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When she came back to her senses, Fu Jia had already asked for leave to go out.

He didn't bring any luggage, not even a laptop, and went straight to the high-speed rail station after finding his ID card.After getting on the train, he saw himself in the window, looking anxious and preoccupied.

I couldn't help trying to calm myself down, but unfortunately I couldn't.

The address of Xu Shuyuan's hometown was given to him by Qiu Yuefa, and it was only given after Fu Jia's repeated begging.According to Qiu Yue, grandma passed away the day before yesterday, her heart was hardened, and Xu Shuyuan was by her side at that time.

The scene outside the window was in a hurry, and the babies in the carriage were crying, talking and laughing one after another, and there was a couple snuggling beside them.Fu Jiaren followed the car, but her heart couldn't wait to fly to another city.

In fact, he didn't know what he could do in the past, but he just wanted to go and couldn't wait for a moment.After leaving the station, he managed to catch a taxi, but the driver was still unwilling to take him.

"It's too out of the way. It's definitely not worthwhile to leave it empty for the return trip. Why don't you order another one."

Fu Jia gritted her teeth: "Can I add more money?"

Money can turn ghosts, this moment I have a deep understanding of this sentence.He arrived at the destination at lightning speed, but he was momentarily at a loss when the driver dropped him out of the car.

Behind him is a taxi leaving in the dust. The place in front of him cannot be called a community, but at most it can be regarded as a collection of old houses connected together.One side is a four-story tube building, and the other side is a two-story building surrounded by a patio. I don't know how to define it.

There was no specific house number written on the address. Before coming here, I thought it was because of Qiu Yue's negligence, but now I realize that maybe there is no house number here.

There are sycamore trees planted in the courtyard, with luxuriant branches and leaves.From the trembling stairs, the door of every house is almost covered with clothes.The corridor was noisy, the walls were blackened by smoke, cooking utensils and small tables were everywhere, and some people gathered together to play poker loudly.

"Excuse me, which room does Xu Shuyuan live in?"

Fu Jia's demeanor and outfit were out of place here.A man looked him up and down with a cigarette in his mouth: "Are you here to mourn?"

He nods.

"Over there." The man pouted his mouth to the west, "The one with the white cloth hanging at the door." After finishing speaking, he went back to the game of cards.

As soon as he left, there were comments: "It seems that Xu Shuyuan has become a bit of a human being in a big city, and this kind of flat-headed and full-faced people will come to mourn."

"What's the use of acting like an individual? The old ones didn't enjoy it, and Xu Jing married far away."

"Something is better than nothing. Didn't Xu Jing's dowry come from him?"

They spoke in dialect, and Fu Jia could only understand roughly.He quickened his pace and walked through the zigzag corridor until he saw the place where the white curtain was hung.

The light was very poor, several elderly people were sitting at the door, and Xu Jing and Xu Shuyuan were not seen.Fu Jia didn't know whether he should go forward directly.

After a few seconds of delay, a person suddenly walked out of the room.The figure was familiar, so familiar that Fu Jia's breathing froze for an instant, and he clenched his fingers at a loss.

Xu Shuyuan, who had imagined many looks before coming here, just didn't have this one.Holding an aluminum kettle in his hand, he came out to add water to the teacups of the elders outside.The light and shadow are mixed, his profile is thin and thin, the left half of his face is covered by the shadow, his expression is dim and unclear, and he occasionally speaks a sentence or a half, but it is too far away to hear clearly.

Soon Xu Shuyuan turned around and walked back.Fu Jia stood there in a daze, carefully watching his every move.

"Who are you looking for?" Suddenly someone behind him spoke in dialect and patted his shoulders. Fu Jia was so frightened that he took a step back to the side, then raised his eyes, Xu Shuyuan had stopped, and turned his head to look this way.

The two looked at each other unexpectedly, and he was pinned in place.Xu Shuyuan looked at him, and it took a while before his eyes focused, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The relative behind him repeated the question again, with a wary face: "Who are you looking for?"

"Sorry what did you say..."

Xu Shuyuan put down the kettle and came over, Fu Jia's eyes dodged, because he was subconsciously afraid of seeing his sad expression, because he would also be very sad.

Xu Shuyuan replied in dialect: "He came to see me." The relative was suspicious and walked away for a moment.

The sunlight outside the corridor shone on his face, his expression also flickered, and he never spoke again.

