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Waiting for a long time, another very dull chapter

The weather before Qingming has gradually started to warm up, at least until the day when you don't need to wear down jackets every day. It has been rainy before and after Qingming in Ningcheng. The rain is not heavy, but it is continuous.

Ever since Zhou Jinye got caught in the rain last time, Lin Juexiao stuffed an umbrella into his bag.

Theoretically speaking, this umbrella should come in handy today, but Lin Juexiao is coming to pick him up today.

Zhou Jinye took the umbrella out of the schoolbag without making a sound, put it in the front drawer, and then put the schoolbag on his back and went out.

The rain was fine and fine, and it didn't feel like it fell on the body, like a feather drifting by, and it didn't leave any traces on the clothes, but the hair was slightly wet by the fluttering rain.

He had already used this clumsy trick once, but now he couldn't help but want to try it again.

Lin Juexiao was standing at the school gate holding an umbrella. He was wearing a very student-like gray sweater, which suited the drizzling weather very well.

He was taken aback when he saw Zhou Jinye who was not holding an umbrella, stretched out his hand, and put the umbrella on top of Zhou Jinye's head first.

Lin Juexiao asked puzzledly, "Where's the umbrella I gave you?"

Zhou Jinye grabbed the strap of his schoolbag with his hands, and he heard the reason he had prepared long ago, "I lent the umbrella to a classmate who didn't bring one. In such a light rain, I'll be fine if I just drench for a while."

Lin Juexiao was briefly surprised, Zhou Jinye's personality didn't look like he would take the initiative to borrow someone else's umbrella, probably someone asked him.

He smiled and said, "Okay, but next time you can ask someone to send you out first."

There was still moisture in Zhou Jinye's hair, Lin Juexiao told him patiently: "No matter how healthy you are, you will catch a cold."

Zhou Jinye lowered his head, his clothes were a little wet, but his whole body was steaming with the heat of puberty.

He leaned closer to Lin Juexiao without any trace, said "um" in a dull and low voice, and then promised, "It won't happen next time."

Let’s talk about it next time, Zhou Jinye thought.

After getting in the car, the rain outside became heavier. Lin Juexiao turned on the wiper in the car and said with emotion: "It's a good thing it didn't rain so hard when you got out of school, otherwise you might really catch a cold again."

Zhou Jinye blinked and said, "No, I haven't caught a cold for a long time."

"Don't say that." Lin Juexiao said with a smile, "Hurry up."

Zhou Jinye was very obedient and poohed a few times expressionlessly.

Lin Juexiao smiled lightly for a while, and then asked, "Are you two almost identical?"

"Yes." Zhou Jinye squeezed the space between his brows, and replied, "I'll take the exam next week when I come back from Qingming."

"Are you tired recently?" Lin Juexiao asked when he noticed his small movements, and he felt that he was asking knowingly, so he simply said, "I bought some instant coffee at home, and I just drank it when I couldn't stand it any longer. Bar."

Zhou Jinye said: "It's okay, I can endure it."

He can endure quite well, but to be honest, the closer the college entrance examination is, even Zhou Jinye can't help but start to feel anxious.

Zhou Jinye raised his head unconsciously to look at the window, the glass window was fogged by raindrops, and he couldn't see clearly the situation outside.

But Zhou Jinye vaguely sensed the clear and deserted smell.

He touched the window with his fingertips, Qingming definitely wanted to see his mother, his mother was born and bred in Hangzhou, and came to Ningcheng only after meeting Father Zhou.

After they separated, they brought Zhou Jinye back to Hangzhou, where the fallen leaves returned to their roots as a matter of course, and Zhou's mother was also buried in Hangzhou.

"Jinye." Lin Juexiao's voice was gentler than the sound of rain, "Are you going back in Qingming?"

Zhou Jinye lowered his eyes, turned his gaze back, looked at Lin Juexiao's side face and said, "I want to go back."

Lin Juexiao's voice paused, and suddenly said: "Can I go back with you?"

It is a habit of their family to go to the grave a few days before Qingming. Lin Juexiao has already been there a few days before Qingming, so there is no problem if he does not go there.

Zhou Jinye was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously asked back: "Is it possible?"

"I'm asking if I can go with you?" Lin Juexiao asked, "Can I?"

Zhou Jinye's voice was deep and muffled: "Yes."

He couldn't hide his emotions in front of Lin Juexiao, and he said again: "I think you went with me."

Lin Juexiao asked for leave, and used the software to buy high-speed rail tickets temporarily for a long time, and finally bought two tickets to Hangzhou.

It didn't rain today, but it was cloudy.

The high-speed rail is still noisy as usual, those who play Douyin play Douyin, those who make loud phone calls, and those who can’t see the children let the children howl.

Lin Juexiao accepted the environment well. He gave up the seat by the window to Zhou Jinye, and sat himself near the corridor.

Seeing Zhou Jinye's frowning eyebrows, he asked, "Very noisy?"

Zhou Jinye wore a peaked cap, the brim of which wasn't buttoned very low, his brows and eyes were revealed half-darkly, his frowning brows relaxed, and he said in a low voice, "A little bit."

He usually buys a silent car when he travels. If he doesn’t have one, he buys a business or first-class seat, which can be a little quieter.

I studied very late last night, and my temples, which were already swollen and painful, ached even more.

