flammable relationship

This noisy, wet weather provoked a hot sweat.

Tired enough, and being forced to say a lot of shameless words, Wei Ran was willing to let him go to the bathroom to take a shower.After being separated for a while, Fu Yiheng refused to move his eyes. Fu Yiheng folded his arms, leaned against the door and squinted his eyes, with a contented smile on his lips, with the natural passion of a rogue. Sample.

Fu Yiheng's whole body was burning hot from his staring, the beautiful kiss flowers around his neck looked more and more charming against the white tiles of the bathroom, Wei Ran's eyes naturally lingered on the marks made by the grinding of lips and teeth .Fu Yiheng felt it, and gave him a vicious look, turned his body sideways, and covered the whole thing with foam.

Tsk, stingy.It's not that I haven't seen it.

Wei Ran turned around and went out for a walk. The clothes he picked out just now were too ruined to wear, so he went to pick out a new one.

A light green half turtleneck sweater and an off-white long trench coat. He always likes to dress Mr. Fu in a gentle and youthful way, so as to get a glimpse of his lover's youthful appearance.

"It's the first time to see mom, you should dress more maturely." Fu Yiheng protested with a frown.

"She likes beautiful things." Wei Ran held the steering wheel, freed his hand to rub Mrs. Fu's fluffy hair, opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Whether it's people or things, as long as they are beautiful and good-looking, she likes them all."

Fu Yiheng looked sideways: "I look good dressed like this?"

"You look good no matter what you wear."

"Really?"

"Actually, you look better without wearing it."

"rogue."

Fu Yiheng cursed with a smile, he was a little nervous, holding a bouquet of jasmine flowers that he ordered earlier, his hands were sweating.

The flowers bloom just right, with snow-white petals and green-yellow stamens, clear and cold, but fragrant.

The car was filled with the fragrance of jasmine, Wei Ran lowered the window a little, and said incoherently: "The smell of this flower is too strong."

"It smells good." Fu Yiheng sniffed his nose and hummed, "How about that song, 'The garden is full of flowers, and the fragrance is not as fragrant as it'."

Wei Ran is now a little sure that Mr. Fu's hexagram is incomplete, but he doesn't intend to say it out loud: "Well, now I know why my mother likes this flower, and I named myself Wei Moli."

"why?"

"Smell. She is the most fragrant." Wei Ran snorted.

Fu Yiheng smiled and asked, "What was the mother's original name?"

Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, no one had ever cared about his mother's real name before, and he was not used to being asked out of the blue.

There was a hint of bitterness or sarcasm in his eyes, and he clenched his teeth lightly: "You will know when we arrive."

The cemetery is the most expensive cemetery in the city, every inch of land is expensive, and both management and environment are top-notch.Here lie rich businessmen, celebrities and dignitaries, as well as miserable hostesses and the most ordinary mothers.

Once it gets into the soil, no matter who it is, it can only occupy so much land.Fair enough.

Two years ago, the brothers and sisters of the Wei family moved the graves of their mother and grandma. They came here on the day the ground was broken, but they never came again. It was only with the help of the management staff that the exact location was found.

Wei Moli's real name is Wei Chun.

Fu Yiheng suddenly understood where the irony in Wei Ran's eyes came from - the gap between the name and the person was too great.

It was Qingming, and there was a faint smell of incense in the air. Wei Ran came empty-handed, without a stick of incense or paper money.Fu Yiheng placed the flowers in front of the cemetery, and took out a few washed apples from his bag to pile them on. He felt that they were not enough, so he wanted to rush to the stall at the entrance of the cemetery to buy some paper ingot bags, luxury cars , was stopped by Wei Ran.

"It's enough for her to have this." Wei Ran took out a pack of Marlboro from his pocket, took out three, lit them, and placed them side by side on the stone steps.

Three swaying clouds of smoke blurred the thin and gloomy face on the portrait.

