Fake is true

The sky was gloomy, windless, and it looked like it was going to rain.

Mu Zhou looked up at the sky, the wind blowing from nowhere stirred the white filial flower on his chest, the plastic rolled up gently, Mu Zhou lowered his head, and straightened the filial flower.

The opposite tombstone is a combination of two sides, and Mu Zhou’s parents who left together in an accident are buried inside. Facing the endless stream of guests coming from all directions, Mu Zhou rubbed his hands, thinking that his parents are so popular. .

He no longer felt sad. From receiving the accident call to transporting the body back to burial, there were many twists and turns in the middle, and it was delayed for many days. Mu Zhou was at a loss at first, then questioned and cried, and then became stable. Tears, those tears were all shed on the day when he saw his parents' dead bodies, he had never cried like this since he was a child, and when he was taken away by someone, Mu Zhou went crazy, just like the plot in the TV, He grabbed the edge of the bed and wanted to lie on the ground, trying to stay in a willful way, but he was taken away because the people who dragged him away were not his parents, and they would not let him play his temper.

On the day Mu Zhou was dragged back, he was dizzy, top-heavy, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, wondering if he was dreaming, and then the next day he received two square boxes, and his body was cremated to ashes. The small box contained two solid young bodies, and then, the two square boxes became a combined monument.

There are a lot of flowers placed in front of the tombstone, large bunches and small bunches are scattered, and there are also single ones. After putting the flowers, everyone has to pass by Mu Zhou. Some people will touch him, and some people will shed tears to let him mourn. Mu Zhou just nodded his head in agreement, but he became numb after making too many promises. He didn't think of the word mourning, and he didn't want to mourn either.

"It's going to rain." Someone stood in front of Mu Zhou and said.

After listening to the condolences for a while, someone finally said something fresh, and Mu Zhou raised his eyes to look at the person who came.

Standing in front of him was a very tall man, who was the last guest of the send-off team. He was wearing a black suit, with deep eyes, and he was well-groomed. He was a type of person Mu Zhou had never met before.

Mature, seductive, and perhaps a successful man.

"Probably." Mu Zhou replied.

"It will come down, I have a feeling."

After finishing speaking, Yan Fangsheng patted Mu Zhou on the shoulder and left. Mu Zhou looked at his back, thinking about what he said.

It's not a wizard who is a great dancer, he just depends on the color of the sky, what kind of feeling does he say.

All the guests left one after another, and Mu Zhou relieved himself. He was so tense that he stood up straight for an hour, and the muscles in his shoulders and back were so stiff that they ached.

Seeing that everyone had left, it was time for Mu Zhou to leave too, he looked around and saw his cousin who was helping him with trivial matters in the distance, the matter came to an end here, and Mu Zhou hadn't thanked him well yet.

On weekdays, Mu Zhou never cared about human relations, and his parents were the ones who supported him, but now that he left, Mu Zhou learned without a teacher.

Fastening his coat, Mu Zhou quickly walked towards the person, but before he got close, he suddenly heard his cousin's voice.

"The insurance beneficiary fills in Xiao Zhou... um, yes, I mean to adopt him."

"Xiao Zhou is not yet an adult, and he is only a relative of our family. So such a large sum of money needs someone to help take care of it? It's not good for a child to have too much money in his hand, maybe he will learn badly..."

Mu Zhou's steps were slowly retracted, and he took a few steps back, standing still until he could no longer hear the sound of people.

"You want to engage in your extreme sports, I won't let you, but you want to, what about now? You have to make yourself a cripple, are you happy now? Go and listen to what those people say outside, who doesn't think you are Crazy, put aside a good job and quit doing this and that every day, and still insist on being a homosexual, you don’t think it’s embarrassing to make a scene, I’ll embarrass you for you!”

"Also, have you broken up with Anna? She's a girl with a lot of people, she's tall and pretty, and her family conditions match ours..."

"It's not a breakup if we haven't been together." Yan Fangsheng bit his cigarette, and the strong and spicy taste filled his lungs.

"Why don't you count as being together? When you were in the hospital and Anna took care of you for a few days, it was like smoke?!"

"Thank you for the nurse you helped find."

The nurse herself delivered fruits and meals to Yan Fangsheng at fixed times every day, and five times out of ten she could accurately step on the thunder. The fruit knife peeled the apple for Yan Fang, and his tears were moved.

If the honor of touching China can be voted for, the little girl will mobilize thousands of people in her circle of friends to vote for the most touching nurse award.

Sing and cry.

"Whether it's Anna or not, you have to find a woman to live with! Don't even think about playing dirty tricks from outsiders, it's disgusting to our family!"

The other end of the phone was full of indignation, and after hearing what she said, Yan Fangsheng hung up the phone.

A cigarette was just smoked to the end, and his eyes circled around, and there was nowhere to lose it, but he saw something interesting. A thick and big tree was not far away, and there was a person standing in front of him, with a filial flower on his chest, Yan Fangsheng It was estimated that it was a relative of the child who had just talked to him, and listening to the other party's eloquence on the phone, Yan Fangsheng felt a little sorry for the only son of the deceased friend.

Unexpectedly, not long after, the child who had talked to him came, and when he came, he could hear the highlights. Yan Fangsheng stood watching the play, thinking that people would be angry, but unexpectedly, the child took a step back.

Then, take another step back.

Backed far enough, the child lowered his head and ground the grass with his toes, his black bangs drooped to cover his eyes, and Yan Fangsheng couldn't see his expression.

