[Luhan] Rebirth: Chasing the Deer

The news of Liu Xiaojie's death has been confirmed, but no complete body was found. The scorched flesh and human form could not be identified, but judging from the DNA test results extracted from it, it is undoubtedly Liu Xiaojie. The police notified her family of the results and sent The day before, in order to avoid the breeding of infectious diseases and take care of the mood of the family members, she had already been sent to the crematorium for cremation on the spot along with other charred corpses.

Mother Liu waited in fear for so many days, prayed day and night, washed her face with tears, and she became much older, but finally received the news of her daughter's death. She covered her eyes and cried bitterly, completely unable to accept this reality. The moment he arrived at Liu Xiaojie's urn, his vision went dark and he passed out.

Wang Zhong was also sad, but he still cheered up and took care of Liu's mother day and night, so that Liu's mother did not have extreme thoughts and turned into the worst situation.

Time flies, the most cruel, never stop because of someone's departure, even if they don't want to believe the fact that Liu Xiaojie passed away, life must go on, under this, the date of Liu Xiaojie's burial has quietly come , and the location was set at a certain cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

That day the weather was gloomy, with continuous drizzle, many people came, most of them were familiar faces, Gao Suyao, Han Yi, Lan Xi, Shu Yu, the old witch... and Liu Xiaojie's current or former classmates, all of them were dressed in black Wearing trousers, holding a white chrysanthemum in hand, with a solemn face, they went to the tomb one by one to worship.

It was rare for the old hag to show a bit of sadness. Looking at Liu Xiaojie's photo on the tombstone, the girl smiled softly, with the corners of her lips curled up in just the right arc.

Sadness flashed across the eyes of the old witch, and she placed the flowers in front of the tomb, folded her hands together, bowed down and bowed, and sighed regretfully, "Oh, what a pity..."

Lan Xi lined up at the back, her eyes were red, she couldn't help wiping away her tears, she glanced at the audience, and murmured sadly: "Lu Han, you really didn't come..."

"It looks like it is." Han Yi stood beside her, looking around lightly, red candles burning incense, wreaths, and marble tombstones lined up in layers, solemn and solemn, looking at all this, in his eyes There is a hint of imperceptible disgust, no matter how many times you visit, this place is always unpleasant.

"He's so cruel, no matter what, he should come to see Xiaojie off for the last time." Lan Xi was annoyed.

"Probably for him, it's not the end yet." Han Yi wiped off the cold rain on his face, and opened his mouth indifferently.

The tomb is the end of a person. There is no doubt that this funeral is the end of Liu Xiaojie. As for whether it belongs to another person, it is hard to say.

Luhan took a leave of absence from school to prepare for studying abroad, and spent all day in his room reading and learning Korean, shutting himself out.

Naturally, Mother Lu heard about Su Yi, and while she was sad, she was also very worried about her son. She knew how good Lu Han and Su Yi's relationship was, and this blow must have been unimaginably heavy for him. So the deer mother now wished she could watch over him 24 hours a day, for fear that he would be overwhelmed.

But what she didn't expect was that Luhan behaved normally, he didn't overreact, nor was he immersed in grief, and he didn't shed a drop of tears except at the scene that day.

He eats, sleeps, and reads normally, but he is much quieter and thinner than before. The deep dark circles under his eyelids are clearly visible, as if he has grown from a frizzy boy to an adult in no time. .

The calmer Luhan was, the more worried Mother Lu was, but she didn't know what to worry about. Luhan's reaction was calmer than any of them. She wanted to persuade her, but she didn't know how to persuade her. Until one day, Mother Lu got up in the middle of the night In the toilet, in a daze, she heard the sound of vomiting coming from the kitchen, she ran over in a panic, and saw Lu Han standing by the sink, bowing his thin back, vomiting violently, there was a cloud of vomit in the air. There was a stench, Mother Deer looked at the filth in the sink, she couldn't help covering her mouth, her eyes were sore, this was not the first time she had seen such a scene, since that day, Lu Han's appetite was extremely poor, he vomited whatever he ate, what happened? Nursing did not improve.

The boy's somewhat messy black hair was wet with cold sweat, and it slowly slid down along his pale and transparent skin, and tiny blood vessels could be vaguely seen.

Lu Han found her, he was slightly stunned, raised his head, wiped his mouth, and called softly: "Mom?"

The statement, which was obviously surprising, was covered by his calm tone, without any emotional fluctuations, as if all his strength had been exhausted that day.

"Luhan, we won't go to Korea anymore, mom won't force you anymore, don't act like this, okay?" Mother deer stepped forward a few steps, hugged her son who was already half a head taller than herself, and slowly frowned. She wiped her beautiful face, wept unceasingly, and choked with sobs, "If Xiaojie knew what you are like now, she wouldn't feel at ease in heaven."

Lu Han obediently let her hold her, motionless, a faint scent of soap poured into his nose, it was a familiar smell in his memory, he smiled, stretched out his arms, and gently hugged her back, coquettishly like when he was a child , "Mom, what are you talking about, I'm fine, don't worry, it's just that I don't have a good appetite, it will be fine after a while."

"I must go to South Korea, you know, this is my long-standing dream, how can I give up lightly?" Lu Han coaxed softly, his eyes were extremely dark, and his skinny knuckles gradually shrunk.

Facts have proved that there are many things, even though he swears by his mouth, but after a while, they still haven't improved, such as his worsening appetite and worsening sleep quality.

