My whole family is the protagonist, and I am the only cannon fodder!

Chapter 647 Dream

Xie Huinian's eyes were still fixed on the two words. He stared at them for too long. A tear fell and melted the two words, making them blurry.

Xie Huinian seemed to have melted away along with these two words.

finally--

He woke up.

It was under such circumstances that Xie Huinian suddenly opened his eyes in the silent darkness of the night.

My heart is beating like a thunderous drum.

When recalling this dream, Xie Huinian's hands were still shaking slightly. He had already put out the cigarette in the ashtray, but the feeling of uneasiness in his heart was still growing, so Xie Huinian lit a third cigarette.

This is not the first time I’ve dreamed of Lu Zaozao.

In fact, Xie Huanian had had many dreams about Lu Zaozao over the years.

At the beginning, the frequency was very low, almost close to zero.

In the first year after Lu Zaozao's death, Xie Huinian never dreamed of Lu Zaozao once. He always looked forward to meeting Lu Zaozao in his dreams, but Lu Zaozao was never willing to give him this opportunity and was very reluctant to take out a little bit of time to meet Xie Huinian.

At that time, Xie Huinian thought, Lu Zaozao, do you hate me too much? That's why you are unwilling to give me a chance.

After thinking about it, she felt that it should not be the case. Maybe liking Xie Huanian was just the simplest and purest girlish feeling of Lu Zaozao when she was in high school. They haven't seen each other for so many years, maybe Lu Zaozao has already forgotten him.

The Lu family held a pretty good funeral for Lu Zao Zao, but Xie Huinian did not attend.

In fact, he had no qualifications to participate.

At first, he didn't dare to go to the cemetery to visit Lu Zaozao. This was something Xie Huanian needed to overcome. On the tombstone was probably Lu Zaozao's extremely young and tender face. Would he be smiling warmly?

It seems that when people die, they always choose a photo with a calm expression and a smile on their face as the last photo left in the human world.

In fact, Xie Huinian had not seen Lu Zaozao smile very many times in school, except for a few times.

It was when the school was performing skits and magic tricks on New Year's Day. Lu Zaozao was in the audience and was amused by this somewhat awkward and clumsy show. But it wasn't a very happy smile. Lu Zaozao just pursed his lips and chuckled.

Lu Zaozao smiled very low-key, the kind that would not attract anyone's attention. Xie Huanian's eyes were staring at her solemnly in the light and shadow in the dark.

Xie Huinian still didn't have the courage to face the fact that Lu Zaozao was really no longer alive, so he always chose to ignore it and never went to Lu Zaozao's grave to pay his respects. Three years later, Xie Huinian thought that maybe he really should go and take a look at the smiling face of Lu Zaozao on the tombstone.

Even if this smiling photo has turned into black and white, even if the owner of the photo will never show a vivid smile again.

He still has to go and take a look.

He still had a lot to say to Lu Zao Zao.

That day was the anniversary of Lu Zaozao's death. It was very hot, really very hot. In the middle of summer, the cicadas kept chirping, and the sun above seemed to melt the asphalt on the road. The sun was like a scorching fire that would melt the exposed skin.

Xie Huinian was wearing the white shirt he often wore in high school, and his car stopped at the entrance of the cemetery.

After closing the car door, Xie Huinian stayed there for a long time, smoking several cigarettes, and finally got up and prepared to leave.