When infatuated by taking off the ring [Entertainment]

It was supposed to be an extremely hot summer, but when I stepped into the top floor of the hospital, I felt cold, gloomy and cold for no reason.

Fu Sinian kept his face sullen, twisting a cigarette with his fingertips, rubbing it back and forth, but it was still unlit, his eyes were blank, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He habitually wanted to ask Luojia to help him get the lighter, but found that this was a hospital, and Xu Luojia did not accompany him in the end.

So, I had to stand alone outside the ward.A crimson light flickered above the head, and the three words "rescuing" were as hot as blood smeared. Everyone on the outside and inside was going through a trial, waiting for the result of the fate.

Suddenly, the door of the light blue emergency room was opened, and a doctor ran out of it, stood in front of Fu Sinian, and said in a low voice, "Boss Fu, please go in."

The doctor's voice was very low, but it attracted everyone's attention, staring at Fu Sinian's back, like a dormant hyena, with fierce and deep eyes.At this time, let Fu Sinian go in, everyone knows why.

Fu Sinian stuffed the cigarettes into his pocket casually, held his hands, and pinched his fingertips tightly, almost turning white, as if he felt even colder.

He walked up, took his grandfather's hand hanging by the hospital bed, bowed and said in a low voice, "Grandpa, I'm here."

Grandpa's lips were still wriggling, as if he was muttering something.

Fu Sinian moved his ear closer and heard: "Niannian...your grandma...why didn't you come to pick me up."

Fu Sinian squeezed his grandfather's hand tightly in an instant, resisting his choking, and said, "Grandpa, if you stay with me again, I will only have you, I will only have you as a family."

"I'm tired. I miss her...I don't know...Whether she will forgive me...Every year, you buried me with her."

Grandpa could no longer hear Fu Sinian's shouts, his eyes gradually weakened, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Electrocardiogram! Electrocardiogram!!" The doctor was still shouting.

Fu Sinian closed his eyes in pain and refused to let go. He knelt down on the ground at some point and murmured, "Hold on a little longer, please..."

"Defibrillate!" the nurse screamed.

Fu Sinian felt the temperature of the hand he was holding was rapidly draining, he endured it, choked up, tears filled his eyes, he held his grandfather's hand between his brows, and begged in a low voice, "Just... stay with me for a while longer, Grandpa. "

But when he opened his eyes, he saw that grandpa's eyes had been closed safely, with a smile on his lips, as if he was relieved and had seen the person he wanted to see.

"Ying Lian... Ying Lian." Grandpa's lips moved slightly.

Ying Lian was Fu Sinian's grandmother's name.

Finally, the electrocardiograph made a "beep" sound, and finally slowly turned into a straight line.

Fu Sinian stopped praying.Kneeling on the ground indifferently, not moving for a long time, still holding Grandpa's hand tightly with both hands.

The doctors and nurses surrounded him and whispered, "Sorry."

A nurse tried to pick him up.

Fu Sinian knelt on the ground, buried his face on the bed, and whispered, "Don't touch me."

So no one dared to move.

Everyone stood quietly in the ward. Someone came over with a piece of white cloth, covered Mr. Fu's body, and called the funeral home.

Fu Sinian still remained motionless, at this moment, he suddenly really wanted Xu Luojia, wanted to hug him, said nothing, did nothing, just hug him good.

But Xu Luojia didn't want to accompany him.

Fu Sinian stood up from the ground and quietly watched as Grandpa's body was wrapped up and put into a bag, ready to be sent to the funeral home.

At that time, his tears had completely dried up, and there was no trace of crying. He walked out of the ward with a cold face, and everyone outside was looking at him.

Fu Sinian ignored them and followed the funeral home to contact the cemetery. Grandpa finally said that he would be buried with grandma.

As soon as he walked to the elevator, his parents stopped him and asked mysteriously, "Niannian, what did your grandpa tell you in the end?"

"Nothing."

"Really? The password to the safe in the basement didn't tell you?"

"No."

"Impossible." Fu Sinian's father said firmly, "I am your father, and you still want to hide it from me? You kid want to rebel?"

"Grandpa was chanting grandma's name all the time before he died, and didn't say anything other than that."

