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He hadn't heard such a voice for a long time.

The last time he heard this voice was when he had just left the country. He played a video to show his grandma where he lived, showing off the tomato egg noodles he had just learned to make, and reassuring grandma that he would surely succeed.

The old man on the other side of the video looked at him with a smile in the wrinkles at the end of his eyes.

Leaving his father and elder brother who always wanted to put him to death, in a strange and novel environment, the young Si Hanjue plucked up his courage and looked forward to the future.

He washed the tableware alone in the rental house, and in his fantasy of the future, he heard the sound of foam breaking for the first time.

Like a group of little people applauding and cheering for him.

That voice fell into my ears, and I never forgot it.

Now, the voice was heard again.

Is it because the current state of mind is the same as before, full of expectations for the future?

Si Hanjue smiled lightly.

very nice.

After washing the dishes, Si Hanjue walked out of the kitchen, and was surprised to find that Tang Xiaotang had cleaned the whole room, the quilts in the bedroom were neatly folded, the windows were opened, and the fresh morning breeze was blowing in with a hint of coolness. Light and sweet aroma.

In the living room, a large piece of sunlight pours in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the bright powder dances, casting a gentle golden shadow on every part of this Liao Leng space.

The young man was curled up on the sofa, a soft and small ball. When he looked back, the hair that was raised up in his heart shook, and the sky was bright behind him, and the stroked light imaged a pair of dazzling wings.

Tang Xiaotang's eyes were slightly bent, catching the morning sun and the breeze, forming a small corner of the universe.

In a room, a couple.

Someone took good care of this sheltered place with him.

Once it was just a house, a luxurious but empty house, now it is called home.

"It's getting late," Tang Xiaotang turned his head, and the little hairy hair on the top shook accordingly. The young man said sweetly, "Is the master going to work?"

"Not going to work," Si Hanjue pursed his lips, "I'll take you to a place today."

"Oh?" Tang Xiaotang's eyes lit up, "Where are you going?"

Si Hanjue was silent for a long time before he said slowly, "Xiaotang, today is grandma's death day."

Grandma's death day?

Tang Xiaotang was startled, stood up awkwardly, and looked at Si Hanjue blankly, "Then...then we're going...to see grandma?"

Si Hanjue, "Yes,"

"Well, what if... what if grandma doesn't like me?"

"In case... in case..."

Tang Xiaotang panicked, her little heart was pounding in her chest, and there was a noisy and tense echo.

So... are you going to see grandma now?

The most important and only relative of the master?

But...but...

Looking at the calm master, Tang Xiaotang suddenly felt a huge grievance and panic.

"Grandma will like me." Tang Xiaotang raised his eyes and stared at him without blinking, "Master, don't forget, Tang is a boy."

Si Hanjue's eyes flickered slightly, and he stroked Tang Xiaotang's limp hair.

"rest assured."

Tang Xiaotang's round eyes blinked, and with boundless courage for no reason, she nodded seriously.

In the middle of the morning, the originally clear sky slowly darkened.

The dark clouds cover the sky without anyone noticing, turning the taste of all families into a piece of gray.

On a cloudy day in late autumn, the cold wind blows away from nowhere, blowing away the warmth in the hearts of the people, making the sky and the earth sad and gloomy.

Lin Luming was buried in the best cemetery in Beijing. The huge cemetery was soaked in wind and dark clouds. It was empty and gloomy. There was no life in the green vegetation, but endless sadness. The air was gray, and the neat tombstones stretched as far as the eye could see. It is still a tragic gray.

When they went, there was no one in the cemetery, it was clear and cold, unlike the Ching Ming and Double Ninth Festival, even places like the cemetery are bustling, and the living people celebrate the festival of the dead, which cannot be said to be a memorial ceremony The dead, or comfort the living.

Si Hanjue bought flowers at a flower shop outside the cemetery. The owner of the flower shop was a gray-haired old woman who looked very familiar to Si Hanjue. Huaci looked curiously at Tang Xiaotang who was waiting outside the door.

"It's the first time I've seen you bring someone here in so many years." The old lady wrapped the rose with a handful of baby's breath and wrapped it in a few old and yellowed newspapers with a smile. The rose petals were dripping with water, and they fell silent It sinks into the newspaper without interest, leaving a few tear-like spots.

Si Hanjue glanced outside the shop.

