orphan

Jiang Jiashu sent a message to Liu Yong—"The dean is dead."

Zhao An was admitted to a university in other provinces two years ago, and now he is studying in school, and most of the other children are also studying in other places.The courtyard was extremely deserted, there were only five or six people, big and small.

Aunt Zhao called the children studying abroad one by one, telling them to come back when they are free.

Jiang Jiashu and Hu Fei stood by the dean's side, holding the dean's hands silently. Outside the window was the night of early autumn. The branches and leaves of the old willow tree were withered and yellow, and the leaves fell without wind.

The dean couldn't open his eyes anymore, his hands and feet were cold, and his facial muscles twitched slightly.However, Jiang Jiashu could clearly see that the dean was smiling, probably because he remembered some happy time.

Hu Fei wanted to cover him with a blanket, but Jiang Jiashu stopped him, "There's no need, she feels that even her clothes are restraining, let alone a quilt."

Hu Fei threw away the quilt, knelt beside the dean's bed, held the dean's hand tightly with both hands, and buried his head on the dean's body, weeping hoarsely.

The sobbing sound was too tragic, and the pain and sorrow buried in the deepest part of my heart were revealed in an instant, and crying could not express one-tenth of my inner feelings.

No one is better than the other, Jiang Jiashu tightly grasped the dean's other hand, his pale fingers had the texture of jade, and his fingertips were trembling.

Jiang Jiashu's eyes were full of panic, death was difficult, the process of waiting for death was even more difficult, and the process of waiting for the death of a loved one was even more difficult.

The air was filled with death, and Jiang Jiashu's heart ached, and his heart was like numbness.

He regretted it, regretted not going to the hospital, regretted not doing his best to treat him!Why can you die if you want to die!Why should she pat her ass and leave, leaving the mess to others!Why!

Jiang Jiashu's eyes were red, and tears were brewing inside, but they couldn't fall.He fought back tears, not knowing what he was insisting on.

Suddenly, the dean opened her eyes, as if she had returned to a few years ago. She reached out to touch Hu Fei who was sobbing, and then touched Jiang Jiashu's eyes. Her lips moved slightly, as if she was about to speak.

Jiang Jiashu and Hu Fei hurried over, but they couldn't hear anything.

The dean seemed to have no strength, finally closed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and left.

Hu Fei seemed to lose his voice for a moment. He opened his mouth to cry, but he couldn't make a sound. His tears rolled down one by one, like a child without a home.

Jiang Jiashu stared blankly at the dean. The touch on his eyelids just now was not a dream. The person who touched him just now fell silent in an instant, which was terrible.

Jiang Jiashu's mind was blank, and the self-control that he had always been proud of was missing. He seemed to be stupid. He could only rub the dean's palm back and forth, as if he was still looking for signs of life—unfortunately, no miracle happened.

The dean is dead, clean and tidy, once and for all.

In the early hours of the morning, Liu Yong came back, his body was damp, and he came back with a cold and solemn breath.

Liu Yong went straight to the director's cabin. Hu Fei's eyes were red and swollen, and he smoked at the door, with cigarette butts lying around his feet. The Dean's hand was silent.

Liu Yong went in and saw the dean's face was peaceful.He stood still for a while, looking at the dean deeply, as if he wanted to imprint this scene in the deepest part of his mind.

Liu Wei sighed slightly, opened Jiang Jiashu's fingers one by one, and said in an extremely low and gentle voice, "People cannot be resurrected after death, and there will be such a day sooner or later. Everyone, go and have a rest, tomorrow will be a busy day."

Jiang Jiashu was still at a loss, as if he hadn't come out of the world where the dean lived. He followed the source of the sound and looked at Liu Yu, his eyes were distracted, and he asked in a low voice, "Does she want me too?"

Liu Yu felt a pain in his heart. Jiang Jiashu was different from them. He used to have a mother, but his mother's love for her son was not as painful as her. She chose to leave Jiashu and seek relief alone.Now, the dean is doing the same, choosing to leave him behind.

In the past, the little Jiashu should have resented his mother, he forced himself not to hate his mother, after all, his mother was such a good mother before.However, even if the precocious Jiang Jiashu didn't understand, he would understand a little bit about their adult world.

Even if her mother didn't know how her brother treated Jiang Jiashu, she knew that Zhang Qingyan didn't like her son at all.Even so, she still chose to seek death alone, leaving Jiang Jiashu alone, facing this unfriendly world.

Because of fear of hatred, I choose to forget, forget all good things, and lose all motives to hate.