"This is Fu Yiheng, my man, I'll show you today." Wei Ran held Fu Yiheng's hand and spoke to the tombstone, his tone as usual, "Doesn't it look good?"

Fu Yiheng was a little restrained, and lowered his head embarrassedly: "Mom."

The woman couldn't answer, she just watched him quietly.

"Well, she is quite satisfied with you." Wei Ran smiled and conveyed on his behalf, "Tell me where the brat got his luck, and found such a Yulang-jun!"

Fu Yiheng gave him an elbow: "Stop being so talkative."

The two stood and talked for a while, and they talked about Wei Moli's short life.

"She also had love before." Wei Ran sat on the steps next to the tombstone without restraint, in a posture that was almost lying down, "Those who are acting on the spot, let's have a serious relationship."

Fu Yiheng sat down beside him, and felt a little relieved, they are now in a relationship where they can share their parents' love stories, which is very good.

"The first man is my own father who is still in prison. At that time, my mother was still pregnant, and the dystocia rate of twins' natural delivery was very high, so the young couple discussed that they would go to the hospital after a full month. Caesarean section. But surgery requires money, they have no money, so my unlucky father turned down his face and went to his brother who used to be a gangster to borrow money. I don’t know what happened in the middle, maybe he was humiliated, or he had money I didn’t want to borrow it, so there was a quarrel, and I moved my hands back and forth. He didn’t take the knife first, and the victim didn’t have the ability, so he rushed into the kitchen and took a knife for chopping meat, which was cut off by my dad. Later, I watched the autopsy Report, a typical passionate murder, he was stabbed seven or eight times in the stomach, and died on the spot." There was light rain in the sky, and Wei Ran wiped his wet face.

Fu Yiheng was stunned for a while, and asked, "Did you meet your father later?"

"I've seen it once." Wei Ran raised an index finger and shook it, "When I was in middle school, the second year of junior high school, I went to visit the prison without telling Wei Moli. I know his name, written on the back of the photo they took together, It’s easy to find if you know the name.”

"How do you feel when you meet people?"

"Feeling?" Wei Ran sat up straight and tried to think about it, "Ah, so the four words "blood is thick as water" are farts - that was the first thought at that time. There is no obvious feeling, it is too strange, and it is not related to imagination. The image in the movie is very different, it is just an ordinary middle-aged man with a crew cut, wearing an old prison uniform, cowering, not handsome, not ruthless, doesn't look like a murderer. I remember it very clearly One thing is, he cried afterwards."

Fu Yiheng's throat choked: "Crying?"

"Well, I cried very loudly." Wei Ran twisted his fingers, his fingertips turned white, "He blamed my mother, saying that this woman was too cruel, and she never came to see him once. Heh, I laughed at that time, and returned said a word to him."

"A sentence of what?"

"You deserve it too." Wei Ran repeated, "I said you deserve it too? He won't cry."

Fu Yiheng fell silent and understood a little.Wei Ran seems to be dissatisfied with Wei Moli seven times and eight times, but in his heart he is defending his mother.So he hated the father who gave birth to him. If this man hadn't been impulsive and committed a crime, as long as Wei Moli had a man to rely on, her life would not be so miserable, and their siblings would not have such a miserable life.And he went to visit the prison, not to recount the relationship between father and son, he went to slap his face, to see if this damned man lived a worse life than him.

The words "blood is thicker than water" might really be farting.

"The second man is a coward. He is upright, he likes to laugh, and he is also humorous, except that he has no money. Everything is fine." Wei Ran continued, "He cooks for Wei Moli, does laundry, and polishes high-heeled shoes, and tells Wei Moli funny stories. He invited me and Wei Xi to eat delicious food, and took us to play around. Wei Moli quit her job because of him, and found a solid female worker in a garment factory. Life suddenly became normal Woke up, and then I thought, he was almost our father."

"almost?"

"Well, almost, then it didn't work out."