The boy was wearing his long windbreaker, wrapped tightly, standing in the wind, solemnly looking at the cemetery in the distance.

"A very important person, here to see the parents." Si Hanjue took the bouquet and asked with a smile, "What do you think?"

The old man smiled very kindly, "Your grandma must like it."

"Thank you." Si Hanjue thanked him softly, walked outside the store, took Tang Xiaotang's hand, and smiled at him with his head down, "Still nervous?"

Tang Xiaotang's face was tense, her little hands curled up in Si Hanjue's palm, "Will grandma like me?"

"Tang is a boy, does it really matter?"

"It's okay." Si Hanjue clenched the boy's fingers reassuringly, holding the bouquet in one hand, "You can send flowers to grandma later, okay?"

The man's voice was gentle, with a little rustle, low and moving, and he was talking with his earlobe in his mouth.

Tang Xiaotang took a deep breath, her face was tense, feeling uneasy.

Si Hanjue looked at his reaction a little funny.

So what if you like it or not.

What else can a person who has passed away do except accept it.

But he knew grandma would love it.

This is the person he chooses to spend his life with, regardless of gender, grandma will definitely like it.

It's just... It would be even better if it was a sober Tang Tang.

Si Hanjue was hiding something in his heart, and he took Tang Xiaotang to grandma's tombstone in silence all the way.

He has walked the road from the flower shop to the cemetery for many years and countless times, knowing the location of every corner almost with his eyes closed.

But this time is different, different from the mourning and silence in the past, this time, there seems to be a little bit of annunciation.

He brought the most important person in the rest of his life to meet his only relative.

Lin Luming's tombstone is only a little old, but it is clean and does not attract dust. There is no weed around the tomb. It seems that someone often comes to clean it. In front of the tombstone is a bunch of white roses that have not completely withered, as if sending flowers The people have not gone far.

Si Hanjue squatted down, put the old bouquet aside, looked back at Tang Xiaotang who was at a loss, "Come here."

Tang Xiaotang hugged the bouquet and swallowed nervously.

The round deer eyes of the young man looked at the smiling, kind and dignified old man on the tombstone in panic.

"Grandma...Grandma is good!"

Tang Xiaotang lowered her head, bent down at [-] degrees, and bowed deeply to the old man.

"I'm... I'm Tang Xiaotang!" The young man's voice was slightly louder, and his soft voice trembled like plucked strings.

Tang Xiaotang rolled her eyes uneasily, and stood in a standard posture like a primary school student under the Five Star Red banner, solemnly holding the flower in her arms, stepped forward, her knees softened, and she knelt down on the ground with a slump.

The bouquet in his arms flew out, and landed in front of Lin Luming's tombstone steadily and accurately.

Tang Xiaotang raised his head, and the old man looked at him with a smile, his brows and eyes were full of kindness.

The tip of the boy's nose was covered with dust, and his crystal pupils looked at Si Hanjue in surprise.

The corners of Si Hanjue's lips were pursed and stiffened, he tried his best to hold back the smile, and helped the boy up.

"What a great gift, how can grandma not like you."

A touch of rouge-like red floated on the cheekbones, Tang Xiaotang was embarrassed, and grabbed Si Hanjue's sleeve, "Really?"

"real."

Si Hanjue held his hand, pulled the boy into his arms, kissed him on the top of his hair, and said quietly, "Grandma, this is the one I chose."

Pick someone to spend your life with.

The desolate wind seemed to have calmed down, and the empty cemetery was silent.

Lin Luming looked at him silently. After a long time, the wind picked up, slightly warm, and gently brushed Si Hanjue's cheek.

Si Hanjue lowered his eyes and hugged the boy in his arms tightly.

"Xiaotang." Si Hanjue kissed Tang Xiaotang's earlobe, "You said before that you liked me, didn't you?"

The tip of her red and soft tongue subconsciously licked her lips, and Tang Xiaotang's mouth became a little dry in an instant.

"Sugar has said it countless times!!"

"Sugar doesn't like the master, but Tang loves the master!!"

"Tang wants to be with the master for the rest of his life."

Tang Xiaotang snorted, "The master is bad, how can the master pretend not to know that Tang loves you!"

Si Hanjue frowned sadly.

no.

not like this.

