After the Stand-in Shou Faked His Death

No. 30 days after Xu Chengyan's death, He Yang finally went to the cemetery.

The car was parked outside the cemetery, He Yang looked out of the car window and did not get out of the car.

The cemetery is deserted, full of cold tombstones.

Xu Chengyan's ashes were inside, buried underground.

He Yang habitually touched the wooden sign in his pocket, and slowly asked, "Is today April Fool's Day?"

Uncle Zhou was sitting in the front row. Although he didn't know why Young Master He asked this suddenly, he still replied, "No, it's been a month since April Fool's Day."

The car became quiet, and after a while, He Yang said: "Go back first."

Uncle Zhou was a little surprised, and asked, "Young Master He, won't you go down and have a look?"

Uncle Zhou already knew about Mr. Xu's death, and Mr. Xu's tombstone is here.

"Not going." He Yang closed his eyes and leaned against the pillow, "Go to the bar."

Uncle Zhou had no choice but to drive He Yang to the bar.

When He Yang came to the bar box, it was bustling inside.

The lighting in the box was a bit dim, there were still young men and women flirting with each other in the corner, and the game table was also full of people.

"Young Master He!"

"Young Master He is here too!"

"Everyone is here! Just right!"

Shen Xiuzhu was also in the box, sitting on the sofa.

The person sitting next to Shen Xiuzhu gave up his seat very consciously and let He Yang sit over.

He Yang went over and sat in the vacated seat.

Someone shouted from the game table: "Young Master He, come over to play?"

"Stop playing." He Yang narrowed his eyes casually.

Someone nearby opened a new bottle of red wine, poured a glass and handed it to He Yang.

Holding the wine glass, He Yang quietly listened to the lively sounds around his ears.

There was still some noise in the box, but He Yang could always hear the vibrating sound of the phone, as if a call was coming in.

But when He Yang took out his phone, the screen home page was clean, without any missed calls, it seemed that everything was just his hallucination.

He Yang simply put the phone on the table and ignored it.

The liveliness in the box continued until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Chi Yi got off the game table, and said to He Yang: "What did Young Master He plan for the night? Do you want to stay overnight?"

He Yang didn't answer, just lowered his head slightly, looking at the wine glass in his hand, as if he didn't hear it.

At this moment, someone came to He Yang and patted the man on the shoulder.

He Yang looked up, and in the dim light, he vaguely saw a figure in front of him.

The figure was somewhat familiar, wearing a gray coat and thin-rimmed glasses.

He Yang: "Banquet?"

The man was taken aback, frowned slightly, and shouted: "He Yang."

When He Yang heard the voice, he realized that the person in front of him was Shen Xiuzhu.

He Yang closed his eyes and rubbed the center of his brows, and because he was drunk, his mind was still a little confused.

Chi Yi came over and asked, "Will Young Master He go back tonight, or stay here overnight?"

"Go back." He Yang took the phone to check the time, and said habitually: "Is the banquet coming? Let him pick me up."

As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of silence all around.

After several seconds, a boy said, "Young Master He, Yan Yan is dead."

But He Yang acted as if he didn't hear it, and continued to ask: "Why hasn't the banquet come yet?"

In the box, no one spoke for a while.

And He Yang leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed, as if he fell asleep again.

In the end, someone called Jiang Lin and asked Jiang Lin to come over.

Jiang Lin had no choice but to get out of bed in the middle of the night, and went to the bar to pick up He Yang.

Jiang Lin smelled the alcohol on He Yang's body, with a cold face, he helped He Yang to the passenger seat.

Jiang Lin walked around to the other side and sat in the driver's seat, bowed his head and fastened his seat belt, and said coldly, "He Yang, I'm not your driver."

"Don't call me over when you're drunk, and please don't call sister-in-law." Jiang Lin leaned over to help He Yang fasten his seat belt, frowned and said, "He will be a nanny to cook for you during the day and a driver to the bar at night." Pick up, what did you take him for?"

The man leaning against the car window slowly opened his eyes, and said unhurriedly, "Don't mention him."

"Why?" Jiang Lin sneered, "You are only allowed to mention his name when you are drunk, and no one else is allowed to mention it? Then I will."