Luhan didn't care, he still ate and vomited, eating mechanically, and regarded it as a task that must be completed; if he couldn't sleep, he simply didn't sleep, saved his time for reading, and memorized every word carefully, For each phonetic symbol, repeat the spelling silently.

Sometimes, he was thankful that he couldn't fall asleep, because once he fell asleep and had a dream, no matter it was good or bad, as long as she appeared, he would never wake up again.

He could feel his physical weakness, but he was unable to change, and he didn't want to change. He was not as strong as she imagined, let alone so powerful.

He thought to himself countless times, why should he save him?Why wasn't he the one who died?

If time could be turned back, he really hoped that the person lying below was him.

Seeing that Luhan's complexion is getting haggard day by day, the mother of Lu sees it in her eyes and feels pain in her heart. Every day, she cooks soup for him in different ways to replenish his body, hoping that his face will be more bloody. Of course, Luhan understands her good and suffering With care, no matter how bitter the soup was, he would drink every drop in front of her every time, trying his best to suppress the nausea in his stomach and stop the urge to vomit.

Not long after such days lasted, he suddenly received a call.

"Hi, hello, is this Lu Han?" The other party's voice was very neutral, but it could be heard that it was a girl.

At that time Luhan was flipping through a Korean book, listening to the strange voice coming from the phone, he was stunned, hesitantly asked: "You are?"

"My surname is Fu, and I am the editor of xx magazine, and I was also the editor-in-chief of Xiaojie." The other party introduced himself with a refreshing tone.

Lu Han tightened his grip on the phone, his voice stagnant, "May I ask what's the matter?"

"Oh, I heard about Xiaojie. To be honest, everything happened so suddenly that I still can't believe it..." The other party's tone was suddenly low, full of sadness, paused, and then let out a soft sound. Sighing, "It's getting far, of course I'm looking for you for business, there's something I want to show you, about Xiaojie, do you have time this afternoon?"

About Xiaojie...

Lu Han was stunned, his palms were sweating slightly, his heart was beating powerfully, after a long time, he nodded slightly, "Yes."

Luhan hadn't gone out for a long time, when the sun poured down on him, the scorching breath rushed towards his face, he narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the blue sky and the golden earth with his dark eyes, he was in a daze Remember, it is still summer now.

He lowered his hat a little uncomfortable, identified the direction, and got on the bus.

The place they agreed to meet was a cafe in the city center. It was not a very famous shop, but it was small and exquisite, quiet and comfortable. The aroma of coffee makes people feel refreshed.

There weren't many customers, so Lu Han entered the store and looked around. Based on the appearance described by the other party on the phone, he quickly recognized her by the floor-to-ceiling window. It was a woman with a very distinctive appearance, in her early twenties. Appearance, ear-length short hair, T-shirt and trousers, simple yet capable, holding a cup of coffee in her hand, she raised her eyes and looked out the window, dazed.

Seeing this, Lu Han didn't disturb her, but walked over quietly, and consciously sat on the seat opposite her.

Only then did the woman come back to her senses, and she was not surprised by his appearance. Looking at the handsome young man in front of her, she generously extended her hand to him, and smiled heartily, "Hello, first time meeting, my name is Fu Ping."

"Hello." Lu Han smiled lightly, and held it politely.

After a simple exchange of pleasantries, the two got to the point.

Luhan asked: "Miss Fu, what do you want to show me?"

"You are the same age as Xiaojie, just let her call me Miss Ping." Hearing his address, Fu Ping felt a chill, and waved her hands in disgust, without procrastinating, she directly took out a file bag from her bag, Handed it to him, "Hey, take a look, this is the original picture book that Xiaojie sent me, and I printed it out."

"Painting book?" Lu Han took it with both hands, startled, and asked doubtfully, "What picture book?"

"Didn't you hear her mention it?" Fu Ping raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, sipped her coffee and said, "It should be a few months ago, she found me happily, and said that she wanted to publish a picture album, as a token of love for you , and gave me a new card number, saying that all manuscript fees will be paid to it in the future, and it was then that I learned of your existence."

Lu Han was stunned, and the deepest memory buried in his mind gradually recovered.

"The first work I published with this board, all the royalties must be attributed to you, so I will accept it."

At that time, the girl with black hair and black eyes was wearing a pure white suspender nightdress, sitting cross-legged on the sofa with no image, she was full of energy, smiling like a little fox, lazily shaking a finger at him, Bargain with him.

The voice and smile are still in front of my eyes.

Lu Han felt a pain in his heart, it turned out that she was serious.

Seeing that he was silent, Fu Ping paused, and continued: "She is no longer here, no matter what, whether as her editor or as a friend, I will do my best to help her publish it, which can be regarded as fulfilling her last wish. I have already read the manuscript, and there is no major problem, but after thinking about it for a long time, I still think it would be better to show it to you, after all, to be honest, judging by the ending, the sales may not be very good."

"...Is it a tragedy?" Lu Han closed his eyes halfway, gently stroking the cover of the document bag with slightly trembling fingers, and asked softly after a long silence.

"No." Fu Ping looked at him with a complicated expression, shook her head, and said flatly: "This album is about you."

And that child, how could he bear to draw a tragedy.

The author has something to say:

Accidentally wrote too much. I originally wanted to end Xiaojie’s funeral in one chapter, but now I have to divide it into two chapters. It is estimated that the update time will be relatively late in the future, around the early morning, maybe, usually after finishing writing.

There is one more chapter in this volume, so it’s over. I just don’t know if I should write a side story. I originally planned to write about Liu Xiaojie. I don’t know if you want to read it. Scene oh, cough cough.