Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

If you want to be conservative and old-fashioned, you must know that he will crawl out of the grave if he finds a man. After all, he was suppressed to write four books and five classics for three months after watching a movie in adolescence.

Even so, the tips of the young man's ears were still a little red, and he corrected him aloud: "I'm not married to see my father-in-law."

He Shanting raised his sharp eyebrows.

"It turns out that you want to give up from beginning to end."

Song Zui heard that people were not well, and felt that he was hugged by a wild cat on the road and touched his legs. In front of Assistant Fang, he could only hold his nose and agree.

"Go! Go! Go."

It was only in this way that He Shanting showed a satisfied expression. Song Zui realized that he had agreed to get married by default. If he regretted it, He Shanting might make his parents responsible.

Because he had already decided that he would spend his whole life with the other party, he didn't feel much about marriage at a young age, but worried that some people would get worse after getting married.

Song Zui embarked on the journey back to Shannan with worries about the future. Although the road was built in Shannan, there was no airport. After getting off the plane, they had to go up the mountain by car.

The mountain road is a zigzag with a steep slope, even if you are riding an off-road vehicle with a high chassis, you will not be able to avoid bumps.

He was used to staying in the mountains since he was a child, and he didn't get motion sickness in the car, but He Shanting looked pale, obviously motion sickness.

Assistant Fang, who was born in Jiangcheng, was not much better. He vomited weakly while holding the window. Fortunately, the driver was experienced and brought motion sickness medicine. Song Zui took out the medicine and handed it to Assistant Fang in the passenger seat.

Maybe he gave the medicine to Assistant Fang first, or maybe Princess He simply didn't want to take the medicine. In short, the man didn't even look at the medicine in his hand.

He could only let He Shanting's head rest on his lap, the man leaned on his lap and closed his eyes, the golden eyelashes cast a fragile shadow on the skin.

It looks deceptive.

Song Zui stroked He Shanting's hair the way the other party touched him, and looked at the endless mountain scenery outside the car window, never hoping to reach Shannan soon.

The car finally stopped at the small town in the mountains at eight o'clock in the night. At this time, most people in the town were already asleep, and every house was locked. Only one person was holding a lantern at the gate of the town.

Song Zui closed his eyes and knew it was his own boy, he got out of the car and introduced to He Shanting: "This is my boy, so is Wang."

"This is my boyfriend He Shanting."

Deep astonishment appeared in Wang Yiran's eyes. He and Song Zui grew up together, and he had no idea when Song Zui liked boys.

Xu Ning is probably the only one who thinks that Song Zui likes him. When Xu Ning took Song Zui away, the whole town sympathized with him. So many gentle girls in Shannan fell in love with Song Zui who is not easy to mess with.

But the tone of Song Zui's introduction was very calm, and Wang Yiran was not so surprised by it, after all, Song Zui had been very determined since he was a child.

He is obviously younger than himself but wants to be an older brother, saying that in this way he can take care of himself who is not smart enough, and he would not be able to study in the technical school in the county without the money sent by Song Zui.

Song Zui also asked him to go to study, otherwise he is still farming foolishly, and he will be able to receive a salary of [-] when he graduates, so what Song Zui said he would do.

Wang Yiran stretched out his hand anxiously, but this expensive and good-looking man didn't shake his hand, Song Zui came out helplessly: "He's just like this."

"It's okay it's okay."

Wang Yiran quickly waved his hand.

Although he didn't see many people in the market, the other party looked like a nobleman from the city. What if he shook hands and stained other people's expensive suits.

Wang Yiran was very open about this, but he felt that the other party was a bit hostile to him, especially when he told Assistant Fang that he and Song Zui went to catch birds and fish when they were young.

He knew that he was not smart, so if he couldn't figure it out, he didn't think about it. He walked to the door of Song's house and said to Song Zui, "I'm afraid you won't have time to clean up when you come back late, so I'll clean up your house this afternoon."

"Thanks."

Song Zui patted Fa Xiao's shoulder.

Wang Yiran felt He Shanting's Liangjinjin eyes again, shook his head shyly, and talked about their relationship for many years, and tidying up the house was nothing.

He was worried about whether that good-looking man would bully Song Zui, he seemed to have a difficult personality, and he didn't fit in in the dilapidated old house.

However, what surprised him was that the man always smiled when talking to Song Zui, even though he didn't want to live in a run-down house, Song Zui didn't care about it when he spoke.

Wang Yiran suddenly understood why Song Zui was with He Shanting, because men were cold in front of them, but warm and vivid in front of Song Zui.

He glanced at it and dared not look again.

He was afraid that the nobles from the city would not be used to living in a house in the mountains, so he took a rag and continued to clean the house, and piled up unnecessary rubbish in the corner.

Song Zui and Assistant Fang were also cleaning up, only the noble-looking man stood alone, and Wang Yiran carefully wiped the table in front of the man.

The house is an old house.

The furniture is also old.

