Actor, he climbed out of the crematorium

However, Jiang Anyu didn't turn his head back, just helped Song Qingyuan get into the car, and then left.

Pei Yingsheng watched Jiang Anyu's back disappear in front of him. The distance between the thin back and him was too strong, and he couldn't reach it no matter what.

Neither the assistant director nor the director dared to be on the scene, and they didn't know what had disappeared without a trace.

Qi Fang finally let go of him, fearing that he would lose his mind and follow the car, so he took the car keys from his pocket.The little star following Qi Fang obediently handed over the medicine box, Qi Fang motioned him to put it on the ground, and then kicked Pei Yingsheng beside him.

When Pei Yingsheng fell ill, he didn't care who was innocent, and then he accidentally injured this little star.

When turning to leave, Qi Fang frowned, and finally couldn't help but say, "Uncle, it's heaven that sees you today."

However, Pei Yingsheng was too lazy to listen to what he said, and just called Jiang Anyu's number repeatedly, but there was no answer there.

At that moment, he finally realized Jiang Anyu's irritability and pain when he missed him at that time but had nowhere to express his heartfelt feelings. The fine and continuous pain quickly spread to every part of his body like insects and ants gnawing on him.

"A Yu, my uncle is waiting for you here." The man with a slightly crying voice finally surrendered, sending voices one after another.

"Come back and see if my uncle is okay. My uncle will never say you are a little dumb again. My uncle is wrong."

"Uncle...Uncle just can't do without you, so he will speak freely."

"Uncle is not bad."

"..."

However, there was still no response.

It is always rainy at the transition from spring to summer.

The sky suddenly became gloomy, raindrops fell on Pei Yingsheng's body, and soon wet his glasses, the raindrops streaked across his face, mixed with his worthless tears, and then his black coat.

The coolness hit him, but Pei Yingsheng felt that it was far less cold than the snowy night when the young man shuttled back and forth between Li Fengyuan and the school, his ears were red from the cold; It can be as cold as the snow without ankles; it is far less than the starlight in the auditorium that day, but he let the young people face the coldness of gossip alone.

Pei Yingsheng's voice was like that of a beggar begging along the street. His countless voices were like a sinking ocean. He could only pray and hope that his young man would give him a reply.

Occasionally, a few villagers showed up and pointed at him, thinking that he was filming some affectionate scene in the rain. The man in the rain stood with his back straight.

The aunt passing by changed the dial several times, but Pei Yingsheng stood there like a statue without any movement.

Finally, an aunt couldn't help but stepped forward and grabbed him. When she saw his red eyes, she was shocked and pulled him to a place to shelter from the rain.

"I do not go."

"What should he do if he can't find me?" Pei Yingsheng glanced at her, and stubbornly pulled his arm out of her hand. Tears fell on the back of his hand, which was warm for a second, then muddy by the rain, and became cold again, "He will come , he will definitely come."

"How long have you been waiting here? It's been almost half an hour. I just saw you standing here when I went to pick up the child. You child, why are you so disobedient? Hurry up, the rain seems to be getting bigger and bigger Now, the temperature in our village cools down in the middle of the night, be careful of the flu! If he doesn’t come, then change someone else, you look so handsome, there are so many people in the world who really don’t like you!”

"Don't cover your heart if you can't cover it. If they don't love you, they don't love you. Why bother yourself!"

Pei Yingsheng persisted in not leaving, the redness in his eyes became more and more intense, "It will be warm."

"Why can't it be covered with heat?"

"He's covered it for ten years..." Pei Yingsheng finally couldn't help it, and slightly bent his back, crying with endless regret, "He's covered it for ten years..."

Even a person like Xiao Ling who has a rock-solid heart and only cares about immediate interests sometimes feels sorry for Jiang Anyu.Pei Yingsheng thought, Jiang Anyu hadn't made him feel bad for ten years, his heart was probably harder than a rock.

But where would someone's heart be harder than a rock, but he never thought that Jiang Anyu would leave him at that time.

When Jiang Anyu really left, the bits and pieces of the past ten years were pulled away from him like cocoons, and the familiar Jiang Anyu disappeared in front of him bit by bit. Hot love that melts into magma.

"He won't leave me behind," Pei Yingsheng's voice was hoarse, and he looked at the direction of Mercedes-Benz's departure. "We said we would depend on each other."

"I said that we will depend on each other." He repeated, as if repeating the promise over and over again could reassure him.

"If you want to come, he would have come earlier! He doesn't love you, you have to love you!" The more handsome the young man, the more the old man felt sorry for him. He tugged on his sleeve and his eyes fell on his bloody hand. on, "Go back."

Pei Yingsheng was unwilling to leave, he looked at the concerned old man, shook his head, and for the first time acted like a child in front of outsiders, crying in the blink of an eye, "I only have him."

The old man couldn't persuade him, so he waited with him for a while, and then left.

In the pouring rain, he was really the only one left.

He and Jiang Anyu depended on each other for their lives, and went through ten years of spring, summer, autumn, winter, rain, snow, frost and fog together, and finally ended in the torrential rain in the spring and summer of No.11.

