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He sat on the bed in a daze for a long time, then propped up his limp body, and slowly got out of bed.

The whole house was unbelievably quiet, and the air was as cold as if it had been frozen.

Fu Ran stood there, almost forgetting that many years ago, he was also a person who loved noise and sound.

For his birthday party, he would hang out with his friends until late at night, and then rush home on the phone from Lin Yang.

Lin Yang will prepare a bowl of longevity noodles, take a bath after eating, and then he can enjoy the best gift of this birthday.

Only on his birthday, Lin Yang would let him mess around on the bed.

So much so that Lin Yang often couldn't get up the next day.

In the year when Lin Yang just left, he raised a cat.

A small wild cat with black hair and blue eyes.

On that rainy day, the little feral cat was fighting for a fishbone with a group of older cats.

He was defeated, and hid under Fu Ran's car with a limp leg to lick his injured paw.

Fu Ran's heart ached. He wondered if his Xiaoyang would be bullied by other ghosts like this little wild cat in the cold environment.

Is there someone to help him, is there a place where he can hide from the rain.

Fu Ran was cautious, and wanted to carry him home. The wild cat was very vigilant, staring straight at him with blue pupils, the hair all over his body was blown up, and his back was shaking violently.

Fu Ran was drenched in the rain, coaxed him gently, and finally carried him out from under the car.

Fu Ran named the cat Sun.

He used the time and energy to take care of Fu Xiangxi to take care of a cat until the sun let down his vigilance and began to approach him actively. He would also rub his furry head against his ankle when he was cooking to remind Fu Ran to give it to him. Feed the little fish.

However, on a sunny afternoon, the sun ran out through the half-open door and never came back.

Fu Ran sat on the sofa, his heart was gouged, and it hurt sharply.

Like Xiaoyang, he came suddenly and left even more suddenly.

Fu Ran was at a loss, feeling as if his heart had been severely cut open.

Later, Fu Xiangxi suggested that Fu Ran raise another one, but Fu Ran refused.

All walking in front of him made him uncomfortable and boring.

Fu Ran patted his face and pulled himself back from the muddy memory.

He went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of porridge for himself, rummaged through the box to find antipyretics, and mixed it with the porridge.

Then I went to the vegetable market downstairs.

Aunt Yang, the vegetable seller, smiled when she saw Fu Ran: "Mr. Fu, do you want ribs today? Today's ribs are very fresh!"

Fu Ran: "I don't want ribs today, I want a chicken and a fish."

Aunt Yang smiled: "Are there any guests at home today?"

Fu Ran shook his head: "No, cook Hunan cuisine for my daughter-in-law today."

Aunt Yang often heard Fu Ran talking about his wife, and couldn't help but boast: "Mr. Fu, you are really caring for your wife."

Fu Ran smiled noncommittally.

Are you caring?

If he was caring, how could he lose Xiaoyang.

Carrying two big bags of ingredients back to the apartment, Fu Ran put on an apron and went into the kitchen. Like many years ago, he cooked a table of Hunan cuisine according to Lin Yang's taste.

He packed the vegetables in an insulated box, then turned around and went back to the bedroom, changed a set of clothes, opened the drawer, and Fu Ran carefully took out a box inside.

Inside was his and Lin Yang's wedding ring.

The one that belonged to Lin Yang, he had asked Feng Jin to quietly bring it to Lin Yang many years ago.

On the inner side of the ring, there are initials of his and Lin Yang's names.

Fu Ran stared at the ring, stared deeply for a long time, put it on his lips, kissed it tenderly, and then put it on his ring finger.

Afterwards, he took all his things and left the house like this.

He went to Fu Xiangxi's university.

Fu Xiangxi was still in class, when she received his text message, she ran out in a hurry.

"Dad, why are you here?"

Fu Ran smiled: "Passing by, I just want to come and have a look."

Fu Xiangxi was confused: "Won't that uncle accompany you on your birthday?"

Fu Ran: "He has something to do, he will pick me up later."

Fu Xiangxi took Fu Ran to the cafe in the school.

Seeing that his son's complexion was not very good, he asked, "Why haven't you had any little affair with me recently?"

Fu Xiangxi said sullenly, "We had a fight."

Fu Ran was stunned for a moment, and said, "It's not a big deal, so hurry up and coax people."

Fu Xiangxi snorted coldly: "I'm not going, it's not my fault"

For a moment, Fu Ran seemed to see himself back then.

To be entangled in who is right and who is wrong, it was too late to regret until Xiaoyang died.

Fu Ran pushed the little dessert in front of him to Fu Xiangxi: "If you have to distinguish between right and wrong in emotional matters, then what is it called emotion? Xiao Wen is a good boy, don't give others the opportunity to sneak in."

Fu Xiangxi's face turned pale when he heard this.

Thinking of someone chasing Wen Yingfeng to confess this morning, she stood up in a panic.

"Dad, I'm leaving first."

Fu Ran: "Xiang Xi."

Fu Xiangxi turned his head.

Fu Ran stared at him for a long time, then hooked his lips: "Goodbye."

Fu Xiangxi stared at Fu Ran strangely.

