Wait till the sun rises

Xia Yang took a deep breath and turned the doorknob. The furnishings in the room were still exactly the same as when grandpa was there. Xia Yang bit his tongue, found the key under the closet and opened the door of the bedside cabinet.

□□, passbook, and various cards and small gifts.

Those were the greeting cards and various paintings that Xia Yang and Xu Jiming gave him when he was young, and even the certificates Xia Yang received from childhood to adulthood were neatly placed together.

Xia Yang stroked all the things with trembling hands, and he knew exactly what was inside. At that time, he also said that grandpa was a collector, and the things from so many years ago were still well collected.

Looking at it now, everything in the cabinet can evoke those long-standing memories.

At the bottom of the cabinet was a household registration booklet, Xia Yang reached out to take it out and flipped through it.He turned to the last page, where it was supposed to be empty, but someone wrote a few lines on it with a pen——

Name: Xu Jiming.

Sex: Male.

Bloody: Type O blood

Relationship with the householder's grandson Xia Yang: Husband and wife.There is even a big smiley face drawn on the back.The bottom line is Xu Jiming's ID number.

Xia Yang touched these words with his hands, and his memory seemed to return to his boyhood, the self who was full of hope for the future.He thought he was the sun, and he was the light that accompanied him.

But how could the light leave the sun to live a lonely and helpless life?

Xia Yang stared at Xu Jiming's name and muttered a poem.

——"If I were to come to this world once

just to be with you once

Just for the moment in billions of light years

All the sweetness and sorrow in a moment

then let it happen

Appear in an instant

I bow my head in thanks to all the planets for their help

let me meet you

parting with you

finished a poem made by god

Then grow old slowly"

"Hahahahahaha." Xia Yang suddenly laughed uncontrollably.This was originally a poem he read to Xu Jiming when he was preparing to confess, but he didn't give him a chance.

Xia Yang kept laughing, it was strange that a person could make such a sound, as if the grief was to the extreme but could not be relieved no matter what.

He was obviously smiling, but tears kept falling from his eyes.

——"Xu Jiming, I hate you." There is as much hate as there is love.

Xia Yang finally couldn't help but buried his face in his palm and began to cry.This was the first time he cried after his grandfather passed away, but no one was by his side at this time.

·

There is an elegant scent of flowers in the air.

The wind stirred his hair, Xia Yang turned his head and saw Xu Jiming walking towards him at the end of the red carpet.

He smiled and reached out to him, Xu Jiming grabbed his hand and interlocked his fingers.

They stand shoulder to shoulder.

The priest smiled and asked: "Xia Yang, do you want this man to be your husband and enter into a marriage contract with him? Love him, take care of him, respect him, accept him, and be loyal to him forever regardless of illness or health, or any other reason." Yu until the end of life?"

Xia Yang shook Xu Jiming's hand and said with a smile, "I am willing."

The priest asked again: "Xu Jiming, do you want this man to be your husband and enter into a marriage contract with him? Regardless of illness or health, or any other reason, love him, take care of him, respect him, accept him, and treat him forever Be faithful until the end of life?"

Xu Jiming held Xia Yang's hand tightly and said, "I am willing."

Their fingers are tightly held together, as if they will never let go of each other in this life.

In the rain of flowers all over the sky, Xu Jiming turned his head and kissed Xia Yang's lips, and there was warm applause from all around.

Everyone's faces were filled with happy smiles, Xu Jiming touched Xia Yang's forehead and said with a sigh: "I love you."

"I also……"

·

Xia Yang opened his eyes, and there was nothing around, no music, no flowers, no applause, no... Xu Jiming.It turned out that he had fallen asleep on the floor without knowing it.

He raised his hand to touch it, his face was wet, it was tears.

It was already dark, and looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you could see the light of the street lights downstairs in the community.I don't know which family's children are practicing the violin, which is a tune Xia Yang is familiar with.

Xia Yang sat on the sofa holding the household registration booklet, singing softly to the sound of music.

After an unknown period of time, the music stopped.

Night covered the entire land.

Xia Yang sat for a long time before getting up from the darkness.