Lin Juexiao glanced at the ticket information and said: "The past four or 10 minutes will be enough. If you are sleepy, you can sleep for a while with earphones on."

Zhou Jinye was really sleepy, his eyelids trembled uncontrollably, but he was soon woken up by someone.

He fumbled, took out the earphone strap from his bag and put it on.

Zhou Jinye put the chair back a little, leaned against the glass window and closed his eyes, but Lin Juexiao suddenly patted his shoulder.

Lin Juexiao's strength was very gentle, and the voice seemed to be in his ear: "Why don't you sleep next to me, it's not good to knock on the glass window all the time."

Zhou Jinye straightened up in an instant, he opened his eyes, and his drowsy head regained consciousness for a moment.

His mouth moved faster than his brain: "I'm heavy."

"Where can it be heavy?" Lin Juexiao said with a smile, "It's okay."

Zhou Jinye searched his heart and leaned down cautiously. He was a little taller than Lin Juexiao, and he had to match his low waist.

He didn't dare to put all his weight on Lin Juexiao, but leaned awkwardly on his shoulder.

Lin Juexiao's hair had just been washed yesterday, and if there was a smell of no shampoo on the tip of her nose.

Zhou Jinye sniffed calmly, with a dazed expression.

He wondered why he and Lin Juexiao used the same brand, even the same bottle of shampoo.

Lin Juexiao is so fragrant.

He worked so hard to pretend to sleep for half an hour, and when Lin Juexiao pushed his shoulder to wake him up, he even pretended to be sleepy.

Zhou Jinye asked in a vague nasal voice, "Have you arrived yet?"

Lin Juexiao's voice got closer: "It's almost here, you can clean up."

In fact, there is nothing to pack. They each have a bag, thinking that they can go there in the same day if they have time, and stay for one night if they can't go back.

"We are about to arrive at Hangcheng East, please get off the passengers and get ready."

The announcement sounded at the right time, and Zhou Jinye took down his and Lin Juexiao's schoolbags from above.

Lin Juexiao took her schoolbag and said, "Let's go."

There are quite a lot of people getting off at the station in Hangzhou. The high-speed railway station in Qingming is already crowded with people, but all of a sudden the elevator is full of people.

Zhou Jinye and Lin Juexiao stood side by side. He saw that Lin Juexiao was just bowing his head to answer other people's messages, so he subconsciously stretched out his hand and put it on the railing on Lin Juexiao's side.

There were so many people on the subway at Hangzhou Station, the two of them just called each other, Zhou Jinye walked in first, and said to the driver, "Go to Chengyang Cemetery."

The car drove slowly in the crowded traffic, Zhou Jinye looked at the familiar scenery outside the window, inexplicably stunned.

His Adam's apple rolled down, and he suddenly felt out of breath, as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart.

The closer he was to the cemetery, the heavier Zhou Jinye's breathing seemed to be.

He thought he had walked out a long time ago, he thought he wouldn't be sad, but in fact it wasn't, and he would still feel depressed the next time he faced her face-to-face.

Zhou Jinye didn't talk much in the first place, but now he is even more taciturn.

He didn't know when the brim of the hat was pushed down by him, only showing half of his face, and his slightly pale lips.

Lin Juexiao called softly: "Jinye."

His voice seemed to be warm, and seemed to be reciting some ancient spell. Zhou Jinye's cold hands and feet finally began to warm up.

He belatedly replied, "Yes."

As if waking up suddenly in a dream, his lips moved, and unconsciously called out Lin Juexiao's name: "Lin... Lin Juexiao."

Sensing Zhou Jinye's dependence on him, Lin Juexiao responded softly: "I'm here."

If Zhou Jinye was alone, he wouldn't be as fragile as he looks now, but with Lin Juexiao by his side - his emotions suddenly became uncontrollable.

When he got off the car, Zhou Jinye's lips returned to blood, and he stood beside the cemetery in a sense of loss.

I can't count how many times I have come here, once during the funeral, several times when I was alone in Hangzhou, and once before leaving Hangzhou.

But then he was alone in those few times, and now, he is finally not alone.

In a daze, Lin Juexiao bought a bouquet of flowers without knowing when, they were very plain white chrysanthemums.

He stuffed the flowers into Zhou Jinye's arms and said, "Give your mother a bunch of flowers."

Zhou Jinye looked down in a daze, and said in a low voice, "Okay."

The cemetery is newly built, and it is dull and deserted.

Zhou Jinye followed his memory, walked over the long white steps, and gently placed the white chrysanthemum in front of a photo.

The woman in the photo is beautiful, but unsmiling, with shoulder-length hair cut neatly.

Zhou Jinye looks very similar to him, especially the same eyebrows and eyes, both of which have pure natural vigor, but Zhou Jinye looks unpolished.

He stood in front of the photo, then suddenly squatted down, lying with Zhou's mother in the photo.

The person next door was burning banknotes, the smell of burning spread in the air, and the ash spread in the air, forming a pungent fly ash.

The tip of Zhou Jinye's nose was sour from the smoke.

He squatted on the ground with one knee and didn't get up for a long time. Lin Juexiao put his shoulders on his shoulders, and the voice floated from afar, but it seemed to surround him like a grand sea.

"Jinye, your mother wants you to be happy."

Lin Juexiao squatted down with him, turned his face to look at Zhou Jinye and said, "Me too."

"You have to be happy, you have to pass this hurdle."