The cracked wooden table made harsh noises when it was wiped. He saw the man frown in displeasure, and hurriedly pushed the table down.

All the photos fell out from the drawer under the table, including teacher Deng's past lesson plans, novels confiscated from students, and a dusty photo.

The picture shows Song Zui, who is seven or eight years old, with a pair of phoenix eyes full of childishness, and candied haws remaining on his face, sitting on the school gate without fear.

"I'll clean it up."

Wang Yiran immediately raised the table and put the things back into the drawer, but in a panic, he swept the photos into the trash in the corner.

Something unexpected happened to him. The indifferent and dignified man bent down and picked up the photo of the boy from the trash with a white handkerchief.

Because it was so unbelievable that he almost thought he had read it wrong. He wanted to say something but recalled the look in the man's eyes and dared not say anything.

And Song Zui concentrated on tidying up the house that he hadn't been back for three years. When he came here, he was all focused on He Shanting's motion sickness. Only when he returned to the old house did he feel that he had come back.

He looked at the posthumous photo of Lao Deng in the living room and pursed his lips, and when his thoughts drifted away, Assistant Fang's words pulled him back.

"Only the rag."

It turned out that He Shanting wanted clean handkerchiefs, but there were only dishcloths in the room. There was no place to sell handkerchiefs at night, even if He Shanting was so picky, he would not like them.

Wang Yiran immediately said, "I'm going to buy tissues."

Assistant Fang cast a promising look at Wang Yiran, Song Zui looked at his little boy with complicated emotions, and He Shanting could always find someone who was willing and obedient.

This episode interrupted his thoughts just now, when Wang Yiran came back sweating profusely, he handed the prepared gift to Wang Yiran.

Although Wang Yiran called him brother, it was thanks to Wang Yiran for helping him fulfill his filial piety in the past three years.

"I don't take anything from you."

Wang Yiran was about to go out in a hurry, Song Zui handed the gift to Wang Yiran: "You think I'm for you? I'm for Auntie."

Wang Yiran was caught up in his logic, and left honestly with the gift.

Assistant Fang and the driver went to the guest house to sleep, and Song Zui was left in the old house in an instant.

The bustling house fell silent, He Shanting walked to Song Zui's room, looked at the small bedroom and asked, "Did you live here before?"

Song Zui hummed: "It's not so old when people live in it, but the house gets old quickly when no one lives in it. You can see that the ceiling is all gray."

If it wasn't for He Shanting, he might not come back for a long time. He can tell himself that Lao Deng is still teaching in Shannan, educating those disobedient kids every day.

But when he came back, he found that the house was no longer the original house, and the people in the house were sleeping deep underground.

He turned his head to look at the portrait in the living room: "This house was built by Lao Deng to marry my mother. He treasured this house back then. If I drew an airplane on the wall, he would be so angry."

"Wang Yiran said that he has the aura of a teaching director. I think so too. By the way, he even took the name Wang Yiran. What name would a physics teacher choose? If others find him, he is too embarrassed to refuse. I heard it is a translation. It took three days to get it from the dictionary."

He Shanting listened to Song Zui talking about his father, but he still didn't say anything good, but the boy lowered his head as he talked.

"Sometimes I wonder if he died as a person. Did he think about me when he jumped down, but he went back after so many years after thinking about it."

"Forget it, let's not talk about him."

Song Zui didn't want to cry and ask for comfort. In fact, he didn't cry at his father's funeral. He couldn't figure out why he disappeared.

He lost his mother and his father.

At that time, he was not sad but puzzled, and he started desperately paying back the money without even being puzzled, saying politely that he was calm and not politely saying that he was cold-blooded.

Besides, He Shanting had never met his father, so he was not interested in listening to these things if he could bear his temper, so he lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

He Shanting looked at Song Zui, who was holding back his sadness, and patted the boy's back which was too straight: "I have never met my biological father, and he died when I knew he was my father."

"I don't know who my dad was, and I have no way of knowing who he is, but now I know who our dad is."

Song Zui suddenly raised his head when he heard the word "us", even though he didn't have a father, what He Shanting wanted was to comfort himself.

He then lowered his head again, because he was afraid that his tears would not help falling when he looked at the other party, the boy sniffed and whispered, "I'm going to sleep."

He thinks that time is the cruelest force, and the people who are still in the house are gone, but time is the gentlest force.

He has someone to accompany him again.

When the tired Song Zui fell asleep on the bed, He Shanting kissed Song Zui's eyelids and tucked the quilt up for the boy.

Then he carefully wiped Song Zui's childhood photos with a paper towel, intending to take them back and put them together with his own childhood photos, as if they had never been separated.

In the morning, Song Zui was woken up by the rapid knock on the door. He ran to open the door sleepily, only to see Wang Yiran anxiously holding a brooch.

"This is too expensive to accept."

Song Zui's mind slowly regained his sobriety. He always pays attention to practicality in giving gifts, and he will not give flashy things. Obviously, what he gave was a computer to help Wang Yiran study.

