I can't live, I can't afford to die

Liang Shiwei hung up the phone without waiting for Xiao Xiao to speak again.

The phone slid slowly against Xiao Xiao's face, and landed on the carpet with a dull sound.

The next day, the company actually sent an assistant over, saying that he was here to take care of Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao knew that Liang Shiwei had found someone to watch him.He also gave up, and never told anyone about the idea of ​​leaving the group.

However, Xiao Xiao didn't answer any of Liang Shiwei's phone calls or messages after three days, and he didn't reply to any of them.

After half a month, the recording of the variety show was over, and Xiao Xiao returned to Beijing. He didn't even go to the company, and went directly to the apartment by car.

Opening the door of the apartment, before I changed my shoes, I saw a white glazed jade altar on the coffee table in the living room.Xiao Xiao walked over, squatted beside the tea table, and lightly stroked the upper body of the altar.

Start cold.

He knew that this was grandma's ashes.

Without warning, tears fell in strings, Xiao Xiao hugged the jar tightly, and sat down on the ground.

Grandma passed away, and he has no relatives in this world.

After eight o'clock, Liang Shiwei actually came.He opened the door, searched around the house, and finally saw Xiao Xiao on the terrace.

Xiao Xiao sat on the edge of the stage, with his feet dangling on the edge of the outer wall, and lowered his head to write something in a booklet.It's the season of autumn, and when night falls, the sky becomes cool, but Xiao Xiao still doesn't wear much, and his shoulders are narrow, showing a little youthful air.

Liang Shiwei rubbed his brows, how many times he said, Xiao Xiao still likes to sit on the edge of this platform, every time Liang Shiwei was always shocked.

He walked behind Xiao Xiao and said to him, "Come down."

Xiao Xiao didn't move, the evening wind was blowing his hair, the bangs on his forehead grew long, and the bangs covered his eyebrows in pieces, some of them were raised by the eyelashes, trembling with the blinking eyes.Liang Shiwei moved his hand in his pocket, and then he clenched his fist without extending his hand.

Xiao Xiao whispered softly: "Uncle, look, the leaves in the community are starting to turn again, and it's going to be winter again, time is so fast."

Liang Shiwei frowned, Xiao Xiao's voice was very calm, but it was too calm, which made him uneasy.

He rubbed the chain wrapped in his palm with his right hand, and the shiny bead in the middle was held for a long time, and Yingying felt warm.

Holding the chain, he was about to reach out and hand it to Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao looked down at the brochure in his hand, and suddenly raised it up to show it to Liang Shiwei.He turned his head halfway, pointed at the page, and asked with great interest, "Uncle, what do you think of my drawing?"

There is a hut drawn on the page, a small two-story building with a somewhat old-fashioned style. Although there is no color tone, it can still be seen that the hut is bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun. Although it is old, it is heart-warming.

Liang Shiwei looked at the painting, then at Xiao Xiao, and put the chain back in his pocket.He sat down on the steps connecting the terrace and the bedroom, and waved to Xiao with a smile: "Come down, tell me."

Xiao Xiao crossed the edge of the stage with one leg, and jumped in.He hugged the painting and sat next to Liang Shiwei.

The booklet was spread flat on Xiao Xiao's bent knees. He pointed to the old house and said, "Uncle, there used to be a ladder on this side of the house. When I was young, I used to climb the ladder to the top of the building. There are many things. In summer, after eating watermelon, I dried the seeds and put them in a pan to fry. They are very fragrant. In winter, my grandmother dried the radish skins, cut them into strips, dried them and soaked them in sweet vinegar. Here, it's delicious."

Liang Shiwei looked at the empty wall with the painting on it: "But you didn't paint it."

Xiao Xiao shook his head: "It didn't anymore. When I was young, I was very naughty, and I always liked to climb up to steal food. I fell a few times, and my grandfather saw that I wouldn't listen, so he tore down the ladder."

Liang Shiwei laughed: "No wonder you always like to climb to high places now, it seems that I have to tear down this terrace too."