The invulnerability of fast wear

Patter, drizzle.

Yan Qiyu looked at the man beside him holding a black umbrella.

With a white paper flower pinned to his chest, he stood calmly beside the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, watching him bend down to put down a bouquet of white roses in front of the grave, and then firmly supported the man's shaking body, the whole body Throughout the funeral he was remarkably reliable.

The two exchanged a few words in a low voice during this gap of contact. The handsome man wearing glasses looked in her direction, and the stray hair scattered on his forehead made him look haggard, but he still tried his best to restrain some emotions, Restrainedly greeted her:

"sister."

Yan Qiyu nodded to him.

Yan Song is not her real younger brother, they are weakly related by blood, originally they were only half-siblings, but when she was in high school, a huge family change caused her to let go of her original grievances, and be on par with the time. The young brother depended on each other for life.

Since her father left, her stepmother has resisted the pressure of foreign debt collection and led them into hiding. The only thing she can rejoice is that she has not been abandoned, but that may be the only thing worth remembering in the most unfortunate life.

The stepmother who suffers from depression and mania is not an ideal parent. Her young brother suffered from aphasia after being beaten violently. She could only grit her teeth and climb up desperately. Fortunately, Mr. Only with a helping hand, she was able to send her stepmother to a nursing home and take her younger brother to Japan, preventing the deterioration of his mental illness in time.

Facing Yan Song, she looked at it more with the sense of responsibility of "the elder sister is like a mother"-this is the first time she has returned to China since Yan Song became an adult, and it may also be the last time.

She is pleased with his growth.

This means that they will say goodbye to their old life and start a new life with each other.

"Xiao Song." She said, "I want to chat with Mr. Wu."

Yan Song was a little dazed, but the man beside him answered in time:

"Yes, Miss Yan."

She watched the man hand the umbrella to Yan Song, and whispered to him to drive out the car first, Yan Song nodded slightly, looked at her with a little worry, and when he walked away step by step, he frequently used various small movements to convey " Don't embarrass him" message.

Although the occasion was wrong, she still couldn't help showing a smile from the corner of her mouth.

……

It was Wu Xie who was driving the car when he went back.

He seemed to be preoccupied, frowning as he looked at the congested road in front of him, he tapped the steering wheel with his index finger, and his ring ring shone silver in the light.

Yan Song didn't show his nervousness on his face, but just pretended to be casual and said:

"I'll drive the next section of the road. If you want to do something, take the co-pilot."

Unexpectedly, Wu Xie did not refuse, but nodded uncharacteristically in response:

"it is good."

Yan Song subconsciously lifted the mirror frame, and after a moment of silence, he unfastened his seat belt and pushed the door to get out of the car. The two quickly exchanged positions. The man sitting in the co-pilot really propped his chin and began to meditate. That is another world that no one can reach. , is the depths of the brain only filled with independent thoughts.

……

Wu Xie was recalling why Yan Song had the nickname "Sweet Potato" in the department.

He easily remembered that when he was a postgraduate tutor, there were few students and everyone was of the same age, so they would often come to his house for dinner. As his last student, Yan Song naturally participated in such activities .

In his impression, Yan Song was always alone, and he seemed relatively silent in the lively atmosphere.

At that time, he also had a girlfriend, a girl he had been in the same class as when he entered school at the age of 14. She had a lively personality and would squeeze into the kitchen and tell him in private that Yan Song seemed to like eating sweet potatoes.

Wu Xie remembered that he seemed to have memorized the recipes about sweet potatoes... Speaking of which, he did have the habit of jotting down things in various books, mostly recipes. I made a record, and later lent that notebook to a student, and it may be difficult to get it back now.

But as for the source of Yan Song's nickname, he vaguely remembered that he was cooking in the kitchen, and suddenly remembered that he could eat the raw sweet potatoes he bought, and when he poked his head out to look at the living room, he saw his girlfriend chatting with Yan Song , when looking into the amber pupils of the other party, somehow his tongue got stuck, and he shouted inexplicably:

"sweet potato."

He actually realized that he was calling Yan Song, but his brain short-circuited, he couldn't control his words, and shouted "Sweet Potato" anxiously. When everyone didn't understand what he was doing, Yan Song suddenly got what he needed , and immediately got up to look for sweet potatoes in the refrigerator. This oolong ended with hilarious laughter from everyone, and Yan Song got the nickname of "sweet potatoes".

Later...all the students left the school to work, only Yan Song stayed behind and continued to follow him.

He became the mentor's deputy in the Honkai project, and just when he felt that his job was stable and wanted to confirm a relationship, his girlfriend who had been preparing for a study abroad plan for a whole year and planned to go abroad for further study suddenly broke up with the reason: I think you are abnormal.

He was completely bewildered.

The box in his pocket was squeezed softly by him. He was afraid of being heard by the other party, so he quickly let go. His girlfriend was still smiling, and patted him on the shoulder as they had known each other a long time ago, and said in a low voice:

"Wu Xie, haven't you noticed that you are abnormal?"

"You don't love me, you just need a girlfriend, and then treat her well according to the procedure, and when you feel that the other party can become your wife, you prepare a gift and propose according to the procedure."

She said slightly mockingly:

"Aren't you tired of maintaining these superficial skills?"

He didn't even know how he left. That day he stood in front of the vending machine in the community, and kept inserting coins to buy wine like a machine. After getting drunk, he woke up in the early morning and found himself sleeping in front of the house. Awoke from the cold.

The heart is full of subtle emotions.

——Even if I treat you well according to the procedure, I have treated you well for so many years.

He was a little unwilling, and he thought in a little confusion: Am I wrong?

After half a year, he devoted himself to work, and later, Yan Song was invited to join. One day, the project was too late, and he asked Yan Song to clean up and eat supper. At that time, the young man looked at him with rather scrutinizing eyes. With a slight sharpness.

"Don't you need to go home and coax your girlfriend first?"

"What girlfriend." The man who picked up the coat turned off the light, "It's been a long time."

The lens was raised sharply by the fingertips, and the indifferent young man suddenly smiled in the darkness:

"Then I'll go to the teacher's house to sleep tonight, so that I can drop by tomorrow when I come here."

"Okay, let's go."

The memory came to an abrupt end at the moment when the traffic lights changed.

The man with the light and shadow reflected by the gold mirror is holding the steering wheel and waiting patiently. There is also a silver ring flashing on his ring finger. A section of the delicate dial of a lady's watch is exposed on his wrist, which is a perfect pair with the men's watch on Wu Xie's wrist.

correct.

Wu Xie suddenly realized that after that night, Yan Song's attitude seemed to be different from before.

Yan Song, who didn't know what his partner was thinking, turned the steering wheel and said suddenly:

"I want to eat water spinach tonight."

"Okay, let's go to the supermarket to buy."

The red marks at the corners of Yan Song's eyes faded slightly, the corners of his mouth raised a very small arc, and he replied softly:

"Ah."

The author has something to say:

Fanwai is also bald, I wish everyone a happy National Day!