Little mortals' dreams come true

It was already evening when Han Sheng came out of the station dragging his suitcase, and he still couldn't have a good lunch with Li Fan before leaving, because the afternoon train didn't arrive in City A until midnight.

In order to catch up with the train near noon, the two hurried to the hotel, stuffed their things into the suitcase, and then took a taxi to the station non-stop, almost without time to say goodbye.

Therefore, Han Sheng never had time to carefully digest Li Fan's last words.

The bullet train left Liyuan City quickly, and Han Sheng tried to recall everything that happened during this period, from the old apartment building filled with the smell of fireworks, to Li Fan's smile before leaving, it seemed that many, many things had happened. To the extent that he has gained a new understanding of Li Fan, which is more than the sum of the past ten years.

But in fact, he only stayed for less than two weeks.

Han Sheng was a little afraid to think about Li Fan's words, the one-year agreement always made him feel very vague.He believed in Li Fan, but he chased him alone, and in the end he had to go back alone. This feeling was vaguely unreal, and he didn't know what he was going to do next.

It wasn't until he came out of the station, stood in the bustling crowd, and looked at the towering landmark building of City A in the distance, that Han Sheng suddenly felt that he had really returned, to the city without Li Fan.He will continue to live alone in this city for another year.He has no choice, this is his punishment.

He originally planned to ask Secretary Zhang to arrange someone to take him directly to Wansheng to have a look. Although it was late, it was already common for him to work overtime until late at night.But when he took out his mobile phone and dug out the address book, an unconcealable irritability suddenly rose from his heart.

He stared blankly at the phone for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, closed the address book, turned on a taxi app, and called a taxi.

He waited for a while before someone took the order, and another driver took the order and called to cancel it, probably because he felt weird about his destination and worried about what might happen.

Han Sheng agreed to cancel the order without further ado. He could understand the driver's thoughts. After all, he himself felt that his decision was not normal.But he resolutely placed the order again, and while waiting patiently, he went to a flower shop outside the station to buy a bouquet of white roses.

What he was going to was Si'an Cemetery.

The driver who took the order was a middle-aged uncle with thick eyebrows and thick lips, big shoulders and round waist. His sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders, revealing a small half of gray and black tattoos.

Seeing that Han Sheng went to the cemetery so late, even dragging his suitcase, he didn't show any puzzlement, he just confirmed in a rough voice, and his big face like a door god forced a smile that wasn't friendly, so he didn't hesitate. Talk again, and drive Han Sheng to the outskirts of the city.

When we arrived near the cemetery, there was only a ray of sunset left in the sky, and a little orange light was wrapped around the large dark blue edge, like a spark that was about to burn out, lingering in the gaps in the thin clouds.

When Han Sheng took it out of the trunk to salute, the uncle was not in a hurry to leave, but leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said in a rougher voice:

"Young man, there is a guest house nearby that can accommodate people. It needs to be booked 24 hours in advance. Have you booked it?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Han Sheng's face. He didn't want to explain his impulsive behavior to a stranger, so he just hummed vaguely.

The uncle keenly grasped Han Sheng's pause, he took a deep breath of smoke, his eyes were so smoked that he narrowed his eyes, then looked at the tomb hill in the distance, and seemed to chuckle slightly:

"Living people like to toss themselves, as if they can change something in this way, but they are just deceiving themselves. But this kind of tossing has to be done a few times, otherwise the people who stay will have a hard time."

Han Sheng didn't answer, but stood aside patiently, waiting for the uncle to finish speaking.

"Toss it, it's best to untie all the knots at once. After tossing by himself, he still has to face the toss of life!"

Speaking of this, the uncle paused, curled up his hand that was not holding a cigarette, and stroked a scar on the palm of his hand with his callused fingertips, as if stroking a dusty memory.After smoking a few times, he took out a plastic sheet filled with half a bottle of water from the car, threw the cigarette butt into it, tightened the lid, and opened the car door, saying to Han Sheng:

"Go, young man, it will be dark and the road will not be easy to travel in a while. You are the last car I take today, and the first car will start at 05:30 tomorrow morning. If you need it, call my car again!"

Han Sheng thanked him earnestly. For some reason, he always felt that this uncle should have had a wonderful life.The uncle waved his hand, stepped on the accelerator, and quickly disappeared around the bend in the road.

Han Sheng stood there looking at the direction where the taxi was leaving for a while, then dragged the suitcase into the cemetery with the white rose in his arms, walked around a path paved with gravel, and among rows of neatly arranged stone tablets, I found the one with Song Tiaodong's name on it by familiarity.

He put the suitcase aside casually, stood silently in front of the tombstone, and stared at the slightly melancholy smiling person in the photo for a long time.It wasn't until the last ray of sunset light in the sky was swallowed up, and the hazy darkness covered the pale face of the person in the photo, that he lightly placed the white rose in his arms in front of the monument, squatted down, and sat down against the cold tombstone.

Like every time he came to the cemetery, he began to open the dusty box in his heart, took out those dusty but still intact memories one by one, and rubbed them bit by bit.

But still different.

In the past, the starting point of his memories was always the night when he stood blankly outside the dance practice, and, as if angry, he habitually skipped all the content about Li Fan in the memory, creating the illusion of a memory with only two people.But he suddenly understood that this kind of memory is very incomplete, and there are actually more parts of Li Fan than Song Tiaodong.

He didn't dare to admit it before, but now, he has a great desire for those parts that have been neglected.He opened the boxes pressed at the bottom a little jerky, and touched them carefully.Those memories had been locked for too long, and he was afraid that they would be shattered before they could be unfolded in time.

Fortunately, he was just escaping, but subconsciously he was not willing to throw it away.Before he even realized it, he had already protected them well.

This time, he didn't want to miss someone, but to see himself along the way.

The beginning of the memory is an old but spacious courtyard. Han Sheng, who was still a child half his height, lived with his grandparents.He doesn't see his parents very often, but he hears from them often.When the neighbors saw him, they couldn't help boasting a few words:

"This kid is very sensible. You see, his parents are both high-level intellectuals. He must be great when he grows up!"

Little Han Sheng couldn't tell whether it was a compliment to him or to his parents who were far away overseas.But after listening too much, a sense of rebellion grew in his heart for no reason.He thought that his parents were probably really powerful, but they never cared much about him, and he himself would be a powerful person in the future, but that had nothing to do with his parents.

From now on, no matter what kind of achievements he has, it will be his own business.

As if to prove his own ideas, he gradually developed a habit, no matter what he did, he was only willing to rely on his own strength.He doesn't need any help, he doesn't need guidance, he can make his own way.

He doesn't feel that he is alone, nor does he feel that such a lifestyle is worthy of sympathy. He is a strong man, and his happiness is obtained by himself. As long as he is strong enough, he will not lack happiness.

Perhaps, for a child who has lost the love of his father and mother since childhood, living with such an idea will relieve many troubles and pressures that should have been there.He is not as inferior or withdrawn as other left-behind children. On the contrary, he is sunny and cheerful, shining like a little sun.

That is not a warm light, but a dazzling light that belongs to the strong.

But at the same time, in the shadows under the strong light, paranoia and arrogance that no one can see are slowly growing.

He has always lived an independent and beautiful life, and even the successive deaths of his grandparents did not break him down.It took him only a short time to adjust to his disrupted life, and he rejected his parents' offer to take him away with a crisp, no-nonsense refusal.

He always remembers that his destination is himself.