He Yang didn't make a sound, just looked out the window at the passers-by.

Soon, the car stopped at an intersection, waiting for the traffic lights.

There was a convenience store on the side of the road. He Yang looked at the door of the store and suddenly noticed a tall and thin young man coming out of it, holding his mobile phone and lowering his hair to send messages.

In an instant, that youth gradually overlapped with the figure in memory.

It's just that when the young man raised his head, the facial features on his face were very strange, he was just an ordinary passerby.

He Yang withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes and rested.

Jiang Lin drove He Yang back to the apartment, "Here we are."

He Yang opened his eyes and suddenly asked, "Is today April Fool's Day?"

"No." Jiang Lin said with a cold face, "It's been a month since he died, what's the use of you just remembering him now?"

He Yang didn't make a sound, just got out of the car and went back to the apartment alone.

After turning on the light, He Yang came to the balcony and sat on the recliner among the potted plants as before, holding a wooden sign in his hand.

The handwriting on the wooden sign is slightly faded, it seems that the color of the handwriting is not as dark as it used to be because it has been touched too many times.

The furnishings in the apartment are still exactly the same as before, and there is still the atmosphere of another person's life.

But Xu Chengyan is dead.

He died so cleanly that he didn't even leave a picture in five years, only a box of ashes left.

But sometimes, He Yang feels that Xu Chengyan is not dead at all——

There are traces left by Xu Chengyan everywhere.

everywhere.

There is one less person around, and life continues as usual.

He Yang is still the same as before, going to the company during the day, and occasionally going to the bar at night to get together with Chi Yi and the others, as if nothing happened.

On Chi Yi's birthday, he booked a private club.

He Yang also went to the party, sitting in the middle of the sofa, surrounded by the crowd.

Obviously Chi Yi is the host of the party, but the center of the party is still on He Yang.

Chi Yi didn't mind either, and poured wine for He Yang.

At the wine table, a group of rich second-generation chattered randomly, from the young models they had adopted recently, to the little stars in the entertainment circle who took the initiative to climb into bed.

He Yang didn't participate in the topic, squinted his eyes and leaned on the sofa pillow, listening to the discussion indifferently, it had nothing to do with him.

Until the door of the private room opened, someone came in from the outside.

He Yang glanced at it casually, and was momentarily stunned.

At the door of the private room, a black-haired young man walked in cautiously, a little cautiously.

The young man has peach blossom eyes, a small tear mole under his right eye, and is wearing a clean white shirt and black trousers.

The light in the room was rather dim, and at first glance, the young man was about five or six points similar to Xu Chengyan, except that the young man's facial features appeared more tender, and his age was slightly younger.

Others on the sofa also noticed this young man, and subconsciously looked at He Yang.

And Chi Yi said with a smile: "Young Master He, do you think his face looks like a banquet?"

He Yang didn't make a sound, just stared at the young man closely, and the hand holding the wine glass became stronger unconsciously.

The young man seemed not used to being watched by so many people, he lowered his head nervously, but he still walked towards the sofa step by step.

Chi Yi shook his wine glass, and said proudly: "It took me a long time to find this boy!"

The young man had also come to He Yang, kneeling obediently on the carpet with his head bowed.

Chi Yi urged: "Look up and let Young Master He take a look!"

The young man raised his head, stared at the man in front of him, and said cautiously, "He... Mr. He..."

The young man's voice was very soft, and it was somewhat similar to Xu Chengyan's tone.

He Yang didn't move, and continued to look at the person in front of him.

Chi Yi lay lazily halfway on the sofa, and said, "He can also play a little piano, it's kind of like a feast, and I immediately fell in love with him at the first sight!"

The young man kneeling on the ground also slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips resting on the man's belt.

It's just that before the young man had time to untie the belt, someone grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Don't touch me." The man's tone was cold, and he let go of his hand quickly.

The young man was stunned, but he withdrew his hand and continued to kneel at the man's feet.

He Yang took out a few tissues from the table, and slowly wiped the places where his hands touched the young man.

When Chi Yi saw it, he thought it was He Yang's obsession with cleanliness, and quickly said: "It's still a place, clean, no one has touched the back, Young Master He can play casually."