There was a message from Han Rui on the phone, telling him to remember to eat on time.

Their relationship seems to be reversed.In the past, he was the one who told Han Rui to eat on time, not to drink, and remember to add clothes.

Xia Yang knew that something happened to Han Rui, but now he didn't have the energy to ask.

Since grandpa passed away, he hasn't spoken again, as if all the anger has slipped away from him.

Xia Yang washed and ate calmly, then took a shower and changed into a suit.

Xia Yang looked at his pale and fragile face reflected in the mirror, and curled the corners of his lips.

He combed his hair with his fingers, then picked up the blue wrench on the table and put it on his left thumb.Then he politely nodded to himself in the mirror, and silently said, "Goodbye."

·

"Okay." The car mechanic wiped the sweat off his face, "I said, young man, is this a wedding car? Picking up the bride so late? Where is the custom?"

Xu Jiming took out a few banknotes and put them in the uncle's hand, saying, "Thank you."

He pulled the drivers and sat in, and the car shot out like a roaring missile.

The car repairman waved at him from behind: "Young man, it's okay to be late, please apologize and bring your wife home."

Seeing the old man waving at him from the rearview mirror, Xu Jiming shook his head and smiled, and stepped on the accelerator again to accelerate.

If there were no traffic jams on the road, he should have arrived in City B long ago, but there are so many people getting married today, and the car he drove broke down on the road. Fortunately, he met a kind person who helped him and took him to a repair shop nearby. shop.

Looking at the time, it was past eleven o'clock. When Xu Jiming appeared in front of Xia Yang's house with a not-so-bright rose in his arms, he was out of breath.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, but there was no answer.

Xu Jiming took out his mobile phone to make a call, but reminded Xia Yang that it was turned off.

"It's so late, where are you going?" Xu Jiming frowned, and called Han Rui's cell phone, and the other party showed that he was on the phone.

Xu Jiming knocked on the door again, and this time the opposite door opened.

It was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. She rubbed her eyes and asked, "Handsome guy, be quiet, I have class tomorrow." After she saw the rose in his arms, she suddenly covered her mouth and turned her face. With a surprised expression on his face.

"Are you looking for the brother on the other side?"

Xu Jiming said, "Do you know where the resident opposite is going?"

"Aren't you at home?" The little girl's eyes lit up, she rushed out the door wearing slippers, knocked on Xia Yang's door, and looked in through the cat's eyes.

"He's at home, my brother said he's been at home all the time." The little girl was a little confused, "Maybe he fell asleep."

"Sleeping?" Xu Jiming felt a little uneasy, he should wake up after such a big commotion.

Do you not want to see him?

Xu Jiming felt bitter in his heart, he stood by the door and said softly: "Yangyang, I'm sorry, I was wrong, please open the door, I have something to tell you."

The girl at the side chimed in and said, "Yes, open the door. He's knocking on the door at such a late hour, disturbing people's sleep. Brother, please take pity on me, my third-year dog. I still have class tomorrow."

Xu Jiming looked at her with some guilt, and the girl winked at him, signaling him to be calm.

"Brother Xia, you can just open the door. If there is any misunderstanding, just open it face to face, Brother Xia."

Xu Jiming and the girl took turns persuading them, but they never got a response.In the quiet room, Xu Jiming frowned, feeling uneasy in his heart.

He patted the girl who was having big eyes with Maoyan and asked, "Can you lend me something?"

·

A man with disheveled hair like a chicken coop squatted on the ground and fiddled with a cigarette in his mouth.

The girl smiled at Xu Jiming: "Don't worry, my brother is in this business, and he can open any lock for you."

The sloppy man with a cigarette snorted, "It's so late, I want to pay more."

The girl patted his brother, "They are all neighbors, you are so kind."

"Go, go, go back to sleep." The man said, "No class tomorrow?"

"Okay." The man took a step back and opened the door: "It's open."

Xu Jiming walked into a dark room with a rose in his arms, and clicked on the light.

The memory came to an abrupt end here, Xu Jiming held his head in pain.

The author has something to say:

The name of the poem is "Choice"

Teacher Xi Murong's~