Wait till the sun rises

Bai Ling knocked on the door and waited for a while, but still no one came to answer the door. He took out his mobile phone and called Grandpa Xia.No one answered.

The resident opposite suddenly opened the door and said, "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello." Bai Ling greeted politely, "I want to ask, where is the owner of this house?" Grandpa Xia should be at home at this point.

"You don't know?" The neighbor was a little surprised, "The old man passed away."

passed away?

Bai Ling's heart trembled, and he frowned and asked, "Why, it was fine a few days ago."

The neighbor sighed: "It seems to be a stroke, you also know that people are old..."

Bai Ling waited for the neighbor to finish expressing his thoughts before asking, "Then do you know where the old man is buried?"

"It seems to be back to my hometown." The neighbor scratched his hair, "It is said that fallen leaves return to their roots. It seems to be in Longcheng. You can call and ask."

"Thank you." After Bai Ling finished speaking, he stuffed the big and small bags into the man's hands, "I thank you for these gifts at the time, please accept them."

Bai Ling quickly walked out of the corridor, and then dialed Yang Zhenghua's cell phone, "Where is Xia Yang's hometown?"

·

After several rounds, Bai Ling finally asked where Grandpa Xia was buried.

In the early morning of the next day, Bai Ling appeared at the cemetery in a black suit, her hair combed meticulously, and a bouquet of white lilies in her arms.He shuttled between the tombstones, where all kinds of people were buried. Some of the photos on the tombstones have faded, but the faces recorded in the photos are always frozen in the most beautiful moment during his lifetime.

He carefully identified one by one, they were all unfamiliar faces.

With the wind blowing on my body at the end of March, it was still a bit cold.

The wind picked up the hem of his clothes, Bai Ling suddenly raised his head, and saw a few people standing not far away.

Bai Ling heaved a sigh of relief and found it.

He walked over slowly.

·

Xia Yang got up slowly, stood silently in front of the tombstone, staring at the photo of grandpa on the photo without moving.

It was a smiling face. The old man wore a hat on his head, his lips were slightly curved, and there was a smile in his eyes.Xia Yang stretched out his fingers and slowly stroked the photo.

Han Ling's eyes were already red from crying, she took a step forward and said, "Yangyang, do you want to live at Auntie's house?"

Xia Yang shook his head slowly.

"Son, go back." Father Xu also stepped forward to persuade him softly, "You still have a fever, the wind here is a bit strong."

Xia Yang's lips twitched, but he opened his mouth without making a sound. Then he took out a paper and pen from his pocket and wrote a few words.

——"I want to stay with Grandpa again."

There were many sentences written in the small notebook that he carried with him, which was brought to him by Han Rui.

Because Grandpa Xia passed away suddenly, after Xia Yang cried loudly, he suddenly couldn't speak.The doctor said it was caused by too much emotion, and it will be better after a while.

Father Xu sighed, patted Xia Yang on the shoulder again, and said, "You can tell uncle anything, we are a family, you know?"

Xia Yang nodded.

Father Xu and Han Ling left.

Xu Jiming stood behind Xia Yang, staring at Grandpa Xia's tombstone, his eyes were full of sadness, as if he couldn't accept such a result.

Breaking up with Xia Yang turned out to be Grandpa's last wish.

He wanted to ask why, but the old man who loved him could no longer answer him.

For the rest of his life, he might not know the reason why Grandpa Xia changed his wish, just like Xia Yang would never know the agreement between him and grandpa that belonged only to the two of them.

All of these, with the death of the old man, were buried deep in the soil, and will also be buried deep in Xu Jiming's heart forever.

He took a deep look at Xia Yang, and said in a low voice, "I'm leaving first. You should go back earlier."

Xia Yang didn't respond, as if he didn't notice Xu Jiming, he just looked at the photo of grandpa sadly.

Xu Jiming moved his lips, turned around and left without saying anything.

Han Rui stood not far away, and when Xu Jiming passed him by, he said coldly, "Congratulations, prospective groom."

Xu Jiming paused without making any rebuttals, and strode away.

·

Han Rui stood beside Xia Yang and said softly, "Go back."

Xia Yang turned his head, took the white chrysanthemum handed over by Han Rui and gently placed it in front of the tombstone, knelt down and kowtowed three times before getting up.

There were footsteps coming from behind, and Han Rui helped Xia Yang to turn around, his pupils shrank suddenly when he saw someone coming.

Bai Ling didn't expect to meet Han Rui here, and was a little surprised, but he concealed it well.

