Rebirth is more than a year old

The guests of the past life house were sent away in the shortest time, and misty white gauze was hung on the gate. On the last day of the new year, it snowed, and the snowflakes fell one after another. The lampshade of the tile headlight also stopped in front of the bedroom door where Ye Su lived before his death.Like cotton and flowing clouds, so pure white that it has never been polluted.

Xiang Nan has been sitting in Ye Su's room all this time, dazed, not knowing what to think, the room has lost Ye Su's breath due to people coming and going, Xiang Nan leans against the place where they used to sit At the edge of the dining table, looking at the empty carved bed, Yan Jun said that after Ye Su died, he hoped to be buried at sea, and he did not want to be buried in the dark underground, unable to see the light, and to be bitten by insects.To scatter his ashes into the sea and drift with the current, so that he can reach the far place he longs for but has never been.

According to the local custom, the coffin should be kept at home for three days after death.

Xiang Nan hoped that Ye Su's coffin would never be carried away, so that it could be integrated with this past life. Thinking of this, he grabbed Yan Jun who was passing by, and said in a hoarse voice, "Bury Ye Su in the backyard. Come here, there are unbeaten flowers all year round, if you are accompanied by these flowers and plants, Ye Su should not feel lonely." When he spoke, his eyes were empty, like the surface of a lake without reflection, looking at it from a distance In the past, it was all a blur, but the tone was very firm, and the fingers holding the corner of Yan Jun's clothes burst out a few blue meridians, too hard.

Yan Jun sighed, and was about to speak, when Feng Li came in from the door, walked over and gently broke Xiang Nan's hand holding Yan Jun, and said softly, "He longed for freedom all his life, Xiang Nan, Let's give it to him."

Song Chen came in a hurry when it was close to twelve o'clock in the morning, and looked at the people in the room who were relatively speechless.

It was dark and it was dawn.

Xiang Nan has always maintained that sitting posture, with an empty expression.Feng Li knew that he was sad, so he didn't say anything, but just sat quietly by the side to accompany him.Song Chen stood outside the house, smoking one cigarette after another. The smoke filled the entire yard, but it still didn't stop.

Yan Jun came in and said that the people from the funeral parlor had arrived, and Xiang Nan had a little expression on his face. He propped himself on the table and wanted to stand up, but because he had been sitting for too long, he couldn't feel his feet. Feng Li hurriedly got up and hugged him up, and then I followed Yan Jun out of Ye Su's house.

Ye Su's coffin was parked in the lobby of the Past Life Residence. As soon as Xiang Nan walked in, the huge inscription immediately rushed into his sight.

Xiang Nan closed his eyes, and at this moment, he still had the illusion of being in a dream.Ye Su is not dead, he is still alive and well, and he can still stand in the room and recite poems.

Half-rolled Hunan curtains and half-closed doors, rolling ice for soil and jade for basins.

Stealing the pear core is three-point white, and borrowing a ray of soul from the plum blossom.

The immortals in the Moon Cave sew onyx sleeves, and the autumn girls wipe away the traces of their cries.

She is shy and silently complaining to someone, tired leaning on the west wind and fainting in the night.

The Lingtai was built high, and Ye Su's photo was placed in the middle.He is a good-looking man, with truly picturesque features, Junxiu Qingliang, eyes full of wisdom, even when he is not smiling, he can make people feel kind and warm.

Xiang Nan caressed the person in the photo and was in a trance when he suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the gate.

Feng Li and Yan Jun walked out first, turned their heads to the south, continued to look at Ye Su in the photo, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I think he has the right to know about this."

In a blink of an eye, Yan Hao rushed in, his eyes were bloodshot, and his clothes were in a mess.Feng Li and Yan Jun didn't really stop him, they were all dead, so why stop him.

When Yan Hao walked into the mourning hall, his steps stopped and he didn't dare to go any further.

Xiang Nan turned around and said to him, "Come and see him for the last time."

Hearing this, Yan Hao walked over slowly, his eyes glued to the black coffin in the middle, and then he put his hand on the coffin lid and pushed it lightly, the coffin lid let out a low roar, and opened in response, Yan Hao Hao bit his lower lip, his whole body trembling violently, and with trembling fingers, he pushed the coffin lid completely away, and the person lying inside appeared in front of his eyes completely.

"Brother." Xiang Nan heard his fluffy voice coming slowly, like some kind of carefulness deliberately kept out of fear.

People who are really sad can't cry, they just cry silently, until the tears converge into a river and flow to the sea.Standing on the side to the south, holding Ye Su's photo, he watched intently Yan Hao standing beside the coffin, bent down very slowly and lightly, and hugged Ye Su lying inside who had lost his breath, and then Xiang Nan heard him say, "Brother, I like you."

The two saddest things in life are life and death.

From Xiang Nan's point of view, life is better than death. At least, you know that person is alive, even if he is not in front of your eyes, he must live a quiet and beautiful life in a corner.

