night lights up

The cemetery is very close.

He carried those stones to the car, but didn't put them in the trunk, opened the car door specially, and put them all in the car seat.I said earlier that I was suffering from depression, but he didn’t believe me. I had questions and answers with him, and he couldn’t answer. I didn’t look like a patient at all, even though he saw me secretly taking medicine.

But from his point of view, he still remembers me all these years, still likes me, even came to look for me, and finally found me, he must prefer to believe that I am not sick.I am lively and articulate, like a stupid fox who is neither young nor old. I have no excuse for a tiger, and I am as majestic as him.

I'm a little sad, it's so pitiful, I'm afraid I'll get sick.

But I went crazy for a while, and he couldn't lie to himself.

After confirming that I did suffer from "depression", his attitude changed completely.Not exactly, he's done that to me before.

I didn't go back to the co-pilot again, I said I was not feeling well, he didn't say anything more, he just put on his seat belt and backed up silently.

The Yangtze River flows through the eastern suburbs of the city, and there is a small town next to the river.

This small town is the hometown of my mother and I. The town has a good feng shui, and there is a cemetery in the city built beside the town.It is a commercial cemetery, and the price is much higher than that of public welfare cemeteries.

But at the time, the last thing I needed was money.

After reversing the car, he turned a corner, left the river, and drove west.Drive to the first intersection, turn right again, and drive to the end, which is the entrance of the town.Next to it is the entrance to the highway.The town is rich and the location is good. Even in the middle of the night, there are many vehicles coming and going, most of which are trucks, which transport goods.

Open to the end, there are traffic lights.

I felt the smooth stone in my hand, and he stopped and waited for the red light.I sat diagonally across from him and followed his line of sight to look out.It is the entrance of the expressway. If you go back to Shanghai, you can also get on the expressway from here, all the way east.

After he confirmed that I was sick, he didn't ask any more questions. The car was very quiet on this road.

I think he seems a little nervous and a little scared.

A person like him can only talk about taking me back to Shanghai.Shanghai is his home and the place he trusts the most, so instinctively, he immediately just wanted to take me away, return to the place he trusted the most, and treat me.

He hasn't spoken all the time, what kind of mess is he thinking, making himself so nervous?

Even his back and profile were a little too stiff.

Yes, depression is actually quite scary.How much pressure is there in today's society, and how many people commit suicide because of depression.

I couldn't see him like this, touched the stone, and talked to him: "By the way, what time did you arrive today, have you eaten yet?"

I asked a question that I thought was pretty routine, but he ignored me.

I curled my lips, I was sick, and they didn't come to coax me.

"I'm hungry." I said again.

He moved, let go of the steering wheel, and took out a box of chocolates. Without looking back, he handed it to me: "Eat some. I'll cook noodles for you when I get home."

"..." His words are so tempting, I also want to go home, and I also want to eat noodles.

I didn't say anything, I just took his chocolate, and I didn't forget to say: "I really hate eating chocolate, why do you still like this thing?" While talking, I opened the box of chocolate, which he gave me before That kind of chocolate is also the kind of chocolate he likes to eat.I threw one into my mouth, and continued to dislike it, "It's really hard to eat!"

I glanced at him, and sure enough, he glanced sideways at me somewhat impolitely.

Hehehe, it's just a few words, you must be mad at me again.

In fact, I haven't seen him in ten years, but his fierce appearance is also very cute.

When the light turned green, he didn't look at me anymore and continued driving.

I lay down on the front and directed him: "This is here, here, drive forward..." When I lay down, his back immediately tightened up again, and I deliberately leaned half of my face on his shoulder again, and the shoulder Tight, ha ha ha.I was happy in my heart, and pointed forward, "Turn left, take a big turn, and drive forward, there is a bright spot, do you see it? There are many trees."

His shoulders gradually loosened, and I rubbed against them.

His hands on the steering wheel tightened again.

It's so cute.

Time is running out, and I have nothing to restrain myself, I just want to rub him.I didn't shrink back anymore, and looked at the road ahead with bright eyes. When I reached the door, I immediately said, "It's here, it's here."

I can't rub anymore, I feel very sad.

With a very dull face, I retracted and said happily: "Okay, I'm getting out of the car, and I'm going to see my mother!"

His shoulders tightened again, I had already opened the car door, and I turned around to urge him: "Hurry up—" He was also looking back at me, that look... How can I describe it.

His shoulders were a little slumped, and his face didn't look any better.

