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The next day was fine.Xu Shi felt uneasy, and he woke up very early from intoxication.

Yan Mingyang was still beside him.The sight of the person under the quilt was very limited, Shen Zui quietly stretched out his hand, and stroked Yan Mingyang's bridge of nose lightly, with no emotion on his face.

Today should be the last day.

Intoxicated thinking.

Shen Zui got out of the quilt and got up to wash.Outside the window is a sweeping view of the river. This is the best high-end hotel in Qi City, and the penthouse suite is reserved all year round.

Yan Mingyang brought Shen Zui in yesterday, and he seemed to be quite familiar with this place.Shen Zui didn't ask, he guessed that Yan Mingyang should live here every time he had to come to Qi City.

Yan Mingyang never came home.

"Are you awake?" Yan Mingyang didn't know when he didn't sleep again.He sat up from the bed, looked at Shen Zui by the window with a half-smile, "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Let's go out to eat." Shen Zui turned around, "On the way to the cemetery, see if there is any breakfast stall."

On the morning of the New Year's Eve, there are still many small vendors doing business.Shen Zui picked a house that looked crowded and hygienic, and asked Yan Mingyang to go down and buy two copies.

This is a local rice noodle in Qi City. It is neither spicy nor spicy, but the soup is very fresh.

Shen Zui sat in the car and yawned.He saw a lot of people in front of the rice noodle stall, and Yan Mingyang was queuing up.

This road leads to the outskirts of the city, and the traffic volume today is actually greater than usual.Shen Zui caught a glimpse of a flower shop by the side of the road.He thought for a while, seeing that Yan Mingyang's team was still long, he put on a mask and got out of the car.

Yan Mingyang squeezed into the chattering crowd and waited for a while before returning with two bowls of rice noodles.

He first knocked on the window next to the intoxicated seat, and when there was no movement, he walked around to the other side and opened the door.

When the door opened, the car was empty.

Intoxicated is not there.

Yan Mingyang's heart sank for a moment, not seeing intoxication always made him uneasy.He casually put two bowls of rice noodles into the car and called Shen Zui.

With a series of beeps, Yan Mingyang became more and more anxious.He held the car door with one hand and looked around nervously.

Suddenly, Yan Mingyang felt a pat on his left shoulder.

He turned his head reflexively and found that he was intoxicated.

"Where have you been?" Yan Mingyang put down his phone, and didn't even think of disconnecting it, "Why didn't you answer my call."

"The phone is on silent, I didn't hear it." Shen Zui took out the phone from his left pocket and hung up.Holding a carefully tied bouquet of white daisies in his right hand, he pretended not to see Yan Mingyang's uneasiness, "I went and bought a bunch of flowers for my aunt."

Yan Mingyang was startled for a moment.Looking at the intoxicated and calm face, he suddenly felt ashamed.

"Have you bought the rice noodles?" Shen Zui asked again seeing that Yan Mingyang was silent.

"Yeah." Yan Mingyang took a deep breath, "It's already in the car."

"Why didn't you tell me when you went out alone." There was a hint of reproach in his concerned eyes, "What if..."

"It's okay." Shen Zui got into the car with the flowers in his arms, and waited for Yan Mingyang to get in the car, and said, "It's a bit dangerous if the car is not locked. I didn't realize it until I entered the flower shop."

"The car doesn't matter." Yan Mingyang handed Shen Zui a bowl of rice noodles.

The cemetery is in the hills on the outskirts of the city.When Shen Zui and Yan Mingyang arrived, both sides of the road in front of the door were already full of cars.

Yan Mingyang managed to find an empty space and stuff the car in.After the car stopped, he slowly pulled up the handbrake, and looked at the entrance of the cemetery with some hesitation.

Yan Mingyang is afraid.For many years, he has never dared to return to Qi City, let alone visit his mother's grave.

He struggled and escaped for a long time.But now, he felt that he should take Chen Zui to meet his mother.

Yang Ling is an open-minded, tolerant and open person, and her professional characteristics allow her to always face all kinds of people and things with an equal and objective attitude.

Yan Mingyang subjectively believes that no matter from which angle, she will not blame herself.

"It's okay," Shen Zui saw something.He stretched out his hand to cover Yan Mingyang's hand, and kissed Yan Mingyang lightly on the side of Yan Mingyang's face, "I'll accompany you in."

Yan Mingyang turned his head.At this moment, he was puzzled for a moment when he met the intoxicated and clear eyes.

Why is intoxication so good.

Why is my little dodder so good.

How can I be worthy of it.

...

The cemetery is solemn and solemn, and small tombs are neatly arranged.Yan Mingyang remembered the location very clearly, as if he had walked this road many times.