Fu Sinian looked at the two people in front of him coldly, his eyes were as cold and gray as the December sky, which made people shudder.

Fu Sinian's parents took a step back and let Fu Sinian take the elevator to leave.

When I went down to the first floor of the hospital, I saw that the parking lot was full of luxury cars, like a mighty car show.Fu Sinian rang the key, found his car, opened the door and got in the car.

Sitting in the driver's seat for a long while, he still didn't move, staring straight at the flower bed in front of him. After a while, he took out his mobile phone, his fingers trembling, and dialed Xu Luojia's phone number.

But the phone never got through.

Fu Sinian's hands were on the steering wheel, and amidst the long waiting sounds, his hands gradually tightened and he firmly grasped the steering wheel.

In the end, no one answered.

Fu Sinian rested his head on the steering wheel and closed his eyes tiredly, feeling empty in his heart, unable to grasp anything, and didn't know what to do next.

Xu Luojia was not by his side either.

But Fu Sinian is Fu Sinian, he will never be vulnerable for more than 3 minutes, even in an unmanned cab.Just three minutes later, he sat up and drove to the funeral home to deal with the funeral.

It was almost evening when the conversation was almost finished, and Fu Sinian slowly walked out of the funeral home.In fact, this place is not gloomy, like a garden, with small speakers hidden in the flowers on the side of the road, playing Buddhist scriptures in low voices.

Fu Sinian walked towards the outside of the funeral home while making a phone call, he wanted to pay homage to his grandma.

The cemetery is next to the funeral home.The call is still not answered.

In front of the cemetery is a large river with fishing boats on it and two small wooden houses beside it. Walking about 300 meters around the river, you will see a stone gate with couplets engraved with blue pens.Fu Sinian walked in, raised his eyes and saw a flag hanging in the center, and all the tombstones below.

The tombstone was originally gray, but when it was illuminated by the sun, it was very spectacular, and it was dyed a bright golden yellow, like a memory that will always shine in people's hearts. Although it passes away, it will never be obliterated.

Fu Sinian remembered that grandma's tomb was in row 7 of Area B, so he raised his legs and walked up.

Soon I found grandma's tomb, and I didn't bring any flowers or anything to eat in time, so I just wiped the tombstone and photos for grandma with a cloth, and burned a stick of incense for her.

Then, Fu Sinian sat alone on the stone steps in front of the tombstone, watching the sunset with her.

"Grandma, I'm here to see you." Fu Siqing said in a young voice.

"Grandpa just left, with his eyes closed."

"When I left, I didn't read anything, just kept saying your name." Fu Sinian said, "He's still thinking about you. Grandma, please forgive him."

Half a moment later, Fu Sinian laughed again, "Forget it, I don't understand these things, I don't understand right and wrong."

"Grandpa is going to accompany you. It's okay to hate him. You are not alone after all."

"I'm the only one left. I asked him to accompany me to see my grandpa for the last time, but he didn't come. I called him, but he didn't answer."

Fu Sinian put his phone away and smiled, "Is it true that just like you hate grandpa, he also... hates me."

Fu Sinian turned around and rubbed his eyes on the photo on his grandma's tombstone. The appearance of Ms. Minguo was very young, her hair was done in fashionable curls, and she wore a diamond hairpin, looking warm and gentle.A pair of eyes are especially good, sparkling and affectionate.

"No." Fu Sinian said, "Grandpa said that I look like grandma, if it is destined to have the same fate, then I should be the one who hates him."

Fu Sinian's eyes gradually dimmed, "Do I hate him...I like him very much, but I dare not say it, I dare not say it, grandma."

"I'm afraid that if I say it, he will hate me even more. We... are about to sign a divorce. There is no way to get it back, and there is no turning back."

Fu Sinian rested his head on the tombstone, like snuggling into the arms of an elder when he was a child, but his forehead was cold, not the softness and warmth of a human being. tears.

"Grandma... Do I want to be like grandpa, who will not be at peace until I die, and before I die, I will always read a person's name and wait for him to forgive me."

The setting sun gradually sank, until the temperature of the forehead covered the cold tombstone with warmth, and the sound of a person's footsteps came from behind.