He didn't know that I would look back, his expression was undisguised, and I saw it straight.After I saw him, he immediately changed his face, and I had already retracted my head and jumped out of the car.

He also got out of the car.

I pretended nothing happened, we walked in side by side, the garden guard asked and let us in.

As soon as you enter, there is a circular release pool, in which is a statue of Buddha.

I stepped on the edge of the release pond, and he immediately said, "Come down and walk."

I was very obedient this time, jumped down and jumped in front of him.His face changed drastically, and he reached out to help me.I dodged and said, "I'm depressed, not any other disease, what are you doing?"

"..."

I glanced back at him: "Aren't you very fierce at first, you tied me up and threatened me. Knowing that I'm sick, that's how it is, tsk tsk, two faces."

"I'm not--"

"You are nothing!"

"It's nothing, let's go." He had no choice but to guide forward.

It's still good.

When I bought a cemetery and looked at the cemetery, Mr. Yin Yang said how good Feng Shui is here, but I didn't really listen to it.I'm close to half useless, I rely on Brother Jin to support me, and I also rely on Brother Jin to communicate with others.

In the past few years, I have gradually discovered that Feng Shui is really good.

In fact, I was very timid. When I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, I didn't dare to sleep alone.To put it bluntly, I am not afraid of jokes, before my mother had an accident, I had to turn on all the lights in the house when I was sleeping, even though I lived in such a luxurious villa at that time.After the accident, there is no need to pay attention to it.

Poverty is really more serious than everything else, and the problem of timidity comes naturally and disappears.

In the past few years, I have not been short of money, and I have begun to be poor again.

But I often come here alone at night, and I have never been afraid.

Don't people say that ghosts appear in the middle of the night? I even came here at exactly twelve o'clock. The old man guarding the garden was afraid of me and thought I had a brain problem, so he called Brother Jin to take me away.

But my mother never came out to see me.

Must be disappointed in me too.

Ugh.

Feng Shui is very good, walking here, I even feel very stable.

Soon I walked to my mother's cemetery.

I didn't care about Chu Heng, just take a look here and there, it's all well maintained, the flowers in front of the tomb are bright, the ground is clean and smooth, it's worth the money spent.Even if in the next few decades, maybe I will never come here again, I am relieved.

I finished watching and bounced back.I'm happy right now, really happy.

My two favorite people, both are, by my side.

I was so happy that I couldn't help but want to jump.

But I found Chu Heng standing silently in front of my mother's grave, with his head slightly lowered.

As soon as I jumped up, seeing his straight figure, the joy in my body suddenly disappeared.

I jumped back, my feet were on the ground again, and my heart could no longer be at ease.

He didn't look at me, didn't speak, just looked at me for a moment, knelt down and kowtowed three times to my mother.

I didn't stop it, I just stood there stupidly.

He has turned to look at me: "Okay."

I haven't recovered.

He walked up to me, stretched out his hand to pull me, dragged me, and dragged me back to my mother's grave.We both kept facing her, and he said again: "Mom, we'll see you next time, soon."

After he finished speaking, he pulled me around and left.But my feet were nailed to the ground, he pulled my upper body over, my legs and feet didn't move, he pulled again, I almost tripped.He stretched out his hand, as if he was going to hug me, I recovered from my embarrassment, and walked forward first, even forgetting to shake his hand.

After walking a few steps, he held my hand tighter and followed my footsteps.

I shook his hand desperately, but I couldn't shake it anymore.I irritatedly shook it vigorously and walked fast, but he only held my hand harder and walked faster.

The shadows of the two of us are always glued together on the ground.

After finally getting to the door, I was still shaking his hand. The old grandfather who guarded the garden was waiting for the two of us. When he saw us coming out, he came up and said, "Go home?"

How can I care about it, and I still shake his hand like a lunatic.

Chu Heng held me tightly, nailed it to the ground, and nodded to the old man: "I'm home, thank you."

"Come back soon, take good care of him in the future, don't let him always come here in the middle of the night. After all, this is the kind of place." The old man was kind and said a few more words.

Hearing these words, Chu Heng clenched his hands even tighter.He was stuck in place, and I jumped to break free, with him as the center, like a poor animal that couldn't get out of a strange circle.The ring on his hand touched my finger, it hurts a lot.

"It hurts!" I yelled, but he didn't let go of his hand, he just let go of the finger that got stuck, but he still held me tightly.

Chu Heng nodded to the old man again, and pulled me away without looking back.

