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Zhuang Meichan wiped away the tears on her cheek with the hand holding the cigarette, "So... son, don't blame mom... I really can't look at your face all the time, you are so handsome. Like that bastard!"

"Let's take a look, there are some more. Just take a look, don't think too much, I'm tired, good night."

After finishing speaking, she walked out slowly holding the door frame almost unsteadily, and it took a long time for the dull sound of shoe soles hitting the stairs.

Yan Yu put down the will, and opened the following document, the pre-nuptial property agreement;

Below that is the estate division agreement that he had heard about, which roughly dealt with some estates that were not listed in the will or had not had time to update;

Finally, on the day of Yan Yu's birth, a birth certificate was issued by Evanson Hospital, which listed in detail all the details of his coming into this world, birth time, length, weight, delivery method...

And, in the attachment, Ms. Zhuang Meichan's complete medical records from pregnancy to childbirth.

That night, Yan Yu didn't close his eyes. He spent two hours carefully reading all the papers with words in the ebony box, and he didn't miss even a single watermark or a single punctuation mark.

For the next six hours, while thinking about the specific meaning of those words and punctuation, and the meaning behind them, he patiently waited for the dawn and the appointment at noon.

Mid-autumn has arrived, and the weather is really getting colder. Wrapped in a sweater in the room, you will still be shivering from the cold. Yan Yu glanced at the time, and it was almost time to get up.

He pushed the wheelchair to the closet and took out a set of washed and clean school uniforms to change into. He was going to school today.

There was no one else at the breakfast table. Seeing Yan Yu coming out on time, the auntie knew that he was going to school, so she hurriedly brought out freshly steamed egg dumplings and warm soy milk.

"Xiao Yu, didn't you sleep well? If you can't bear it, just stay at home and rest for a day. Your body is in serious condition." Auntie couldn't hide her worry. She had lost weight recently, and feeding in different ways didn't help. Today, she is in poor condition. It became more obvious, there was a light blue under the eye sockets, and there was no trace of blood on the lips.

Yan Yu smiled at her, as if comforting, "I'm fine, there is an important school event today, so I don't want to be absent."

In fact, the school has a sports meeting today, and it really has nothing to do with him.

After waiting in the classroom for most of the morning alone, not a single word of the exercises in front of him entered his mind, so Yan Yu asked Teacher Wang for leave and left school early.

Kang Jing was very trustworthy. He set off from Liancheng with his driver just after seven o'clock in the morning. The traffic on the expressway was restricted for a long distance due to heavy fog, but he still arrived in Meichuan just after ten o'clock.

Along the way, every time he reached a landmark mileage, he would send a location message to Yan Yu, as if telling him not to worry, he was coming here in a hurry.

"Gengxin Road, there are still 5 minutes to the school."

This should be the last positioning message, Yan Yu locked his schoolbag in the locker, and pushed his wheelchair out alone.

As soon as he turned out of the school gate, he saw a dark brown Porsche Cayenne with lotus license plate galloping along the road, then slowed down and stopped in front of him.

Kang Jing didn't wait for the driver to get out of the car to open the door, he opened the door from the back seat and walked down.

He is roughly prepared to not go to work for a whole day today. He is dressed a little casually, but only slightly. After all, his appearance gives people a very professional feeling, even if he is wearing a cream-colored casual suit with a brown color. Trousers, this ice cream-like combination.

"Xiao Yu, are you alright?" Kang Jing knelt down in front of him, showing a level of respect. He completely ignored that his expensive pair of trousers would be pushed out by his knees and be scrapped after wearing it once.

Yan Yu met his gaze and shook his head frankly, even a blind man could tell that he was not very well.

This person's distressed expression is so real, there is no affectation at all, his eyes carefully walked around his face, his eyes are full of pity, "Are you feeling unwell? Are you hungry? Let's go eat something first, can we chat while eating?"

Do you usually look at my father with such eyes?

Is it because my face is so resembling his?

"Can we get in the car first?" Yan Yu glanced at the driver who was waiting beside him.

Kang Jing stood up, a person like him with 'I have a clean freak' written all over his body didn't notice the dust on his trouser legs.

"it is good."