Yan Fang laughed silently, amused.

It's also cowardly.

Mostly it followed the gentle character of his parents.

Mu Zhou bowed his head, and tapped his toes on the square-inch grass. He didn't know whether to say that his uncle's observation skills were too low or to blame him for being inappropriate. Even if he closed the door and chatted secretly, no one would hear him, but he had to. Make a telephony call at a funeral.

I don't understand how much money can stimulate people so that they don't use their brains.

After waiting and waiting, the other party finally finished the call after two or three minutes. Mu Zhou heard a heavy and slow sound of discouragement. Presumably, my cousin felt that he had finished one thing to talk about, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Putting the phone in his pocket, the man turned around, facing Shang Mu Zhou, the man trembled in fright.

But after glancing at the distance Mu Zhou was standing, he felt relieved again.

"Xiao Zhou," the man asked, "When did you come? Why didn't you call me?"

"Just here, it's inconvenient to disturb you when you're on the phone." Mu Zhou obediently said.

"It's not convenient for me." Seeing that Mu Zhou's face remained unchanged, the man lost his last bit of guard, "I'm your cousin!"

"Well, thank you cousin, you have worked hard these two days."

"You're welcome!"

The two exchanged a few words back and forth, and the man looked towards the unoccupied cemetery, "Let's go Xiao Zhou, let's go home."

Mu Zhou frowned unobtrusively, he really didn't want to share the word "home" with the person in front of him.

"Cousin, go back first," Mu Zhou bowed to him, "I want to stay here and watch over my parents."

"It's so dark, what if it rains?" The man shook his head disapprovingly, "I'll wait for you at the parking lot to smoke a cigarette, if you want to accompany me, just stay with me for a while."

"Thank you cousin." Mu Zhou said.

"As for answering me with thank you," the man frowned and feigned displeasure, "You will be so angry with my cousin again!"

"Okay, no division." Mu Zhou raised his face and smiled.

"Remember to come here early!" the man ordered again.

"Okay." Mu Zhou replied again.

Sending people away, Mu Zhou stopped for a while, the wind on the slope of the hill blew the corners of his clothes, Mu Zhou shrunk his neck, and went back to the tombstone alone, he picked up the scattered flowers on the table one by one and put them in order, and took the group photo completely. exposed.

After a busy meal, Mu Zhou had nothing to do. He originally thought he should be able to say something, but he seemed unable to say anything when he got here. After all, it was not appropriate to complain to his parents, so he squatted on the smooth The porcelain face is lost in thought.

The mind is empty, the line of sight has no focus.

There is no specific thing to think about, but the brain is stuffed with cotton, swollen and empty.

Seeing the child sluggish by himself, Yan Fangsheng stopped watching the theater. Although he doesn't have high moral standards, he doesn't have much interest in peeking at the vulnerable side of people, let alone a child.

Look no need.

Squeezing the cigarette butt that he hadn't thrown away, Yan Fangsheng turned around, the sky was getting more and more cloudy, and the cross-section of the calf had begun to ache.

But some people didn't want him to leave so quickly, Yan Fangsheng took out the vibrating mobile phone from his trouser pocket.

Ms. Zhou was quiet for more than ten minutes, expressing her dissatisfaction belatedly. The first three sentences first reprimanded Yan Fangsheng for not knowing etiquette, and the last two sentences began to repeat the sermon on the phone, mentioning "Anna" several times in just a few lines. "" "Woman" "Homosexuality" and other words, Yan Fangsheng was numb to Chinese characters for the first time, and faintly showed signs of ptsd to very few Chinese characters.

Messages kept coming, and the phone kept vibrating. Finally, Ms. Zhou was tired of typing passionately and chose to send a voice message.

Yan Fangsheng's level of ptsd for Ms. Zhou's voice far exceeds that of Chinese characters, so he chose to convert text.

——Let me tell you, Yan Fangsheng, whether you marry and have children or marry a dog in your life, you can't be with men anyway!

Yan Fangsheng raised his eyebrows.

Throw the smoke on the ground and grind it into the mud.

Pressing the voice with one hand, said: "If I marry a dog, I will also marry Tiaogong."

After sending, he turned off the phone, but the path he wanted to leave was deflected straight away, and Yan Fangsheng walked slowly towards Mu Zhou.

The grass absorbed most of the sound, and Mu Zhou heard the sound when he got close to him and turned his head to look.

Mu Zhou was slightly surprised to find a familiar face.

Because he was a friend of his parents, Mu Zhou stood up and asked, "Can't you find the way down the mountain?"

"There are signs at the fork ahead."

"No." Yan Fang paused, showing an easy-going smile.

He said: "I just want to express to you that I am willing to adopt you."

The expression on Mu Zhou's face froze suddenly, he raised his eyes, feeling that he had heard wrongly, "Huh?"

"I don't care about your parents' inheritance. If you don't want to, we don't have to complete the adoption procedures." Yan Fangsheng said again.

"I hope you will think about it carefully," Yan Fangsheng missed Mu Zhou to see his parents' tombstone, "Your parents and I are very good friends."

"Call me this number if you want." Yan Fangsheng handed out his business card, and Mu Zhou stared stiffly at his bony right hand, his eyes fixed on the business card held between his fingers.

"I think it's still..." Mu Zhou wanted to refuse.

The business card was lightly and forcefully stuffed into his hand.

"Call anytime, I can answer."