Fu Sinian raised his head, with some kind of anticipation in his heart, he held his breath and turned back.

not him.

The person who came was the manager of the cemetery.

Fu Sinian's gaze sank and he stood up.

"Mr. Fu, our cemetery is not open at night, are you..."

"I'm going back."

"Well, good." said the manager.

Fu Sinian turned around, and suddenly heard the manager behind him stop him, saying, "Mr. Fu, my condolences."

Fu Sinian turned his head and looked at him coldly.

The manager quickly raised the phone and said, "I saw the news on the phone, sorry."

Fu Sinian nodded and said, "Thank you."

Then I went down the mountain and left. I took out my mobile phone and saw that it was still clean. There were no incoming calls or new WeChat messages.

Those times when many new WeChat messages pop up when you don’t look at your phone for a while seem like a dream.

Fu Sinian walked down the mountain, still swiping his phone persistently, even strangers would say condolences to him.

Xu Luojia obviously has his WeChat, and can even memorize his phone number completely. It's been so long, but he still can't wait for a word of concern from him.

When night came, the cemetery was a bit cold, and a gust of wind blew, making Fu Sinian's heart chill.He got into the car and drove back to Chentai facing the cold wind and night.

He hadn't been back for nearly ten days, there was no traffic in the room, and there was a sense of silence. Fu Sinian opened the refrigerator, and there were beers neatly packed in the refrigerator.

Since Luo Jia left, the house has not changed much. When the housekeeping aunt came to clean it up, Fu Sinian also told them to try not to move things in the house.At that time, he didn't understand, he just thought that would make him more comfortable, so he didn't think about it any more.

But now I slowly understand it, and know that there is no chance to save it, and I feel sad in my heart.

The house hasn't changed much, but the refrigerator has changed a lot. When Luo Jia was here, the refrigerator was full of ingredients and medicinal materials. When he left, Fu Sinian also asked people to fill the refrigerator with fresh food. Be sure to keep it safe. It was the same.

But Fu Sinian doesn't know how to cook, and even the freshest things can't be worth putting away. Soon, many things in the refrigerator began to mutate, just like the hearts of people who have gradually been left cold and withered over the years.

In the end, there was no other way, and the refrigerator began to put wine, green, silver, black, jars of any color, neatly arranged.

Fu Sinian took out a few bottles of beer from the refrigerator, opened the can with a "squeak", turned on the TV, and put the disc on. It was a documentary about Luo Jia's concert.

Fu Sinian sat on the carpet, watching quietly, and occasionally took a sip of cold beer.

In the past, documentaries were his anesthetic. While he disliked them, he watched them. After watching them, he would hold back and not go to Xu Luojia.

But maybe it's because today is so uncomfortable.The more Fu Sinian looked at it, the tears flowed down unconsciously, he only felt that the house was empty and full of loneliness, everything had lost its color.

After hesitating for two seconds, Fu Sinian still called Xu Luojia.

Fortunately, the phone rang for two seconds, and the other party finally answered. No one spoke, and there were only two people breathing quietly on the phone.

Fu Sinian sat on the carpet, raised his hand and took a sip of the beer on the table before speaking, "Hello."

"What's wrong?" Luo Jia said.

"Xu Luojia, Xu Luojia." Fu Sinian didn't speak, but whispered softly, like a whisper, like calling for help, like missing, his voice was low and caring.

"Are you drunk?" Luo Jia said.

Fu Sinian raised his head and leaned on the sofa.

The documentary on TV is playing, it is the rehearsal of the concert, Luo Jia is wearing a black peaked cap and glasses, a beam of light falls on Luo Jia's body above his head, he looks like a prince.

Fu Sinian said: "I dare to call you at a time like this when I'm drunk."

Luo Jia ignored his words.

Instead, he looked at the person opposite, with indistinguishable facial features, and an earring hanging from his ear.

He was the person who was by Fu Sinian's side on the day Luo Jia ran away from home, and he was also the one who had been watching Luo Jia walking alone without answering.

Luo Jia turned her attention back to the phone, knocked on the phone, and asked softly: "Fu Sinian, I want to ask you, on the snowy night, were you...always behind me, but always...ignoring me. "