It was Tang Tang's 21st birthday, and the young man did not know how many times he deleted it before he carefully sent him a message: Mr. Si, today is my birthday, can you have dinner with me tonight.

Perhaps because he was afraid that Si Hanjue would be upset when he was disturbed, Tang Tang immediately posted a message: The school held a comprehensive quality competition of traditional Chinese medicine, and I won the first prize. I want to celebrate with Mr. Si.

It's a competition and a birthday, I don't know which one I want to celebrate.

Or maybe both are excuses.

That day, Si Hanjue was about to leave the country for business, he had already arrived at the airport, and the plane had an hour to take off.

The man had a high fever of 39 degrees, and his eyes were dry and red. He braced his body to discuss an extremely important business. In the blurred double image on the screen, he replied expressionlessly: I want to go abroad.

There was complete silence.

After waiting for the plane to land, Si Hanjue turned on his phone, only to receive a sad-looking message.

Tang Tang: Oh.

Si Hanjue pursed his lips.

The return flight was supposed to be the next afternoon. Because of a bad cold and jet lag, he wanted to finish his business talk and take a good rest in the hotel before returning home. Si Hanjue kneaded his brows when he saw the mournful "Oh". , Until a blood-oozing scar was pinched, Jiang Yu was immediately notified to buy a ticket to return home at night.

Jiang Yu cared about his health. He not only booked a hotel, bought good medicine, but even made an appointment with a doctor. He was shocked when he heard this, "I'm going back to China at night? Is it okay?"

"Boss, I'll help you push tomorrow's work for a whole day, don't delay things, your body is important..."

Si Hanjue interrupted his rambling, "Will you buy it or not?"

"Buy." Jiang Yu sighed, "Senior, you are working too hard."

When I got on the plane, I had a high fever of 39 degrees. I took cold medicine temporarily, and fell asleep in country M. When I got off the plane, I went straight to the other party's company. Benefit.

For five full hours, when Si Hanjue walked out of the other party's company, Si Hanjue staggered a few steps. When he raised his eyes, birds flew across the long sky, and the whole world spun.

The annoying headache started to play tricks again.

On the street in a foreign country, he bent down in pain, put his hands on his knees, and almost fainted to the ground.

He can't even remember how he appeared downstairs in Tang Tang's dormitory.

Tang Tang who received the call was as happy as a child, and ran out of the dormitory wearing shorts, her thin and beautiful body was cool and comfortable, and when she threw herself into Si Hanjue's arms, it brought a gust of cool wind.

"Go change clothes and have dinner together." Si Hanjue's voice was slightly hoarse, dry as hell.

Tang Tang changed into a white sweater, which was clean and free from dust, and happily followed behind Si Hanjue, "Didn't you say you were going abroad? Why did you come back? Mr. Si, I am so happy."

The young man blushed with joy, chattering and not knowing how to express it, he didn't notice Si Hanjue's sick expression until he got in the car.

It was Jiang Yu who drove the car that day. He helplessly looked at the joyous young man in the rearview mirror, and blamed him, "Tang Tang, Boss is sick and wants to spend your birthday with you. Are you good?"

Tang Tang opened his eyes wide, and went to help Si Hanjue in fear, "Mr. Si, are you sick?"

"A little headache." Si Hanjue patted the back of his hand, "It's fine."

He arranged the best restaurant in Beijing and set the best location. This is the second time the two have eaten together. When Tang Tang sat down, his hands were full of sweat, his face was filled with guilt, his eyes were foggy, and he spoke softly. Said sorry.

"Okay," Si Hanjue stroked his hair, "I have an old problem, you should study hard, maybe you can cure me in the future."

"Old problem?" Tang Tang knew for the first time that Mr. Si still had a stubborn disease, so he hurriedly asked what was going on.

Si Hanjue picked and said a few words about the symptoms, and told him the results of the treatment of bipolar disorder, "Psychological, but I really don't want to take those medicines."

Eating those things is just a temporary suppression. The more you eat, the more serious the aftereffects are, and the pain becomes more and more painful every time.

Tang Tang's eyebrows and eyes were serious, and he kept those symptoms in his heart word by word.

After chatting for a few words, the two ate in silence.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but the headache became more and more serious, barely maintaining the balance as fragile as a strand of hair, disturbing him to the core.

He didn't speak, neither did the boy.

After an unknown period of time, all the lights suddenly went out.