Because his eyes were lowered, Fu Jia saw several infusion needle holes on the back of his right hand, and his eyes immediately trembled.Gathering up the courage to look up at him, he was wearing an old T-shirt with dust on his knees, a black cloth around his left arm, and his eyes were bloodshot.

For a moment, Fu Jia tightly clenched her hands, her breathing was a little difficult: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, thank you for your concern." He put his hands into the side pockets of his trousers, looked away, and seemed to be thousands of miles away from others, but his voice was hoarse.

"I……"

Fu Jia didn't know what else to say.Saying I was worried about him or thinking about him seemed inappropriate.Silence came and went without speaking, and let him understand.

"Come in first." Xu Shuyuan turned and entered the room.

Fu Jia followed behind him, walked in under the eyes of several relatives, and saw an extremely simple mourning hall.The black-and-white photo of the old man stood directly on the table, without hanging it up, and there was no black curtain covering it.

The house is a concrete floor, piled up very messy everywhere.Xu Shuyuan picked up some clothes on the chair and motioned him to sit down, and he sat down awkwardly.

"How did you get here?"

"Take the high-speed rail."

"Can I still buy tickets?"

"There are still first-class seats."

Standing in front of him, Xu Shuyuan looked from top to bottom, but there was no sense of domineering, but rather dim, "I have a heart."

Hearing the polite tone, Fu Jia's heart tightened.

However, it is a luxury to say a few polite words, Xu Shuyuan has no free time.Fu Jia sat in the corner, watching Xu Shuyuan rushing in and out, the time passed unconsciously and seemed endless.

Not long after, Xu Jing hurried back from nowhere, and as soon as she entered the door, she brushed her hair up to cook, and when she saw Fu Jia, she just said hello.

Fu Jia was fidgeting, but he couldn't intervene.The Tongzilou was poorly ventilated, and the smell of oily smoke wafted out, making him cough uncontrollably.Xu Shuyuan noticed it, and came over and said, "You go to sit in the patio downstairs first, and I will find you later."

"No, no, no!" Fu Jia was afraid of causing trouble to him, "I'll just sit here and wait for you."

Xu Shuyuan waved his hand outside: "I'm distracted by you here."

Fu Jia had a sore nose for a moment, got up and walked out, but was stopped before reaching the stairs: "Fu Jia—"

He turned his head, and Xu Shuyuan hurried over.

"Hold this, there are many mosquitoes down here."

Looking down, there was only half of the toilet water left in the bottle.Fu Jia clutched it and went downstairs, wanting to shed tears all the way, but she didn't understand why.

This sitting is more than an hour.

The patio is cool and occasionally disturbed by mosquitoes and insects.I can't see the moon when I look up, only faint moonlight shines through the gaps of the plane trees, and Fu Jia's young silhouette is reflected on the ground, very quiet.

Later, when he was tired from sitting, he got up and moved.The sound of footsteps upstairs came from far to near, and when he raised his head, Xu Shuyuan happened to be passing through the corridor.Fu Jia looked up, feeling that she was waiting for him in Xu Shuyuan's world, and he did not miss the appointment.

Walking towards him, there was only a slanting shadow under the street lamp.

"Have you eaten yet?" Fu Jia asked after taking the lunch box.

Xu Shuyuan said that he had eaten it.

Fu Jia was indeed so hungry that her chest stuck to her back, and she didn't eat anything on the way here.But he still moved slowly, eating slowly, wanting to make a good impression on Xu Shuyuan, and wanted Xu Shuyuan to sit for a while longer.

At first Xu Shuyuan was next to him, but then he got up as if to leave.

Fu Jia hurriedly stopped chopsticks and stood up: "Where are you going? I will go too."

"I smoke a cigarette."

He motioned to Fu Jia to continue eating, and walked directly to the opposite plane tree to swallow the clouds.The courtyard was very quiet, the wind whizzed past his ears like a whisper, his right hand was raised and moved occasionally, and the sparks flickered between his fingers.

The smell of smoke in the air was faint, but reassuring.Fu Jia settled down, and couldn't help but think, never, never leave this person again.

Shuang didn't want to disconnect these two chapters, and then didn't update it tomorrow, so it was a day off for myself.Maybe you will say that my thoughts are different, but I really think this chapter is my favorite chapter so far. I can’t tell the specific reason, but I just like it.For Xu Shuyuan, I didn't lose you at the most uncomfortable time. Instead, you took the initiative to find me, stayed by my side, and saw a side of me that I didn't want others to see, even if it was embarrassing.This is a more useful consolation than the word "like".