After leaving school, Fu Ran drove the car to the cemetery.

The afterglow of dusk dyed half of the sky red. Fu Ran carried a bouquet of roses, led an insulated box and a box of cakes, and walked into the cemetery with ease.

He put the rose aside, cleaned Lin Yang's tomb first, and then slowly sat down cross-legged.

"Xiaoyang, I forgot to tell you, our son has grown up."

"Time is really an interesting thing. When that little guy came to me 13 years ago, I really didn't think about what he would be like when he grew up."

At that time, a man in his 30s became a father for the first time, and he was in a hurry.

I don't know what size clothes the child wears, and I don't know what the child's stomach can eat.

When Fu Xiangxi was seven years old, he suffered from acute gastroenteritis and suffered from vomiting and diarrhea. He was so anxious that he didn't close his eyes for several days and nights.

He gave Lin Yang all his patience for the first 30 years, and gave Fu Xiangxi all his tenderness for the next ten years.

When Fu Xiangxi was in the second grade of elementary school, Fu Ran sat under the lamp and wrapped the book covers for him all night.

Stumbled and stumbled, in the end they brought up this child.

Fu Ran smiled softly: "He is very similar to you. Although he is still a little childish, he is much more mature than me back then. He also has someone he likes. That child is Wen Yingfeng. He is a good child. You also Will love it."

"I can't be considered a good father, but Xiaoyang." Fu Ran said in a deep voice, "I didn't let you down. I fulfilled your last wish and raised him

grown up. "

The cemetery was quiet, and Fu Ran lived in the soft sunset glow, as if someone was gently embracing him.

Fu Ran took out his birthday cake and lit candles.

His voice choked up: "I really want to spend my birthday with you."

13 years.

He almost forgot Lin Yang's appearance and the feeling of his body in his arms.

"I have guarded you for 13 years, you can say happy birthday to me, okay?"

There was no sound of people around, and a gust of wind blew by, blowing out the dancing candles on the cake.

Fu Ran scratched his hair and smiled comfortingly: "Okay, don't say it if you don't say it, don't be angry, Xiaoyang."

He cut off the best piece of the cake, pushed it to Lin Yang, then cut a piece himself, and ate it mouthful.

The cake is sweet and refreshing, but Fu Ran always feels that there is a bit of bitterness that cannot be dispelled.

"Xiaoyang, sometimes I feel that you are really cruel. In 13 years, if you were an ordinary person, who would guard you? You have already married and had children."

Fu Ran shrugged: "It's only me. In fact, I met a person who looked a lot like you. At that time, I was so happy. I wonder if it's old

Seeing that I miss you so much every day, God finally opened my eyes and gave you back to me. "

Fu Ran's eyes suddenly dimmed: "But I understand that if I really do this, you will definitely ignore me if I go to you in the future."

"Forget it, it's good to be alone. After so many years, haven't you come here?" Fu Ran kept talking: "Xiaoyang, you have no heart, I'm only 33 years old You don't want me anymore, you just throw a child to me, I'm an old man, I don't dare to drink alcohol, I don't dare to smoke, I don't dare to hook up with people outside."

33 years old.

At a man's most energetic age, he misses Lin Yang and goes crazy.

He often couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and he didn't know what he had lost, so he searched through the walls and cabinets to find things.

Missing is like an old poison, seeping into his bones densely, penetrating into every hole.

He locked himself in the bathroom, panting and calling Lin Yang's name to comfort himself, he had to think about the young Fu Xiangxi, and didn't dare to make too much noise.

"You are really ruthless, really ruthless"

Fu Ran reached out and caressed the photo of Lin Yang on the tombstone with red eyes.

"It's agreed to grow old together, why can't I see how you look when you're old?"

He gently pressed his forehead against the tombstone, his voice hoarse, mixed with strong grievances: "I've worked so hard, Xiaoyang, I won't wait for you, okay?"

The sunset glow was like an open umbrella above Fu Ran's head, enveloping him gently, with the faint fragrance of roses blowing by the breeze.

The entire cemetery was asleep as always.

Fu Xiangxi originally wanted to call Fu Ran and say happy birthday to him.

Only then did I realize that no one answered my father's phone calls.

Go back to the apartment to find someone, but Fu Ran is not there.

Fu Xiangxi suddenly remembered the "goodbye" that Fu Ran said to herself with a gentle smile in the afternoon, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

He hurriedly drove to the cemetery.

For some reason, his instinct told himself that Fu Ran must be there.

Fu Ran is indeed there.

At that time, the sky was full of sunset, and in the red afterglow of the sky, Fu Ranan lay quietly in front of Lin Yang's tomb like a child who had lost his way for too long and finally returned home.

The rose fell beside him, and the petals fell all over the ground one after another.

Holding the two identical diamond rings engraved with his and Lin Yang's names, with a three-point smile on his lips, he had already swallowed his breath.

Fu Xiangxi's eyes were red, and he knelt down beside Fu Ran cautiously, as if he didn't dare to disturb him, tears streaming down his face in an instant.

"Dad, have you found your Xiaoyang?"