In the darkness, Tang Tang's breathing suddenly became heavier, and his whole body broke out in a cold sweat. He instinctively reached out and grabbed Si Hanjue's arm.

In the dark, the only person who can make him feel at ease.

He is afraid of the dark.

scared to death.

Almost with the strength of grasping the driftwood in the water, Si Hanjue felt a little pain from being caught, and subconsciously held his hand.

The next second, a happy birthday song came from the darkness, and a slowly rotating Xinghai light effect was cast overhead. The waiter pushed a trolley to deliver a happy 21st birthday cake, and said gracefully, "Happy birthday to you."

Only then did Tang Tang know that Mr. Si had prepared a surprise for him.

The heart fell back into the chest, Tang Tang took two deep breaths, and smiled embarrassedly.

In the bright candlelight and the fireworks of fairy wands, Tang Tang smiled, and his fear and uneasiness turned into touching embarrassment. In the bright sea of ​​lights, he held Si Hanjue's palm instead.

"Mr. Si, thank you, you are very kind."

The young man smiled charmingly, "I don't know how to thank you."

Si Hanjue gently opened his hand, and forced a smile in the worsening headache, "Happy birthday, let's make a wish."

"Mr. Si." Tang Tang's eyes flickered, "My birthday wish is to be with Mr. Si."

"I thought about it, I really don't deserve Mr. Boss, but this is the first time I like someone."

"Mr. Si, I'm very timid, but I want to be brave once because of Mr. Si."

"I have thought about it for a long time, and I have prepared for a long time. I have imagined the moment when I dared to say these words to Mr. Si countless times. Just now, I suddenly felt that now is the best time."

"It's me...it's my first birthday, ha, it's hard to imagine, but it's what it is."

"At that moment just now, I will never forget the appearance of Mr. Si in the candlelight."

"I... I really like Mr. Si."

"Is it okay, Mr. Si?"

Si Hanjue shook his head slowly.

That shaking of his head made his brain feel like it had been hammered by a heavy hammer.

He said, "Don't discuss this issue today."

Such a question shouldn't be brought up so hastily when he has a headache and can't think about it.

Si Hanjue pressed his temples and rubbed them, "Xiao Tang, let's talk about this another day."

Another day, wait for him to wake up, wait for Tang Tang to get ready, wait for everything to be the best, and then seriously think about it.

The young man blinked, a star of tears shattered into mist and hung on his eyelashes.

A small rainbow bloomed in the bottom of his eyes, making Si Hanjue's face suddenly distant to an untouchable distance, Tang Tang smiled sadly, "I see, Mr. Si."

Si Hanjue didn't speak any more, after dinner, he asked someone to send Tang Tang back.

But until the inexplicable drowning coma, Tang Tang never mentioned this matter again.

On the contrary, Mr. Si was very concerned about his illness. He learned countless complicated massage techniques, read countless medical classics, and asked Dr. Cui countless times.

During the internship, I also helped Mr. Si massage, but the effect was limited.

No one knows what his final research results will be.

On the contrary, Si Hanjue didn't take the headache to heart. He just thought of that day, the boy's gaze gradually dimmed in the candlelight.

But how could he tell Tang Xiaotang who knew nothing about these things.

Tang Xiaotang is a bit shy, but still expresses her love boldly and straightforwardly.

Gummy Bear's feelings are frank and fierce, he is loved so well, he has no sense of inferiority, and will never say "I am not worthy of you".

Tang Xiaotang raised her head and looked at Si Hanjue dissatisfied, "Master, do you want to listen to it again?"

Tang Xiaotang looked at the old man on the tombstone, raised three fingers, and said seriously, "Grandma!"

"My name is Tang Xiaotang, I, I, I... I am a piece of candy!"

Tang Xiaotang turned around and asked in a low voice, "Won't you scare grandma..."

"It won't scare you, candy is so sweet!" The young man comforted himself, turning around again, word by word, "Don't worry, grandma, Tang will take good care of Master! Take care of Master for the rest of his life!"

"A lifetime is a lifetime, Tang will never break his promise!"

The author has something to say: reflect deeply on yourself, try to write more every day, and strive to reach the level of daily six as soon as possible.

感谢在2020-12-0720:08:35~2020-12-0917:12:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Тимошенко 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 3 bottles of books;

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