Inheriting a building, I became the richest man

The wind in the cemetery is very quiet, and the white petals are blown coolly and coolly, and the sound of birds floats lightly from the woods not far away.

Xiao Meng knelt down on one knee and gently placed the bouquet in her hand in front of the tombstone where her parents were buried together, looked up at the two names on the tombstone, and said in a low voice, "Dad, Mom, I won't come to see you alone this year. Let me introduce you, Qi Jun..."

Qi Jun bowed respectfully to the tombstone, "Hi Uncle and Auntie, I am Mengmeng's boyfriend."

Xiao Meng was stunned for a moment, then turned around to meet Qi Jun's eyes in surprise.

dream dream.

That's what his parents used to call him.

Qi Jun's eyes were very warm, warmer than the afternoon sun, as if he was gently hugging him with his eyes.

Xiao Meng put her hands on the tombstone and smiled, "Well, I'm not alone anymore, so don't worry about me anymore."

After knowing the world of ghosts and gods, Xiao Meng felt that this ceremony was more like the sustenance of the living when he visited the tomb again. The souls of the dead may have forgotten everything in their lifetime and entered reincarnation, never forgetting their relatives who are still alive.

Xiao Meng stared downcast in front of the tombstone for a long time. He didn't put his hand on it until Qi Jun handed it to him.

Qi Jun pulled him up vigorously, and the two of them wiped the tombstone with the cleaning tools they brought, and cleaned the dust around the tombstone.

When they left the cemetery, the two walked through the tree-lined path that once staged the annual bloody drama.

Xiao Meng walked slowly under the mottled tree shadows, trying to recall the memories of when she lived with her parents.

The memories that can be recalled are like dead trees in winter, with only a few crisp and thin dry leaves.

Xiao Meng's parents were university professors before they gave birth to him, but after he was born, both of them quit their jobs in the school one after another.

As long as he can remember, his parents have been in and out of the hospital frequently, and the cause is unknown.

The symptoms are similar, and the organs of the whole body are failing year by year due to unknown reasons.

Until his freshman year, they endured countless painful days and nights and finally waited for their son to grow up. As if they couldn't hold on any longer, they passed away within two months.

Therefore, Xiao Meng experienced very little fatherly and motherly love while growing up, and he didn't even have specific clear memories.

Mom and Dad's bodies always look so tired and hard. Every extra day of life seems to be gritting their teeth, as if they are relying on willpower to continue their lives.

They didn't even have the strength to say a few more words to him, and every time they met him in the hospital, they just smiled at him weakly and tiredly, so Xiao Meng always smiled in front of them.

Others think that Xiao Meng is born with a good temper and amiability. Everyone liked him very much when he was in school and wanted to be friends with him.

But very few people can walk into his world and become his true friends.

After entering adolescence, Xiao Meng was very withdrawn for a period of time, and hardly communicated with her peers.

His parents live in the hospital all year round, so he seems to spend his free time every day in the community library.

There are very few young people in community libraries, and most of them are old people who come to read newspapers and periodicals.

One day a gray-haired grandfather sat across from him and said to him: "Son, you must be filial to your parents. You are a lucky person. There are two luckiest things in your life, both of which are related to people. The first Lucky thing has happened, that is, you have a good pair of parents, they are the guardian stars of your life, and they will continue to protect you even after they die. The second person will appear after your parents leave, and he will be the guardian star of your life Venus, accompany you for the rest of your life."

At that time, his parents were seriously ill, and Xiao Meng had been staying with his relatives, and every day seemed like a year.

The meaning of what the old man said was quickly washed away by the long time and was forgotten by him.

Mixed into the meaningless footsteps of life, becoming one of the humble gray shoe prints.

It was Dad who left first.

It was the third week of college. Xiao Meng had just finished his military training, and before he had time to experience college life, he was notified by his relatives and rushed from school to the hospital in the middle of the night.

When Xiao Meng arrived at the hospital, he had already gone, and he couldn't even say the last word to him.

Neither he nor his mother cried.

The whole family seems to have been preparing for this matter for more than ten years, and they live in further psychological preparation every day.

Even my father, who has passed away, seemed to have expected his own death, and I heard that he left very peacefully.

After his father left, Xiao Meng felt inexplicably uneasy. Fortunately, he deliberately went to a university in the same city, just to make it easier for his parents to rush back to take care of them when they needed them.

Every day after class, Xiao Meng has to take the bus for an hour to go to her mother's ward to accompany her overnight.

One night when he was lying on the narrow accompanying bed, the sudden surge of sadness turned into tears gushing out one by one at a certain moment.

Xiao Meng has never shed tears since he can remember. He will always be the most optimistic and strongest child in the eyes of others.