"what happened?"

"He's dead." Wei Ran said softly, his eyelashes fell down because he couldn't bear the weight of the accumulated rain, and he lifted them up tremblingly, "He had liver cancer, and he has been dragging on without money for treatment. It spread within two years Yeah, she was skinny and skinny before she died, it was pretty miserable."

"Do you understand that feeling? It's when you think you've finally grasped the straw, and you're about to end all your suffering, and it's just a big dream."

Fu Yiheng felt sore in his chest, hugged him, and stroked his stiff back from top to bottom.

Wei Ran hugged him back, and laughed: "I'm fine, just chatting. I've told the counselor about these things, and I just told him again. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried about you." Fu Yiheng said, "I'm just using my actions to show that I care about you, and you still have me by your side."

Wei Ran paused, his back tensed, and his expression went blank for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Fu Yiheng was keenly aware of his strangeness.

"It's nothing." Wei Ran relaxed again, scratching the tip of his nose, "I was just thinking that if you were Wei Moli's son, she might feel better."

"Why do you say that?"

"You are more gentle. I seem to... I have never comforted her. I have never been like you, even if you just sit quietly beside her, listen to her, and accompany her through those gloomy days." Wei Ran grabbed her. Pulling her hair and spreading her hands, "Our relationship is always so tense. I'm not gentle with her at all. She has no one to speak and can't vent, so she has a heart disease."

This topic is going a bit dangerously.

"No, you have your own way to express tenderness." Fu Yiheng was afraid that he would get sick because of self-blame, so he quickly took out a royal blue velvet box the size of a ring box from his arms, "Otherwise you wouldn't bother to buy it for her." This, right?"

Lying in the box was a delicate lady's necklace—the token that Wei Ran pledged to Fu Yiheng as collateral when he borrowed money.

"I almost forgot about it." Wei Ran took the necklace and rubbed it in the palm of his hand, he didn't know what he thought of, and with nostalgia on his brows, he turned his head and asked, "How do you know that I bought it for her? "

"Wei Xi said it." Fu Yiheng replied, "It said that you used to pretend to be her name, tried every means to save money, and bought a birthday present for Mom. You also said that you have a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart, and you have been virtuous since you were a child."

"Tsk, the stinky girl is really close to you, and she can say everything out." Wei Ran was a little jealous, "This sister will give you off."

"Is there something wrong with your sister and my sister?" Mr. Fu didn't treat himself as an outsider, "Mother-in-law is watching, I called you Mom, and my sister naturally has my share."

"It's all right, I'll give it to you." Wei Ran smiled, "Then you brother should also worry about it, and persuade that girl Wei Xi to find a reliable man to marry this year. It doesn't matter how old you are. It's all wrinkled, and when I look back, I'm really left to see who she's going to cry with..."

"There are no creases, I haven't reached the age of 30."

"Two eight twenty-nine, what's the difference between thirty and thirty?"

"..." Fu Yiheng decided not to dwell on his age and shifted his focus, "Is Liu Yingchao really no chance at all?"

"Don't mention it, these two people are one-sided. After all these years of fighting, it is a miracle in the world that they can get together."

……

The rain was getting heavier, Wei Ran took one last look at the photo on the tombstone, stood up shaking his trouser legs: "Let's go. Come back next year."

"okay."

Fu Yiheng took his arm, and the two of them walked side by side, close to each other, and returned from the cobblestone path.

The woman on the portrait watched them go away, her eyes were melancholy, and there was a lot of fate and resentment inside, but it was her lovely little daughter who took the picture of her at that time, so she tried her best to squeeze out a bright smile. There are shallow pear dimples on the cheeks.

Not far away, a goose yellow umbrella.

Under the umbrella, Wei Xi, who resembled her in half, stood in the rain and mist, wearing the white dress she also wore back then, holding a bouquet of pure jasmine flowers in her arms.

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