraid of what Lin Xiaoyuan would do.

Lin Xiaoyuan didn't want to wake Lin Wei up, but in fact he woke up, and he didn't know what to say to his father.

So he left a sum of money and looked at Lin Wei by the bed for a while.

The man on the hospital bed was old and bent into a ball. It was hard to imagine that this man was once the source of my childhood fear, because now he looked so vulnerable, like an empty shell that would fall apart when the wind blows. Young The high-spirited and playful and reckless at the time, it seems that it has nothing to do with him at the moment.

Time has really passed too long, grievances and hatreds are like dreams, which have gradually become blurred in Lin Xiaoyuan's memory, and the only thing he can truly grasp is Zhuang Shihuai who is by his side at this moment.

The woman's son started clamoring for something to eat, and his appearance of rolling around seemed abnormal. The woman was so entangled by him that she had no choice but to take him to the canteen downstairs.

As soon as the two left, Mama Wu sighed and told Lin Xiaoyuan that Lin Wei, the youngest son, had been in the amniotic fluid for too long and had an umbilical cord around his neck that almost died. .

But his mother didn't think so, she didn't think there was anything wrong with him and didn't give him rehabilitation, and insisted that he go to a private school like his peers. As a result, he couldn't receive normal teaching at all, and he got zero marks in all his homework, so the school forced him to drop out now , suggested that he go to Sunshine School.

Out of politeness, Lin Xiaoyuan listened to what Mama Wu said, but what did it have to do with him?Everyone chooses their own path. His mother is, Lin Wei is, and this woman is also. He is not doing charity, and leaving a sum of money is already the greatest kindness he can give.

He took Zhuang Shihuai's hand and was about to leave when Lin Wei woke up.

He was awake, but his mind was not clear. Mama Wu fed him a few sips of water, and he grabbed Mama Wu's sleeve firmly and asked, "Is Xiaoyuan hungry? Daddy will cook for you."

As he spoke, saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Lin Xiaoyuan turned her head away and walked out of the ward quickly.

Standing in the lobby waiting for the elevator, Lin Xiaoyuan raised his neck and stared at the changing numbers on the indicator light without saying a word. He held the urn tightly in his arms, and Zhuang Shihuai put his hand on his shoulder.

The few people who were waiting for the elevator together were still whispering at first, probably because they saw the box in Lin Xiaoyuan's arms later and felt the overly depressing atmosphere at the scene, so they simply chose not to talk about it.

Lin Xiaoyuan secretly leaned back and pressed against Zhuang Shihuai's chest, the familiar body temperature came through the clothes, suppressing the wave after wave of restlessness in his heart.

Walking out of the hospital, Lin Xiaoyuan let out a long breath, and Zhuang Shihuai rubbed his head: "Don't cry, be good."

Lin Xiaoyuan swallowed sourly and replied angrily: "I didn't cry!" The atmosphere relaxed in vain, and the warmth from Zhuang Shihuai's palm, like a warm current slowly flowing into Lin Xiaoyuan's heart along the blood vessels, made his stiff limbs and bones It's warmed up.

Standing under the sun, Lin Xiaoyuan had the illusion of returning to the human world.

He closed his eyes and sighed, just at this moment, the phone in his pocket rang.

The old man asked them when they would go home, and told Lin Xiaoyuan: "The Chinese New Year is coming soon. Last time you kept saying that you have some fat dumplings. Bring some dumpling wrappers. I want to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year!" Lin Xiaoyuan While talking on the phone, he chuckled and laughed: "Grandpa, he is called Uncle Fat, not Fatty."

Zhuang Shihuai looked at him with a smile on the side, most of his face was buried in the scarf, his eyes were curved beautifully.

"Lin Xiaoyuan," he said, "It's the Chinese New Year again."

Yep, another year.

Lin Xiaoyuan thought, Chinese New Year is really good. Ever since he met Zhuang Shihuai, "New Year" has become the most anticipated and happiest day of the year for him.

Because Zhuang Shihuai is really serious, so serious that every time from watching the Spring Festival Gala to eating dumplings to setting off fireworks and giving red envelopes, all the processes are the same. Every year he must buy red clothes for Lin Xiaoyuan, saying that only in this way will he be safe and sound a whole year.

For Lin Xiaoyuan, Zhuang Shihuai's only wish is "safety", only "safety" can "always accompany".

Another incident happened later that day. They saw a man and a woman downstairs in the hospital. Zhuang Shihuai didn't know each other, but Lin Xiaoyuan did.

Both of them were wearing white coats, and they looked like doctors here.

The two of them were very close, the man bowed low next to the woman's ear, his head was put together to appear very intimate.

Until they walked far away, Lin Xiaoyuan was still staring back at the man's back.

Zhuang Shihuai forced his neck to come over, his face turned green.

Lin Xiaoyuan immediately reacted and explained, but his face was a little weird: "That man is Jin Cheng's predecessor, but he is not...how did he find a woman?" Zhuang Shihuai also came to Lin Xiaoyuan's entanglement with that man one after another later. I know most of it, but he has never been interested in other people's affairs, let alone the "rival in love" who coveted his puppy back then.

"What kind of life you live, it's all personal freedom. Jin Cheng also made his own choice, and he has to bear it by himself."

Lin Xiaoyuan flattened her mouth: "Then I can't, I just like men and I don't break the law. I've always liked someone all my life, and I will never go around like this."

Lin Xiaoyuan is still Lin Xiaoyuan, whether he has grown up or not, the stubbornness in his bones has never changed, regardless of his righteousness, in Zhuang Shihuai's eyes, he is brilliant and dazzling.

what is love?Lin Xiaoyuan thinks that love is when you meet someone, and then your heart is moved, and you are even willing to die for him, but most of the time, you still want to live a good life with him.

There is one more chapter to end tomorrow, and you should be able to guess what tomorrow is?? Suddenly I feel a little bit reluctant.

After nothing, there will be a special episode.