The cemetery door closed behind us.

He walked to the front of the car, stuffed me into the co-pilot, and quickly fastened my seat belt.

Before I could unlock it, he had already sat on the other side and locked the car door.

I couldn't go out again, and the steadfastness, tranquility, and plans in my heart were all shattered because of his actions and words.

I can't bear him.

My hand on the seat belt gradually slipped, and I stared at the night in front of the car in a daze.

He is also very quiet.

My mind is full of his posture and words just now, my hands are clenched into fists, and my nails are a bit long.But at such a time, the more I have to think about the past, the nails are stuck in the flesh of the palm, and it hurts a bit.I thought of how he used to cut my fingernails, and even my toenails. He also cut my toenails.

The pain in the palm of my hand slowly dragged me out, my hand trembled slightly, and I went to find my bottle of water.

Not around, oh, I remembered, in the back of the car.

I stretched my arm back to touch the bottle of water, but I couldn't reach it.He turned around, leaned out, picked up the bottle of water, and put it in the hand I was still looking for in vain.The cold water touched my slightly hot palm, my heart became clearer, I didn't dare to look at him, so I withdrew my hand.

Holding the water bottle tightly with both hands, he withdrew his hand, did not speak, but did not drive.

My fingers trembled a little, and I twisted the cap.

He began to speak: "I promised your mother that I will take good care of you."

My wrist flicked and I didn't dare to move any more. I looked down at my legs.

"Didn't do it," he said again.

I hugged the water back into my arms and lowered my head even lower.

He said, "I'm sorry."

"In front of my aunt's tomb, I don't have the face to say more, and I don't have the face to do more."

He spoke to himself.

It was too quiet in the carriage, and I could hear a very subtle sound. He moved, and it was the friction of clothes.

He called me: "An Sifeng."

I didn't answer him.

He reached out and took my hand, I was holding the water bottle tightly, and he pulled my hand over.

He asked me: "You asked why the number of chocolates given to you was nineteen."

I nodded silly.

The evil spirits and the gods are fighting in their minds, so they don't care about the rest. Hearing this thing that he has been thinking about for more than ten years, he still knows how to nod.

But the palms became numb and crispy.

I finally raised my head slightly in puzzlement, and his fingers were writing slowly on my palm.

I glanced, it was "an", and then "si", when I wrote "wind", I bowed my head.

He said, "How many paintings?"

It is nineteen paintings.

It turned out to be this reason.

"I promised your mother to take good care of you for the rest of my life, not because it was entrusted by your mother, but because it was what I wanted in my heart." He spoke slowly, "So, I have the confidence to accept your mother's entrustment."

"In the past ten years, it has not been done."

"If you want to tell me about the past, then tell me. If you don't want to, you can write it off." His request for the past and me is even only one "telling" chosen by me, and even "explanation" is not enough. No, he tightened my hand, "This time, you ate my chocolate too. I will write your name for you again."

My palms trembled until every cell seemed to be trembling.

He noticed my trembling, took my hand with both hands, and said, "Come home with me, okay?"

The word "good" is on the lips.

I want to say "yes", there are one million and one million "yes".But I can't say.

But he let go of my hand again, and I subconsciously wanted to withdraw my hand, but one of his hands still held mine tightly.

All of a sudden, the fingertips touched a very warm hard object, and I don't know how long it has been in the warm place.

I was startled and astonished, and looked up again, and in the carriage, a distant light flashed by, and then flashed again.

I looked to my left in disbelief. Chu Heng lowered his head and was putting a ring on my left ring finger.

I shook my head subconsciously, holding my water tightly with my right hand, and was about to withdraw my hand immediately.

He held my hand firmly, without any resistance, even though my fingers curled up, he forcefully snapped them back, and directly put the ring that was just the right size, flashing from time to time, the same as his hand, on my ring finger.

How can this be, how can this be, how can this be possible.

I became very hopeless again, what should I do, what should I do.

I'm out of ideas and can only hold the water tighter.

He never let go of my hand. After putting on the ring, he looked back at me.

He said: "Not saying anything means acquiescing, which is very good."

I want to shake my head again, no, I didn't acquiesce, he forced me to wear it.

He suddenly smiled at me.

He smiled at me.

His smile is brighter than those diamonds.

He is smiling at me.

As if the stars on the night sky bloomed together for him, golden sparks filled the night sky.

He raised my hand, looked down at my dazed eyes, and kissed the ring lightly.