Chi Yi took a sip of the wine, and seemed to be a little drunk, and a little more courageous.

"Speaking of which, Yan Yan's face is still emotional." Chi Yi swung the wine glass, and said with a half-smile: "I just don't know what Yan Yan looks like on the bed, I'm sure I'm ecstatic."

"If Banyan isn't dead yet, someday when Young Master He gets tired of playing, I'd like to try—"

But before Chi Yi finished speaking, he suddenly saw a black shadow rushing towards him.

Immediately afterwards, I felt that my body was pressed heavily on the table, and my head hit a hard object, and there was a buzzing in my mind.

The movement between the two was a bit loud, and even the glass on the table fell to the ground.

He Yang pressed Chi Yi on the table from behind, picked up the shards of glass on the ground with one hand, and held them tightly in his palm.

He Yang's hand was very strong, the edge of the sharp glass shards cut the palm of the hand, and blood flowed down the palm.

But He Yang acted as if he didn't feel it, and stabbed Chi Yi heavily with the broken glass.

Things happened so fast that the people around suddenly screamed and rushed over to stop He Yang's movements.

"Young Master He!"

"calm down!"

"Speak up if you have something to say!"

There was chaos in the private room, and blood flowed all over the floor.

It was already early morning when Jiang Lin heard the news and rushed to the private hospital.

Chi Yi was sent to the emergency room, and He Yang was also injured on his hand.

When Jiang Lin found He Yang, the doctor was cleaning He Yang's wound.

And next to He Yang stood a middle-aged couple, who were respectful and said to He Yang: "Young Master He, we didn't discipline Chi Yi well, I'm really sorry..."

"Chi Yi has been spoiled by us, this time it's his fault..."

He Yang didn't speak, just watched the doctor's hand movements.

"Young Master He, don't be angry..."

"After we go back, we will definitely teach this child a lesson!"

The middle-aged couple kept their posture very low.

After a long time, He Yang said: "His mouth can't speak."

"Yes yes yes, we promise not to let him talk in the future! We will never let him dirty your eyes!"

The middle-aged couple kept apologizing.

Jiang Lin stood in the corridor, and didn't go in until the middle-aged couple came out.

The doctor was still carefully applying medicine to the wound on He Yang's right hand, Jiang Lin moved a chair and sat beside him, waiting quietly.

The palms of He Yang's hands were full of small wounds drawn by glass shards, which looked a little scary.

After the doctor applied the medicine and bandaged the wound, he got up and left.

He Yang was still sitting on the chair, and didn't pay attention to his right hand. He took out his phone and looked at it, and then turned to the call log to look at it.

Jiang Lin was next to him, and said, "I heard from them that you and Chi Yi got into a fight because of your sister-in-law."

He Yang responded.

"Anyway, it's not the first time Chi Yi has spoken ill of him in front of you." Jiang Lin said with a blank expression on his face, "What's the point of you being like this now?"

In fact, he didn't know what Chi Yi said specifically, so He Yang would do it.

Anyway, Chi Yi used to say bad things about his sister-in-law before, and it's probably the same this time.

"Not only Chi Yi, but also others." Jiang Lin suddenly laughed, "Even in front of you, they dare to mock and bully sister-in-law."

Jiang Lin asked, "Have you been in charge?"

Without waiting for He Yang's answer, Jiang Lin answered on his own: "No, you didn't take care of it once."

"Isn't it because you don't care about him, and others look down on him." Jiang Lin mocked, "Now that he's dead, is it useful for you to pretend to be affectionate?"

Belated affection is meaningless.

"You didn't care before." Jiang Lin looked at the man, "Now that he's gone, you only thought of helping him fight the injustice, don't you think it's too late?"

He Yang didn't make a sound, as if he didn't care what Jiang Lin said.

Jiang Lin continued to question: "Did you visit him after he died? Did you call him once when he went to Anshi? If you—"

He Yang said: "I called."

On Xu Chengyan's first night in Anshi, he called.

The phone call that day was a bit unpleasant, and he also somewhat forgot why there was a cold war at that time.