That night, he cried silently with his arms across his eyes under the cover of darkness, so as not to wake up his mother, he even breathed slowly and carefully.

He didn't understand why he was so unlucky.

He thought of the grandfather he met when he was a child, and wanted to go back to the past to refute him.

No, his life wasn't lucky at all.

He's a very, very unfortunate man.

Unfortunately, there is not even a normal home.

His requirements are not high, and he doesn't need his parents to be so kind and gentle to him, how insightful and knowledgeable they are, and they don't even need their emotional harmony.

Even if they quarreled every day, they were fussing over trivial matters every day.

As long as they are healthy, as long as they are healthy.

As long as they live longer and stay with him longer, let him have the troubles that ordinary children would have, instead of no one scolding him since childhood, no one discovering his progress and regression, no one caring about his happiness and happiness. Sad, nothing.

Obviously they were all still there, but they were fragile and quiet as if he was the only one.

"Dream dream."

Mom called him in a low voice on the hospital bed.

Xiao Meng pursed her lips tightly to hold her breath, and quickly and silently wiped away her tears with her sleeves, but her voice was still nasal in the dark, "Huh?"

"Has the university started yet?"

Xiao Meng was stunned for a moment. No one cared about his studies for a long time. I don't know when it started. Going to school seems to be his only thing.

Xiao Meng didn't dare to speak, for fear of being heard, so he tried to speak calmly, "Yes."

Mom's voice was like a cloud of fog floating on the warm water in winter, with a smile on her face, "Big H...your dad and I used to teach there."

Xiao Meng was quiet for a while, "Yes."

"Mengmeng is really good. University H is difficult to take the exam. You really worked hard."

Xiao Meng's nasal voice became heavy again, "...um."

The mother was quiet for a moment, and suddenly moved a little to the side on the hospital bed with difficulty, "Son, mother wants to hug you, can I?"

Xiao Meng hesitated for a moment and fell off the accompanying bed, lay down on her mother's hospital bed, and gently pillowed on her mother's outstretched arm avoiding the infusion tube.

Mom turned sideways with difficulty, hugged him into her arms with the smell of hospital disinfectant on her body, and patted him on the back lightly.

The moment Xiao Meng's back was photographed, Xiao Meng's soul seemed to tremble, and the strong nasal acid suddenly opened his tear ducts.

He endured these tears for 18 years, and he cried a lot in his mother's arms.

Mom left soon after.

Xiao Meng handled the funeral affairs maturely and steadily by himself.

Because there are two chronically ill people in his family, his relatives naturally cut off contact with their family long after he was able to live alone in high school, so he didn't hold a funeral, but bought a cemetery with the last savings left by his parents , The mother's ashes were buried together with the ashes of her father in the funeral home.

"Dream dream."

Xiao Meng suddenly withdrew from the memory and looked back in surprise to the direction from which the voice came.

Mother came out of the kitchen with the dinner plate and looked at him with a smile against the bright window sunlight, "Silly boy, what are you thinking while standing there, come over and serve the dishes."

"This boy, puberty has come, and he has learned to pretend to be cool. This symptom has a name, it's called the second disease, and the word second disease originated in Japan..."

Xiao Meng looked in shock at her father who was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper.

Mother put the dishes on the table, and cast a disgusted look at the father who explained the meaning of the word seriously, "Are you addicted to class? Is it okay to put your professor's set at home and act like a normal loving father? I think you are annoying, Mengmeng always runs out recently, you must be nagging me."

Dad put down the newspaper with a smile and looked at Xiao Meng, "Mengmeng, is Dad nagging? If you have this kind of misunderstanding about Dad, then I must explain it to you. Dad doesn't call it nagging, it's called learning, live Learning from time to time..."

"Shut up!" Mom hilariously covered his mouth with her hands.

Xiao Meng's eyes were red, staring at her parents like two young lovers laughing and fighting, her Adam's apple rolled a few times, "...Dad, Mom."

The two looked at him strangely.

Mother walked over in surprise and patted Xiao Meng on the shoulder, "Oh, why is my baby son crying?" After she finished speaking, she gritted her teeth and glared at her father, "It's up to you, tell you to shut up, my son is already under pressure in his third year of high school. Big, emotionally sensitive, look at your son crying!"

Dad obediently made a movement of zipping his mouth.

Xiao Meng was wearing a blue and white high school summer uniform and was pushed by his mother to sit on the dining chair. His mother worriedly touched his head, "Mengmeng, have you been under too much pressure recently?"

Xiao Meng looked at the dishes made by her mother on the table, and shook her head in disbelief, "...No, I'm fine."