The soles of leather shoes make a crisp sound when they hit the brick floor.After climbing a certain step, Shen Zui could clearly hear that Yan Mingyang's footsteps were gradually getting lighter.

until it stops completely.

Shen Zui raised his head, and saw Yan Mingyang standing in front of a tombstone two steps away, with his hands folded in front of him, his eyes fixed on him.

Compared with many of the dead here, Yang Ling is too young.In the photo, she is at the beginning of the golden years of a woman’s life. She has shed the ignorance and hecticness of her youth, and gradually calmed down. There is a firm goal in her eyes, and her face is happy——Shen Zui can see that she has found herself The work and life you want, and you are in it.

"Mom, this is intoxication." Yan Mingyang took Shenzui's hand, his lips moved, as if countless thoughts rushed to come up, but he couldn't express it.

"Hello, Auntie." Shen Zui bowed his head respectfully.This is a popular joint burial tomb for husband and wife, and the other half is still empty.

Shen Zui placed the daisy on the side of the tombstone, only then did he notice that there was already a bouquet of flowers there.

He paused, his eyes widened a little, and he straightened up after a while.

"This flower is..." Shen Zui murmured.

"I don't know, maybe it's an acquaintance." Yan Mingyang shook his head nonchalantly, he seemed to have misunderstood Shen Zui's hesitation, and added, "After all, it's not my father."

Shen Zui didn't respond, instead he raised his eyebrows.

The flowers in front of me are not expensive, but they are very fresh.

Someone came to see Yang Ling, maybe this morning.

Shen Zui suddenly had a thought: it might be A Xue.

Shen Zui didn't say anything, but his heart was a little complicated.While he was pondering, he suddenly heard Yan Mingyang whisper, "Put on your hat and mask."

Shen Zui was startled, only to vaguely realize that there seemed to be eyes cast on him.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, the day "Out of Temperature" is officially released.

Maybe the first batch of audience reviews will be out by now.

"It's not good to wear it in the cemetery." Shen Zui said.

"The memorial service is for remembrance, not for form." Yan Mingyang said in a low voice, his eyes still on the tombstone, "Put it on."

Perhaps it was because people were in awe in the cemetery, Shen Zui only received a few twinkling glances from the beginning to the end, and no one came forward to strike up a conversation.

"You still have to be more careful when you go out in the future." After getting into the car, Yan Mingyang said, "Even if you are not afraid of gossip, you should pay attention to safety."

"Understood." Shen Zui said casually, "I wasn't popular before, so naturally I don't worry much."

Yan Mingyang rubbed his intoxicated head, and said after a while, "You will definitely become popular."

Shen Zui raised his head slightly, Yan Mingyang's eyes were calm and determined, he was serious.

"Yeah." Shen Zui smiled, it was a very sincere perfunctory.

"What are you doing in the afternoon?" Yan Mingyang started the car and drove towards the city, "Would you like to watch "Out of Temperature"?"

"There must be a lot of people today." Shen Zui refused without showing any trace, "I don't want to join in the fun."

"Go back to the hotel, the bed is quite comfortable."

"Bed?" Yan Mingyang raised his eyebrows.

"Hmm—" Shen Zui snorted softly, "It's very comfortable."

This afternoon, the sky was overcast again.The curtains were drawn, and it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night in the room.

Throughout the afternoon, Shen Zui and Yan Mingyang did not leave this "comfortable bed".They are entangled, more intense than ever.

In a trance, Yan Mingyang felt intoxicated and gnawed on his shoulder again, and there was a small whimper in his throat.

Yan Mingyang lifted Shen Zui and hugged him even tighter, sucking repeatedly under his light red eyes.

"Brother..." said in a dazed way.

"Brother is here." Yan Mingyang caressed his intoxicated back almost in a panic, "here."

Shen Zui shrinks into Yan Mingyang's arms.

"Don't be afraid, little Tu, brother won't leave." Yan Mingyang said.

...

I don't know when it will end.Yan Mingyang realized that the little tu in his arms was finally alive, so he gradually relaxed his consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

Shenzui listened to Yan Mingyang's breathing and heartbeat soberly until he was sure that he was completely asleep.

Then, Shen Zui slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of calm eyes.

He got up expressionlessly, stepped on the carpet and walked to the luggage, and gently took out the short knife.

Yan Mingyang on the bed was still fast asleep.Shen Zui looked back, perhaps wondering how long Yan Mingyang would sleep in this sweet dream.

Holding the short knife, Shen Zui walked to the sofa chair by the bed and sat down, folded his arms and stared blankly.He is like a patient hunter, waiting for the moment when his prey will make a fatal blow.