"My condolences." Bai Ling quickly turned his gaze to Xia Yang, bent down and placed the lily with water stains in his hand in front of the tombstone.He stooped and bowed.

The sad expression on his face did not seem to be fake.

"Thank you." Xia Yang showed him a small book.

Bai Ling smiled, then glanced at Han Rui, and said to Xia Yang, "Can I have a chat with you alone?"

Han Rui snorted and walked aside expressionlessly.

Bai Ling stared at the old man's tombstone, and said in a low voice, "Actually, I'm a psychological counselor."

Xia Yang turned to look at him, and Bai Ling smiled embarrassedly, "Grandpa found out that you liked the same sex, and he was very troubled, so he asked someone to find a psychological counseling expert, but he didn't seem to know the way. to my place."

Bai Ling narrated all the details of his time with Grandpa Xia in those few days, his voice was very soft, and at the end, his voice was a little hoarse and slightly trembling.

"Generally, I meet people as old as my grandfather, and there are very few people who can accept this. He really loves you." Bai Ling got up and patted the grass clippings on his body, and said, "I hope you and your able to be happy."

"Days have to go on, I don't think Grandpa Xia is like seeing you, go back quickly."

Xia Yang had already burst into tears. He held the book tightly in his hand and rolled it into a ball. He lowered his head, opened and closed his mouth, and kept repeating a sentence.

It took Bai Ling a lot of effort to see from his mouth that he said "it's over."

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask, when Han Rui bent down and put his coat on Xia Yang's shoulders. He looked at Bai Ling coldly and said, "I don't need your blessing, that bitch is getting married."

Bai Ling couldn't believe it, he said, "How could it be?"

"Why not?" Han Rui looked down at Xia Yang who had shrunk himself into a ball again, and said impatiently: "Don't talk about this, let's go back, Xia Yang's condition won't get worse. That, we won't stay have you eaten."

Bai Ling stopped him, "I'm very curious about you, and I think you are the same, please leave a contact information."

Han Rui took the business card he handed over and put it in his pocket casually, "Just wait, I will have a duel with you soon."

Han Rui closed the car door, took out a tissue and gave it to Xia Yang, "Are you okay?"

After walking this way, Xia Yang has calmed down a lot. He turned the bracelet on his left wrist with one hand, looked out the window and remained silent.

——It was the bracelet that Han Rui gave him and Xu Jiming to consecrate. It is said that it can bless two people who love each other never to be separated.

Han Rui reached out and took off the bead string with Xu Jiming's name engraved on his wrist, and then threw it out of the car window, "What kind of shit is a lie, don't even think about it, let's go home."

Xia Yang just paused, fingers continued to rub his wrist, finally nodded, and closed his eyes wearily.

——From the beginning to the end, he never looked back at the string of beads thrown out by Han Rui.

·

After returning to City B, Bai Ling was in a difficult mood. He walked around the city again and again, and finally drove to Xie Zichi's residence.

This is his first time here.

Bai Ling wandered around for a while before finding Xie Zichi's house. He rang the doorbell, and Wang Ma came to open the door. Seeing him, she enthusiastically said, "Xiao Ling, hurry up, come in and sit down."

Bai Ling looked around at the furnishings of the room, and asked with a smile, "Aunt Wang, where's Xiao Xie?"

"The young master hasn't come back yet." Wang Ma said, "What do you want to drink?"

Bai Ling waved his hand and said, "You are busy with your work, don't worry about me, I'll just wait for him in the study."

"Oh, oh." Wang Ma nodded, glanced at the direction of the study on the second floor, a little embarrassed: "But the young master forbids others to enter his study, or you can stay in the living room..."

Seeing that Wang Ma was looking in the direction of the second floor, Bai Ling walked upstairs and said, "Oh, this little Xie, is it possible that you have returned to the golden house? No wonder you don't like to go out with friends, I have to go and see What the hell is he hiding?"

Wang Ma wanted to stop her again, but she was very happy to be coaxed by Bai Ling's few words, and finally went into the kitchen happily to prepare dinner.

Bai Ling unscrewed the door of the study room, turned on the light, sat down on the chair in front of the desk without seeing anything, and let out a long breath.

"It's so clean." Bai Ling pouted, "It doesn't look like a man's study room at all." He casually rummaged through the books on the table, and accidentally dropped a book.

Bai Ling scratched at his hair and bent down to pick it up. Suddenly he let out a gasp and reached for the trash can beside the table.