I don't want a crematorium

When Han Yang raised his head, the classroom was already empty.

Today is Saturday, although there are make-up classes, there is no late self-study.

He tilted his head to look out the window, and the last bit of the setting sun gradually sank.

Yu Yingrong walked in suddenly and leaned against the door, "Why didn't you tell me when you came?"

Seeing that Han Yang didn't speak, he said stabbingly again: "I helped that Gu Yu when I came here, what a nice guy."

Han Yang looked at him coldly, "Can you stop causing trouble for me?" To be honest, he really doesn't want to care about these things now

His father was imprisoned suddenly, and it also involved admitting his life. The public opinion was one-sided, and the Internet was full of abuse, but the case was clearly suspicious. He and his lawyer worked hard to collect evidence, and those reporters surrounded him like flies.

So now he has no time to take care of these messes.

"What do you want me to cause trouble for you?" Yu Yingrong walked to his side, "What does he have to do with you? Are you in charge of him?"

"So those people were indeed the ones you were looking for."

"Yes! How is it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Yang swung his hand back.

with a snap.

With a burning face, Yu Yingrong opened his eyes wide and looked at Han Yang, as if he never thought that Han Yang would hit him for such a thing.

"Does it hurt? It's not bleeding yet." Han Yang looked indifferently, "Dare to do this now, do you still want to kill people in the future?"

Now it is someone else who is calculating, will it be against him in the future?

Just like his father, after sorting out the whole thing, an idiot can see that the current situation is the result of the betrayal of his cronies.

Yu Yingrong looked at Han Yang, "I can't even take care of myself. Do you still need to take care of others? Uncle has been in prison for a while, aren't you worried?"

Han Yang narrowed his eyes and grabbed his collar, "Oh, what do you want to say?"

"I want you to like me, I want you to be with me." Yu Yingrong cupped his face and kissed him, "I will help you with uncle's affairs. Otherwise——"

Someone must have framed this matter, and there is still a possibility that evidence will be found, but if the Yu family adds a kick, then no one can save Han Yang and his father.

Han Yang suddenly laughed, but there was no smile in his eyes, and pinched Yu Yingrong's face, "Are you sure?" He repeated: "Think about it carefully, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, I want to." Yu Yingrong wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled the two closer, "Kiss me."

Yu Yingrong only felt regret after he calmed down. At that time, he was dizzy with Han Yang's slap and threatened him with Han Yang's father, but it was too late to regret.

Before long, the family will send him abroad.

"Why?" Yu Yingrong was puzzled and resisted: "I don't want it."

Yu's father and Yu's mother sat on the sofa and looked at him seriously, "We all know about you and Han Yang. It was also your grandfather's decision to let you go abroad."

Yu Yingrong's eyes widened, he didn't expect them to know so soon.

He didn't really want to keep hiding it, it's just that it's too early and he doesn't have the ability to be independent, so his parents know that this is the only result.He couldn't figure out why they would know.

"We really spoiled you." Father Yu's face was clearly angry, "Dare to do such a thing. You go outside and reflect on it before you come back."

Yu Yingrong refused, "No, I won't go."

"Don't you understand?" Father Yu looked at him deeply, "Han Yang told me."

Yu Yingrong suddenly remembered Han Yang's cold gaze. He thought that Han Yang would hate him, but every time Han Yang looked over, his eyes were only boundless indifference.

For a moment, Yu Yingrong felt that it was difficult to breathe, but at this moment he didn't think the situation was serious. He just stayed abroad for a few years, and he would definitely meet again when he came back.

"At least, at least you help Han Yang—"

Seeming to know what he was going to say, Father Yu looked at him straight, "Han Yang's father committed suicide in prison."

The string in my heart seemed to be broken at this moment.

It was as if all the strength in Yu Yingrong's body had been sucked out.

Han Yang was brought up by his father, and he loved him a lot since he was a child. Even during the busiest time of the company, he would go home and have a look at Han Yang before going to bed, and then drive back to work.

Even if Han Yang said he liked boys and was so angry that he wanted to drive him out of the house, he would still ask Mu Zecheng to take good care of him and inquire about his condition in private.

During the year when Han Yang was ill, no matter what, he cut off all ties, stayed by his bedside every day, and his secretary sent his work to him.

These are not what Yu Yingrong heard from others, but what Han Yang told him.

He still remembered the way Han Yang, who didn't seem to care about anything, told these things in detail while turning the Rubik's Cube in his hand.

So Yu Yingrong still couldn't believe it, "Where's Mu Zecheng? Why didn't Mu Zecheng help him?"

Father Yu shook his head, and said lightly: "I haven't been in touch. These are not things you want to take care of"

"I'm going to see him." Yu Yingrong stood up straight, took out his mobile phone to call Han Yang, but was stopped by a scolding: "Don't you think there's not enough trouble?"

Yu Yingrong raised his head and looked at the old man above, "Grandpa, just let me meet."

Grandfather Yu Yingrong stood upstairs, looked down at his grandson, slowly turned his head, and told the person next to him: "Today, no, let's go now."

----

The incident of Han Yang's father committing suicide in prison was finally revealed.

However, at this time, Han Yang still hadn't collected enough evidence.

Reporters from all walks of life kept pouring in at the gate of Han's house, hoping to interview the criminal's only remaining son.

Han Yang watched from afar, with no expression on his face.

He hasn't slept for three days.

The hair that has not been done for several months is approaching his shoulders, and his eyes are endlessly tired, but since he knew his father died in prison, he has never closed his eyes again.

These reporters not only gathered in front of the house that was no longer lived in, but also followed them to the school.

He took one last look at the house, turned and left.

On the bench by the moat, Han Yang sat on it, looking up at the darkening sky, thinking about various things in his mind.

At hand is a letter from an unknown sender, offering to sponsor him to go abroad.

He raised his arm, looked at the end of the letter paper, and wrote a sentence with a pen, "The wind knows the strength of the grass".

Not knowing what emotions he was carrying, he smiled, some long hair was blown up by the river, and passed in front of his pair of deep eyes.

The whole night passed like this, and the sky dawned again.