When mom was also seated, dad cleared his throat, put a piece of braised pork ribs in front of Xiao Meng, and said apologetically, "Mengmeng, is dad really nagging recently? It's because dad didn't pay attention to your mood. Be considerate of Dad, when the child enters puberty, it is when the parents enter menopause, and Dad is entering menopause now, and his desire to express is too strong, Dad will pay attention to it in the future."

Xiao Meng looked at the spare ribs in the bowl, looked up at his father's strange but familiar healthy face with a bit of choking, hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, I don't think you nag at all, you can say more, I'd love to hear it."

Dad's eye sockets were a little red, he raised his hand to press his eyes, put another piece of ribs on Xiao Meng, lowered his eyes and nodded, "Good boy, you can bear it for another year, when you go to college and go out to be independent, Dad will I can't nag you anymore."

Talking about my father's tears starting to flow down, I pressed my eyes and sighed, "Oh, so fast, Mengmeng is already in her third year of high school, and soon she will be at the age of leaving home to go to school, I always feel that yesterday Mengmeng just knew how to call 'Daddy' Well, it's really 'ageing time is astonishingly fast'..."

Mom rolled her eyes in disgust, and took a piece of paper from the paper drawer on the table and stuffed it to Dad, "Old Xiao, you are enough, can you still let your son have a good meal?"

Mom put the chopsticks in Xiao Meng's hands, "Don't worry about your dad, he's not menopausal, he's an old literary youth, hypocritical, and he's been like this all his life. Don't eat in the cafeteria at noon, let your dad bring you meals , The mental energy consumption is too high in the third year of high school, you just need nutrition, the food in your school cafeteria is not good."

Dad laughed and said: "I still think I talk too much, but I think you are no less talkative than me."

Mom slapped the chopsticks in her hand on the table, and glanced at Liangliang.

Dad groaned and buried his head in the rice bowl.

Xiao Meng couldn't help laughing, and took a bite of the pork ribs in the bowl under her mother's smiling gaze.

Xiao Meng didn't know what all this was in front of him. In his impression, his mother almost didn't cook because of her weak body.

But he didn't want to pursue why mom and dad would come back to him.

Even if this is a dream, he still wants to live like a normal child in this dream.

As long as the dream is real enough, what is the difference between a real life and a dream?

Xiao Meng put on her schoolbag and put on the shiny white sneakers and went out, and her parents also went out to work.

Dad was wearing a formal suit and glasses, and looked like an academic professor sitting in the car, and his mother was sitting in the co-pilot with elegant makeup and a decent dress, and waved to Xiao Meng who was unlocking the bicycle, "Mengmeng, get in the car, Don't ride a bike today, Mom and Dad don't have class this morning, so they will send you to school."

Xiao Meng stared blankly at the two people in the car, and looked up at the sky. There were sun, clouds, blue in the sky, and even a small white plane passing through the blue.

He could no longer tell which was real and which was a dream.

Xiao Meng sat in the back seat and looked at the two people who were talking about the university's mother's evaluation of the title of professor this year, the corners of her mouth raised high.

Dad held the steering wheel and glanced at Xiao Meng through the rearview mirror, and asked with a smile, "Mengmeng, have you decided which university you want to go to?"

Xiao Meng said without hesitation: "H big."

Dad smiled and said: "Okay, I think it's okay, do you want to come to Dad's liberal arts school?"

Mom clicked, "Mengmeng is an art student, what kind of literature do you study? Besides, I don't want to have another literary youth in my family. Oh, hey, I can bear enough with you. I see, Mengmeng can Come to my mother's art academy, Mengmeng's oil painting skills are good, she can definitely apply for the oil painting major of H University..."

"I want to learn architectural design." Xiao Meng squinted her eyes enjoying the warm summer wind and said.

"Architectural design?" Mom looked back at him and asked with a smile, "Have you already learned about this major?"

Xiao Meng nodded with a smile: "Well, after thinking about it for a long time, I am still most interested in this major."

Dad approved: "Architectural design, well, this major also has great development prospects. It's amazing. My son will be an architect in the future. Then Mengmeng's goal in the future is the Pritzker Prize."

Xiao Meng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes to look at his father in the driver's seat, feeling...he seemed to have forgotten something.

Mom turned back and asked from the front, "Does Mengmeng have a favorite architect? Wait a minute... Let me guess, our mother and son have very similar aesthetics, I guess...you should like Sejima Kazuyo."

Xiao Meng lowered her eyes in a daze and muttered, "Yes, I also like Sejima Kazuyo very much."

"Also?" Mom asked curiously, "Who do you like the most?"

Xiao Meng frowned slightly, looked at her mother in a daze, "I..."

Yes.

His favorite... who is it?

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-11-2723:04:37~2020-11-3022:32:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!