...

When he woke up, he was in Li Fengyuan.

The sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus honey water came from outside the room. He lost his mind for a moment, and then the joy of regaining it was like a blow to the head. He was so happy that he couldn't speak. He got off the bed in embarrassment and strode into the living room, "A Yu!"

However, the only one waiting for him was the aunt who came from the old house, while stirring the sweet-scented osmanthus honey in the pot, she raised her head, "Answer, you're awake, is your head still hurting?"

"When Mr. Xiao sent you here, you were already burned to 39 degrees. I think the sweet-scented osmanthus in that jar is quite fresh, and it should be in season. I will cook it for you and drink it to moisten your throat."

Frustration and loss quickly washed away his unwarranted joy.

Pei Yingsheng dismissed his aunt away, looking at the pot of fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus honey water, his eyes suddenly turned red, and the memories flooded him suddenly, causing him a dull pain.

He remembered that the child was only thirteen or fourteen years old at that time. When he was young, he was still young and the countertop was very high. Every time he boiled sweet-scented osmanthus water, he had to step on a stool to get to the pots and pans. .

He was often drunk, always leaning unreliably on the sink, teasing A Yu's height, "A Yu is 1.4 meters, what should I do if I can't marry a wife in the future?" '

Every time at this time, Jiang Anyu always blushed shyly, then silently moved the stool under his feet, put his feet on his feet to boil sweet-scented osmanthus water, and then retorted him in a low voice, "It's still young. Yes, long, tall."

In a daze, he seemed to see his chest again. Sixteen or seventeen-year-old Jiang Anyu raised his head, gestured at his height, then lowered his head, pursed the corners of his mouth, and continued to stir the sweet-scented osmanthus in the pot with a spoon.

Then there was 19-year-old Jiang Anyu, who threw him happily on the sofa, held his face as if stamping it, and gently pecked him one after another.The sweet scent of osmanthus flowers was everywhere in the room, and he heard A Yu whisper: "Uncle, A Yu, no need, step on the stool, lah~"

Tears fell into the boiling sweet-scented osmanthus water, and soon merged with the water, Pei Yingsheng sniffed, "Our Ayu has grown up."

Pei Yingsheng packed the sweet-scented osmanthus honey water and put it on Jiang Anyu's homework desk, a layer of sweet-scented osmanthus floated on the crystal clear golden water pattern.He called Qi Fang and asked him to take Jiang Anyu to see Qin Mo.

Qi put him back: he is emotionally unstable now, I will take him there in a few days.

Pei Yingsheng's hand paused, probably Ah Yu didn't want to see him at this time.

In the empty room, the longing was like a landslide, out of control, but there was nothing related to Jiang Anyu except for the sweet-scented osmanthus honey water.

It was obviously a place where two people lived together. Ten years ago, it was clean and there was almost no smell of Pei Yingsheng. Ten years later, it was as clean as if Jiang Anyu didn't exist.

Pei Yingsheng held the glass of water tightly in his palm, greedily sniffing the scent of Jiang Anyu inside.He looked through Jiang Anyu's circle of friends and found that all those related to him had been deleted.

Suddenly he thought of the 'Ning Wuya' carved by Jiang Anyu himself that he discarded in the utility room, and suddenly longed for Jiang Anyu's breath like crazy. , The scratch on the hand that had finally healed split open again.

He finally saw the wooden sculpture lying quietly on the ground in the corner.

'...When the blood on Xiao Yu's hand was seeping on the puppet that was almost finished, he frowned and picked a good piece of wood again, starting from scratch.Because he is an orphan, he thinks he is unlucky, and he thinks that your woodcarvings with his blood will bring bad luck, so he can't wait to give you the best. '

Zhao Yijiu's words came to mind, and Pei Yingsheng's heart ached so badly that he couldn't breathe. He wiped away the dust on the woodcarving little by little, tears fell on the woodcarving, and quickly soaked a large area.Suddenly something fell out from under the base of the wooden carving and rolled down at his feet.

Shiny, with a faint glow in the dark.

Pei Yingsheng's pupils shook violently.

With trembling fingers, he picked up the ring on the ground, and with a little peripheral vision, he could clearly see the lines in the ring.

pys.

He suddenly remembered that on the day of the ceremony of "Critical Lover", the young man looked at him with red eyes, and the unfinished sentence was on his lips, he said, "Inside, I pretend..."

The pain like being torn apart suddenly intensified the moment the ring was perfectly inserted into the ring finger.

What did he say then?

He didn't say anything, and even wished that the young man would disappear before his eyes soon. How disappointed Jiang Anyu must have been at that time. The disappointed Jiang Anyu never mentioned this matter in front of him.

Remorse and pain came together, and the tormented Pei Ying fell to the ground in pain, the blood on his hand stained the ring red, and he couldn't clean it no matter how hard he wiped it.

"Why can't you wipe it clean!"

In the small storage room, came the man's decadent roars and cries.

The author has something to say: Pei Yingsheng: He gave me a ring, he must still love me!