I just remember the last sentence he said to Xu Chengyan on the phone——

Don't come back.

"The person is dead, it's useless for you to say these things now." Jiang Lin returned the exact same words to He Yang.

"He's been dead for two months, don't pretend to be so affectionate in the future." Jiang Lin lowered his head, "Don't tell me he's dead, and you'll suddenly realize that you're in love with him."

He Yang frowned, and said coldly, "Jiang Lin."

"Okay, I won't say anything." Jiang Lin closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

For a moment, both of them had nothing to say.

Jiang Lin sat beside him for a while, got up, and left a business card on the table, "You can check it out when you have time."

He Yang picked up the business card, which was the contact information of a psychiatrist.

"No."

But the next day, Jiang Lin still forcibly took He Yang to the psychological clinic.

In the psychological consultation room, the doctor squinted his eyes and said in surprise: "I never thought I would see Young Master He one day, and it's still under such circumstances."

"Mr. He, hello." The doctor opened the notebook and asked, "Would you like to tell me about him?"

He Yang leaned on the back of the chair and said slowly: "I have a friend."

"Hmm." The doctor smiled and nodded, encouraging the other party to continue talking.

"He's dead." He Yang's tone was very calm.

The doctor was still smiling, waiting for the man's next words.

But the doctor waited for several minutes, but still did not wait for the man to speak.

The room became silent, and the doctor could only ask, "And then?"

"No more." He Yang said lightly.

The doctor was very patient and continued to ask, "Is it just a friend?"

He Yang didn't answer, just took out a pack of cigarettes and wanted to light one.

And because the palm of his right hand is still wrapped with gauze, He Yang's action of lighting a cigarette is not very convenient.

The doctor reminded: "Mr. He, no smoking indoors."

He Yang put down the lighter, and played with a cigarette in his hand, with a casual attitude.

The doctor went on to ask, "How do you feel now?"

He Yang: "I don't feel anything."

"Then is there anything else you want to say?" The doctor tried to guide He Yang to open up, "For example, you can tell me about your memories, I am a very good listener."

"There's nothing to say." He Yang still had that casual attitude.

"Mr. He, I need you to cooperate with me and express your true thoughts." The doctor said, "It is not a good sign to deliberately suppress emotions for a long time."

He Yang still didn't respond.

The doctor had to change the subject and asked, "How have you been doing recently?"

"For example, is your appetite good every day? Has your weight changed? How is your sleep quality? Did you dream about him—"

He Yang suddenly said: "No."

"Huh?" The doctor was taken aback.

He Yang put the cigarette back into his pocket, touched the wooden sign in his pocket with his fingertips, and said slowly: "I never dreamed about it."

Not even once.

Doctor: "Will you miss him?"

He Yang didn't answer, and the room fell into silence again.

And just when the doctor thought that He Yang would not answer, He Yang finally spoke.

"meeting."

will miss him.

After leaving the psychological clinic, He Yang returned to the old house.

Qiqi happily ran out of the villa, screaming near the car, wanting to play with Xu Chengyan.

He Yang got out of the car, saw Qiqi coming, and said, "He won't come back."

Qiqi couldn't understand, and continued to circle around the car.

He Yang returned to the villa and sat alone on the balcony on the second floor, looking at the yard outside.

In the yard, the big dog was still foolishly waiting near the car door.

He Yang withdrew his gaze, looked down at the wooden sign in his hand, and caressed the seven characters over and over again.

Not long after, the butler came to the terrace and put the tea set on the table.

He Yang suddenly asked: "Is today April Fool's Day?"

Butler: "It's been a long time since April Fool's Day."

He Yang didn't say anything, just looked at the big dog in the yard.

In the yard, there was a maid who wanted to take Qiqi back to the villa, but Qiqi insisted on staying by the car.

Kiki squatted beside the car, waiting and waiting——

From summer to autumn, and from autumn to winter.

On the snowy ground, Qiqi was still squatting beside the car, with his tail dangling, and a toy Frisbee beside him.

The car was already covered with a thick layer of snow, Qiqi raised her head obediently, and kept looking at the car window.

Kiki is still waiting.

Wait for Xu Chengyan to get out of the car and play games with it.