The Cayenne's chassis is not low, Yan Yu has been nestled in the wheelchair for too long, so that he can't prop up his body and move himself into the car.

Kang Jing reached out to help, but he blocked it, "I can."

Frankly speaking, not only are his legs numb, but he is also numb from the waist down. Fortunately, he forced himself to swallow a good breakfast, otherwise he probably wouldn't be able to get on the bus in such an unattractive posture.

Kang Jing stood aside, watching him struggle to get into the car, his chest heaving up and down, and then he helped his legs to straighten up, with a sad face as if he was about to die.

"What do you like to eat? When I came here, I seemed to see a few shops nearby, or a little farther away, you decide, I'm not familiar with this place."

He was obviously trying to please, but his tone was not humble. He was indeed a genius as an assistant.

Yan Yu turned his face away, his eyes fell straight into Kang Jing's slightly pale pupils, and he said firmly, "Take me back to Liancheng. Take me to see my father."

He stared at Kang Jing intently, not missing any of his subtle expressions, that complex expression of shock, astonishment, pain, guilt, speechless but no regrets.

After the wonderful expression, Kang Jing reluctantly adjusted back to the gentle breeze before, his face was already cloudy, "Xiao Yu, you said you need my help?"

He didn't need to remind him kindly, Yan Yu naturally didn't forget his humble request for help last night.

"Yes, but not now."

"Take me back to Liancheng, take me to see my father, don't you dare?"

Kang Jing just stared at him for a while, then said to the driver, "Let's go, let's go back to Liancheng, Xilanwan Cemetery."

A barely audible sigh was full of water vapor, as if this time was not a dry cool autumn, but a wet midsummer, the season when Yan Xiao began to sleep forever.

The driver was sipping coffee all the way, he didn't dare to apply for a break on the grounds of the danger of fatigue driving, after all, the two people behind him were quite difficult to mess with.

"Xiao Yu, let's take a break and eat something in the service area. You are not in good health and cannot go hungry." Kang Jing offered.

Yan Yu nodded in agreement, but what he agreed was only to let the driver rest and eat, it didn't mean that he would also obediently eat together.

Therefore, there was an embarrassing scene where the two protagonists faced each other silently at the dining table. The driver felt that it would be difficult for him to digest as much as he ate. For the net.

"If it doesn't suit your taste, we'll change it to something else." Kang Jing was patient. After all, a place like the service area is not a Michelin-starred place, and the choices are really limited, and each choice is not very good.

"I can't eat it." To you.

He didn't eat, and Kang Jing was also starving. Just like that, the two of them sat in front of the two set meals for half an hour in the greasy and noisy service area restaurant, attracting the attention of countless passers-by.

Father and son angry?

A father and son who have nowhere to go to treat their son?

The three set off again and arrived at Xilanwan Cemetery in Liancheng around two o'clock in the afternoon.

It's not a festival or holiday, there are not many people who sacrifice and sweep, and they don't see each other scattered in the huge garden. Only occasionally a few birdsong can be heard from far and near, which makes the place even more quiet and lonely.

It was the first time for Kang Jing to fill in Yan Xiao's name in the column of "Sacrificing Objects" in the registration book, because he brought the other party's own son with him, so he could finally visit him in a "justifiable" way.

The Xilan Bay Cemetery is a very high-end cemetery in Liancheng, and the management here is naturally strict. Every visitor must register to enter.

At the beginning, in order to prohibit idlers (mainly referring to Kang Jing) from coming in to pay homage to Yan Xiao, the Yan family only allowed the immediate relatives of the deceased to enter, but if anyone else wanted to sacrifice, they had to obtain the consent of the family members through remote video. Park.

Moreover, according to the management regulations of the park, visitors who do not pay homage to other deceased according to the registration content will be invited out politely. After all, the property fee is ridiculously high, and there is no reason for you to disturb other residents to rest when you enter the community.

Of course, this harsh rule was not set by Zhuang Meichan, but by Yan Yu's grandfather, Yan Changbin.

"Your grandfather doesn't want me to disturb him." Life can't be broken, death can't be seen again, there is a kind of distance that is farther than the eternal separation of Yin and Yang.

Kang Jing pushed the wheelchair along the barrier-free passage all the way to the height and depth of the gentle slope.