He recognized He Shanting's brooch, and after remembering Wang Yiran's busy work yesterday, he comforted his frightened little boy: "You can keep it if he gives it to you."

Wang Yiran used the computer to check the price, and it was clear that it was something he couldn't afford, but he couldn't back down even with his clumsy tongue, so he could only turn around angrily: "I'll go buy you breakfast!"

Song Zui had breakfast until seven o'clock, seeing that He Shanting hadn't woken up, he went to the town to buy a bottle of liquor.

The people in the town saw him as if he had seen a ghost, so he dropped the money and left.

He originally planned to go to the grave by himself before He Shanting woke up, but He Shanting not only got up, but also carried paper money to see his father-in-law and mother-in-law in his hand.

If He Shanting was born and bred in Hua, this scene would not be surprising, but He Shanting looks like a mixed race, carrying paper money has a sense of incompatibility.

"what happened?"

He Shanting raised his handsome eyebrows.

Song Zui suppressed his thoughts and immediately shook his head, He Shanting snorted coldly and threw the paper money to him, Song Zui couldn't help asking.

"Why did you throw it to me?"

"You were weird just now."

Song Zui didn't know whether to be speechless or to blame He Shanting for being too sensitive, he had to walk ahead with the paper money by himself.

The tombs of his parents are on the mountain in the north, and that mountain belongs to them, but the land in the south of the mountain is cheap and worthless, no one takes care of it, and the grass grows all over the mountain.

They walked through the half-person-high grass to the tombstone. Song Zui slowly took out the lighter from his bag, and when he was about to burn paper money, he turned around and found that He Shanting was more active than him.

They first lit a pair of candles and then continued to burn incense, and then burned the paper money in an orderly manner, not at all like the laziness of throwing paper money just now.

How could a mixed race know so well?

Song Zui had thought about what would happen if his parents found out that he was in a relationship with a boy. Originally, he thought they would object. After all, Shannan is a conservative place.

After seeing He Shanting's performance, he suddenly became uncertain. After all, he was too obedient in front of his elders. Maybe his parents would hold his hand and make him responsible for He Shanting.

The mist from burning incense rose, Song Zui put away the lighter, unscrewed the wine bottle, knelt down and fell in front of Lao Deng's tomb.

"Knowing that you like to drink, I brought you wine. It's bad for your stomach if you drink less wine down here. I'll burn some papers for you. You don't know that string theory is no longer mainstream, do you?"

He Shanting hugged the boy gently, like a silent promise in front of the tombstone, the yellowed paper money was burning quietly.

Song Zui watched the sparks of the joss stick go out before he got up and left his parents' tomb. From his perspective, he could see endless mountains.

He saw off his parents in the southwest, but also met He Shanting in the southwest.

He suddenly wanted to visit the place where they met.

This was not an easy task. At that time, he ran out of the boxing ring blindly and based on his memory. He didn't know where he went. He only remembered that the surrounding area was getting quieter and quieter.

Song Zui walked to the location of the underground boxing field back then, saying that the underground boxing field was actually in a huge factory.

Time can change many things. For example, the dirty boxing ring has become a school built by the government, and the sound of knives piercing flesh and blood has been replaced by the sound of children reading books.

From the bottom of his heart, he felt that it was really good now, and he closed his eyes and walked forward amidst the sound of reading.

But what was frustrating was that he still couldn't find his original position, and He Shanting spoke as if he knew what he was thinking.

"Go south."

Song Zui walked south according to He Shanting's words, and then walked 200 meters to the southeast. After walking for some time, He Shanting's voice disappeared.

The boy opened his eyes blankly.

The rhododendrons in the wind awakened his memory. He couldn't hold on and fell down here. He couldn't help but turn around and ask, "How do you think of this place?"

Song Zui himself didn't remember this place, he didn't know how He Shanting remembered it, but the other party closed his blue eyes.

"Never forgot."

His heart beat violently, how can he remember a place in the mountains, how He Shanting came here in those three years.

He closed his eyes and fell straight to the ground.

He Shanting instinctively took two steps forward, but realized it was unnecessary, because Song Zui's body control was too abnormal, and he almost landed on the ground steadily.

It's clearly a reserved coquettish.

He let go of his clenched hands silently, and looked at the dusty young man with distaste: "I won't hug you."

Song Zui just closed his eyes and fell to the ground, the dazzling sunlight fell on his eyelids, thinking of the endless snow in the Shanghai stock market.

"It's a pity that there is no snow in the southwest."

When a person is old, his hair is like snow. He likes the feeling of snow falling on his body. Walking in the snow seems to have finished his life.

The next second, He Shanting picked him up.

"But I will grow old with you."

Just like when they first met, the man wrapped in chains hugged the bruised boy, but this time it was accompanied by a kiss.

The god kissed the little rose.

There is no freezing spring here.

They will always be in the magnificent daylight.

The author has something to say: It's over, thank you for your support, there are two more important extras to write, and I'll see everyone's opinions on the other extras.