Fortunately, the dean brought him here, met this group of friendly people, and let him see what this beautiful world looks like.At the same time, the dean's death meant that Jiang Jiashu was abandoned for the second time.

Liu Yu hugged him gently, and whispered in his ear, "The younger generation always wants to die for the elder, how can I stay with you forever."

Aunt Zhao wiped her tears, forced an ugly and funny smile, and said, "Go and rest, I want to talk to her. The two of us have survived together for so many years, and I feel uncomfortable if we don't talk for a while."

While talking, Aunt Zhao's tears came out again. Unlike the dean, Aunt Zhao wiped her tears at every turn.Aunt Zhao has a tough temper, and when she encounters trouble, she will instinctively put on a tough stance to protect the group of people behind her.

This time, Aunt Zhao was really sad. Fortunately, these children have grown up, and without this middle-aged woman's blind support, she can cry freely, and it is not the worst.

Liu Yu went over and hugged Aunt Zhao fiercely, "Don't cry, it won't look good if you cry any more."

Aunt Zhao smiled through her tears, her face was covered with tears, she slapped Liu Yong on the back with one hand, and cursed, "You brat, get out of here."

Liu Wei was not afraid of beating, instead he came down seriously and said, "You still have our entire orphanage." This is what the director told me back then, and now I give it to you.

Aunt Zhao was on the verge of crying again, Liu Yong took a pack of tissues from the table and put them in Aunt Zhao's hand, "You should wipe it first, it's all a cat face."

Aunt Zhao took out a tissue to wipe her face, and said softly, "Let's go, let me stay a little longer."

Liu Yong took Jiang Jiashu's hand and led him out.Hu Fei was still smoking outside, with a cigarette held between his fingertips, and he disappeared after three or four puffs.

When Liu Yu passed by, he paused, and led Jiashu closer to Hu Fei.

Liu Wei snatched Hu Fei's cigarette, threw it on the ground and stamped it out. The calmness just now disappeared without a trace, and he almost growled and said, "You have prepared for it a long time ago. Who will show you who is so half-dead now?! She is so powerful Man, why do you have a grandson like you!"

Hu Fei raised his head, his bloodshot eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and stared at Liu Yu viciously, "You knew it a long time ago? Then what right do you have to question me? I'm useless, what did you do again?! Before she died Didn't even get to see you!"

Liu Wei sneered, "At least I won't pollute the air here half-dead like you!"

After speaking, Liu Yong led Jiang Jiashu away.

Liu Yong took him into the room to sleep, into the hut where they slept for several years.

Jiang Jiashu was led obediently by him all the time, and when he got to the bed, Liu Yu saw that he was still unresponsive, so he simply carried him to the bed and helped him take off his shoes and socks.

Liu Yong moved his hand to Jiashu's neck, trying to undo the first button of his shirt, but before he could untie it, his hand was suddenly grabbed by another cold hand. Jiang Jiashu seemed to come back to his senses, and he said, "You don't need it." untie."

Liu Yu held his hand instead and asked, "Why is it still so cold?"

Jiang Jiashu broke free, and in front of him, he unbuttoned his shirts one by one, put on the pajamas next to the bed, untied the belt himself, put on the pajama pants, and got into bed.

Liu Yu watched him change without saying a word, and waited for him to go to bed, then took off his own clothes, turned off the light, and got in together.

There is really not enough space for two people to squeeze into a single bed, especially Liu Yong's shoulders are wide and his body is long, taking up an astonishing area of ​​the bed, the two of them have to be side by side.

Liu Wei moved his fingers over quietly, and groped for Jiang Jiashu's hand in the dark. Those hands were still cold, and Liu Wei held them tightly, trying to warm them.

Jiang Jiashu didn't refuse, or rather, didn't respond.

Liu Yu turned over suddenly, hugged Jiang Jiashu with his whole body, and pressed him into his arms.Jiang Jiashu didn't struggle, Liu Yu lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "I want you forever, and I will never abandon you. I will definitely die later than you, and I won't give you the chance to be abandoned by me."

Jiang Jiashu remained silent in the dark, and Liu Yong hugged him tightly.

When Jiang Jiashu woke up, Liu Wei was no longer there, leaving a note for everyone about the funeral.

After that, everyone came back one after another, with a strange sense of heaviness, and calmly buried the dean.

At the funeral, everyone wept uncontrollably, Hu Fei and Jiang Jiashu stood in the middle expressionlessly, while Liu Yu did not come back.