The scenery here is indeed beautiful, solemn and quiet, and it is a good place to rest in peace. Even the tombstones are spacious and independent, and the neighbors do not disturb each other. The floor area ratio is ridiculously low.

It's just really deserted, and the ambient temperature is so low that it seems to be haunted. If there are no loved ones to visit from time to time, it must be very lonely.

"You can still come if you want."

"Yes," Kang Jing exhaled heavily, probably because he was a little physically exhausted after carrying the weight all the way uphill, "I also bought a place near him, so I can visit it often."

The cemetery can also be regarded as a real estate industry in a broad sense, but there is no purchase limit here, and no matter whether you just need it (buy it and move in), it is no problem to buy a few places with more money and come to watch and play.

He walked all the way to the top of the slope and stopped in front of a white marble tomb and a black tombstone. This is the resting place of his father Yan Xiao.

There is a small black and white photo embedded above the tombstone, which shows Yan Xiao's serious and serious expression, as if deliberately trying not to make the people who sacrificed him feel at ease.

Kang Jing pushed Yan Yu to the position facing the tombstone, and locked the brakes.

The two came too hastily, without any preparation, they just bought a large bouquet of snow sea chrysanthemums from the flower shop run by the cemetery, and were carried all the way to his father's grave by Yan Yu.

It was only the second time for Yan Yu to come here. During the first six months of his injury, he couldn't leave the hospital bed, and even had difficulty sitting up. Later, he finally recovered to a state of semi-self-care. Before leaving Liancheng, he was brought here once by his grandfather.

If no one brought him, he probably could only climb up the long and steep barrier-free section.

Kang Jing knelt in front of the tomb on one knee, took out a white handkerchief in his pocket, and wiped the tombstone up and down carefully. His movements were slow and gentle, as if treating a beloved object carefully.

Yan Yu's eyes fell coldly on his side cheek, where there was the warmth of the sun shining through the shade of the tree and the warmth of the owner of this face, as if unaffected by external objects.

"Uncle Kang, in front of my father, can you tell me what is your relationship with him?"

His questioning had no momentum at all, and the ending trembled violently, as if he couldn't bear the answer at all.

Kang Jing folded the handkerchief and put it back in his pocket, took off his glasses and pinched the center of his brows. During the three hours on the journey, he was not unprepared, but it was also difficult for him to speak. After all, he was still facing a child, a child he was facing A child who is regarded as a close relative in my heart and does not want to hurt no matter what.

Putting on his glasses again, Kang Jing turned around and stood solemnly in front of Yan Yu, keeping a shoulder-to-shoulder angle with the tombstone, as if they were giving the answer that had been buried for an unknown amount of time together.

"Yan Xiao and I have known each other since we were 13 years old.

We are best friends, classmates who talk about everything;

Employees and bosses who advance and retreat together, partners who support each other;

Yes, love each other deeply, lovers. "

Love each other dearly, lovers!

Yan Yu felt a burst of suffocation like drowning, and tightened his five fingers tightly on the stem of Xuehai Chrysanthemum, allowing the sharp wooden branches to pierce his palm.

Very well, he finally heard the answer with his own ears, and it was exactly the same as the guess he had been thinking about all night, finding countless lame excuses and hypotheses, trying to overthrow it!

The sudden truth is like thunderstorms and rainstorms, like sharp knives falling from waterfalls, which can cut people's bodies with cuts and bruises in an instant.

The exhaustion from staying up all night, the collapse from not eating for a long time, the crushing shock and the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow, all of these were enough to make Yan Yu, who had been supporting himself with a single thought until now, drained every inch of his spine with blood, and his vision had become blurred. I don't know Kang Jing's facial features.

The shadow hanging on the side of the tombstone looked like his father's soul left in the underworld. He really would rather see a ghost in broad daylight than see this person in front of him again!

Yan Yu raised his hand to press on his chest, tried his best to hold back the colic pain caused by his beating heart, endured the salty smell caused by his rapid breathing, his clear voice became hoarse almost instantly, "Then let me ask you one last question question……"

Yan Yu raised his head and looked at the blurred Kang Jing, "July 2004, 7, that phone call at 13:[-] p.m., was it you...was it you?!"