Farewell is despair in another sense.

When a person dies, there is nothing left but memories.

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Yesu's funeral was on Wednesday, a rainy day.

The rain curtain is like a curtain from far to near, the rain is not heavy, but standing in the rain like that, it is easy to get wet clothes and shoes and socks.

Not many people attended the funeral, only a few of Ye Su's former friends.

Feng Li drove over to Xiangshengju to pick up Xiangnan early in the morning. When he arrived, Xiangnan was already standing in front of the gate of Xiangshengju. Yan Hao and Yan Jun were standing beside him. Yan Hao was holding a black box in his hand. That was Ye Su.

Feng Li held the umbrella and walked to the eaves, took Xiang Nan into his arms and walked into the rain. Before getting into the car, Xiang Nan suddenly said, "Can you turn around?"

Feng Li frowned slightly, and turned his back as he said.

The next second, he felt a warm body leaning over his back, and a thin and dense voice came from behind him, a voice that was deliberately hidden under his tongue, and Xiang Nan's hands grabbed his coat On both sides, with his forehead pressed against his back, Feng Li felt his body trembling violently.Feng Li immediately wanted to turn around, but was stopped by Xiang Nan, who said hoarsely, "Don't look."

Feng Li straightened his body, even through the thick cloth, he could still feel the wetness on his back, like hot oil, pouring on it, burning Feng Li's heart.

Feng Li said, "Xiang Nan, cry out loud."

Xiang Nan is still depressed, unwilling to make his sadness and sadness public.

Feng Li's patience seemed to be exhausted at last, he even turned around rudely, raised Xiang Nan's shoulders, and said sharply, "Cry out! How long are you going to suppress it!"

Xiang Nan was stunned by the roar, and forgot to respond in a daze, two lines of tears overflowed from his eyes, gradually surging up.Song Chen said that Xiang Nan was the most irritating when he was crying. Sadness was written all over his face, but he just opened his eyes and wept silently. Those voices seemed to be deliberately suppressed in his throat. In the novel, once it is released, it will be the end of the world, so the people watching it are extremely annoyed, and have the urge to make him cry.

Feng Li also knew that he was too fierce just now, so he rubbed the back of Xiang Nan's head helplessly and distressedly, and said softly: "It will be better if you cry."

Xiang Nan raised his eyes and looked at him, the Feng Li in his sight was divided into many petals, serious, cautious, gentle, smiling, all the Feng Li was blurred and clear in front of his eyes, and repeated again and again, finally, Xiang Nan raised his hand Covering his cheeks, he burst into tears.

That voice seemed to have been hidden for many years, but today because of Feng Li's gentle words, it suddenly broke out.

A sad smile appeared on Feng Li's face, and then he pressed the man into his arms.

After Shen Qinglan and Song Chen arrived, they set off from the past life house and drove for nearly two hours before arriving at a nearby sea.

The rain had stopped, and a few people stood on a rock and scattered Ye Su in the black box into the sea.

The turbulent sea water that seemed to drown people at any time quickly swallowed everything about Ye Su. Yan Hao knelt on the ground, and a lot of white hair grew on his head overnight.

The strong sea breeze messed up everyone's hair, Xiang Nan couldn't speak a word, Feng Li hugged him gently from behind, and whispered in his ear: "Ye Su is free, we should do it for him!" feel happy."

"Yes," Yan Jun took the words, his amber eyes were hidden behind the blurred lenses, "I am finally free."

On the way back, Xiang Nan didn't speak a word, Feng Li didn't open his mouth either, the carriage was as quiet as a tomb, Feng Li turned his head to look at him several times, and found that Xiang Nan hid himself behind his black collar, naked|exposed In sight are half-closed eyes.

"When a person dies, there is nothing left." After a while, Xiang Nan's voice came from inside the carriage.

Feng Li paused while holding the steering wheel, and said, "There are still memories."

In the silent space, Feng Li heard Xiang Nan seem to laugh, the short laughter was fleeting, and then he heard him say: "What's the use of memories?"

Feng Li was speechless for a moment.

Xiang Nan is right. Memories are nothing more than illusions of the living. Strictly speaking, they are useless. However, "Some people can live their entire lives relying on memories."

Xiang Nan finally turned his head, his big and black eyes were as foggy, and his tone was calm and peaceful, "One day we will die too, can you live on memories?"

Feng Li looked back at him, and after a while, he suddenly freed a hand to hold the hand on his knee, and his soft voice was like fine silk, wrapping him tightly, "No, if you I'm dead, I'll follow you right away."

Xiang Nan didn't speak, but just stared straight at him. Maybe his eyes were too focused, which made a thick-skinned person like Feng Li feel embarrassed. He was wondering whether to show weakness by himself, when he suddenly heard Xiang Nan say, "You have to remember what you said today."

Feng Li nodded with a smile, leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth, his voice was seductive, "I will."