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This winter has been extremely cold, and even though several layers of cotton clothes were wrapped, it still couldn't block the wind that leaked in.The continuous rain fell like money, making the whole Hangzhou drenched.

Perhaps the snow on New Year's Day foreshadowed something. From the first day of the new year, Shen Leguang's heart felt a little off the ground, as if floating in mid-air, wobbly, which made him a little panicked.

Fortunately, such days did not last for a few days.On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, a strange call came.

Shen Leguang never answered calls from strangers, but the caller showed a number from Beijing, he hesitated for a while, and still answered.

The other party's routine tone was like a deep well, dark, and even the light that came through was cold.

"Is it Shen Leguang, the son of Shen Gezhao?"

Shen Leguang gave a soft "hmm".

"Hello, we are from the Municipal XX Hospital. Your father passed away at five o'clock this morning from a cerebral hemorrhage caused by excessive drinking. I hope you can come here to sign and deal with the follow-up matters."

Shen Leguang leaned against the window, his breath sprayed on the glass, forming a thin layer of white mist.After a long silence, he didn't say "yes" until the other party asked again.

Putting down the phone, Shen Leguang breathed a sigh of relief.His heart finally fell back to the ground.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Leguang and Haitong had already boarded the flight from Hangzhou to Beijing.

Since receiving the news, Shen Leguang has been silent.Haitong was very worried about him, but didn't say anything, just held his hand, as if this could comfort him.

But in fact, Shen Leguang didn't feel uncomfortable or sad in his heart, he didn't think so.But how should I put it, the moment when one breaks free from a years-long nightmare always seems extraordinarily fragile.It's like once the most hated enemy is dead, besides being happy, there is also a little bit of unbelievability.

But often this is unbelievable, even the most powerful master can kill with one blow.

Beijing is colder than Hangzhou, the wind is dry, and the shaved face hurts. Even the rain is like a knife.

Haitong looked at the dark sky and felt the gap between the north and the south for the first time.He stood at the gate of the airport and straightened Shen Leguang's scarf.

"Where should we go?" Haitong wore a loose down jacket, the sleeves were too big to cover his hands, and he took Shen Leguang's hand, not caring about the eyes of others.

Shen Leguang stroked his hair and pulled out an ugly smile. "I grew up here."

Haitong didn't answer his words, he knew he didn't need to speak at this time.

The two of them blew the cold wind at the door for a while, and the reserved car came over not long after.The driver opened the window, and every time he spoke, he was talking about Beijing movies.To Shen Leguang, it sounds kind and annoying.

Along the way, the driver chattered endlessly, with a pair of wheels in hand, I look like I have the world.Shen Leguang who was sitting in the back didn't answer, only Haitong echoed him occasionally.

In less than half an hour, xx hospital arrived.

Shen Leguang held Haitong's hand with some strength.It could be seen that he was a little nervous, but he was no longer the kid who was afraid of the hospital. He took a deep breath before walking inside.

The smell of disinfectant was strange but familiar, constantly reminding him what he came in for.

The promenade with the lights on also looked a bit deserted, especially during the New Year, the contrast was even more obvious.The doctor's expression was very indifferent. For people like them who are used to watching life and death, the person who died today is not much different from the one who died yesterday, or even the one who died tomorrow.

The face under the white sheet was swollen and old due to years of alcoholism, he was out of breath, and the surroundings were quiet.

In fact, Brother Shen is only around fifty this year, but most of his hair has turned gray.

Haitong looked at that face and realized that Shen Leguang resembled him.

After completing the formalities, Shen Leguang contacted the funeral home.There is no other request, I just hope that brother Shen can be cremated as soon as possible.The person on the other end of the phone kept talking about the procedure, and fell silent when he heard the price offered by Shen Leguang.

"Shen Leguang," Haitong who was standing at the door hooked Shen Leguang's little finger, looking at the strange city in front of him, feeling a little sour. "Where are we going now?"

It was already dark, and Haitong didn't notice Shen Leguang's sigh.He clenched his hands tightly and then loosened them, and after a few rounds, he seemed to have regained his senses.

"Let's go to the teacher first." He dragged Haitong down the steps, step by step, as heavy as a thousand weights.

After walking the last piece, Haitong took a deep breath and let go of Shen Leguang's hand.He turned around and held his face, biting his cold lip and rubbing it ceaselessly.

There were not many people around but not too few, and they all looked sideways, as if they had discovered a new continent.Fortunately, it was at the entrance of the hospital, and this kind of thing only passed in my mind for a second.

Shen Leguang hugged Haitong tightly after kissing her, and at the last moment she almost wanted to carve her into her bones.He buried himself on Haitong's shoulder, and his warm breath sprayed on Haitong's neck, which was still moist.

Haitong patted him on the back repeatedly, the lights of tall buildings were all in front of his eyes.

Shen Leguang's teacher helped him a lot when he was in junior high school, and it can even be said that everything that happened later would not have happened without him.It was also the teacher who led the team when he and Haitong met for the first time, and they were long-lost friends with Haitong's teacher who led the team.

In fact, things like fate may really be doomed in the dark.

Over the years, Shen Leguang would come back to see him.Despite his age, the teacher is still hale and hearty.I haven't retired yet, but I don't have students who are about to graduate.

The teacher is a local, and there is a plum blossom in the small courtyard left by the previous generation.The flowers of this season are in full bloom, fragrant and fragrant, and they are lit up with a cloud of fireworks reflecting the lights.

Shen Leguang broke off a branch, and when she saw Haitong's surprised expression, Cai really laughed.

"Give it to me?!" Haitong took the flower, feeling soft in his heart.

"Didn't you ask me the difference between the plum blossoms here and those in Hangzhou? I don't know, did you see anything?" Shen Leguang was not in a hurry to knock on the door and went in, holding Haitong at the door and talking.

"Well," Haitong looked at the plum blossom in his hand with a faint light, thought for a while before saying, "Let's just make a little difference."

"what?"

Haitong looked into Shen Leguang's eyes seriously, and smiled back at him: "It's a little sweet. Maybe it's because you gave it to me."

Shen Leguang didn't speak, and after a while, he smiled and pecked his lips.

On the fifth day of the new year, the year of worship is almost over.The teacher's health is not very good, and Shen Leguang has been told not to be too lively since a long time ago. The teacher's wife can't help but feel flustered, and even her own children are kicked out and not allowed to rest at home.

Shen Leguang hesitated when he knocked on the door, but the door opened before his hand dropped.

"Moonlight?" The teacher's eyes were not very good, and he squinted for a long time before making sure. "Why did you come here so late? Wanwan has been nagging about you all day—is this next to you? Hey, come in first, come in first, it's cold outside." After speaking, she pulled Shen Leguang and walked into the room While shouting: "Wan Wan, Moonlight is here to wish you New Year greetings!"

"Why are you here so late, is it freezing on the road?" The female voice in the room was a little sick, but she couldn't hide the intimacy and joy in her words.

"Aunt Wan, don't get up, we're coming." Shen Leguang closed the door, and pulled Haitong to follow the teacher's pace to the inner room.

Aunt Wan didn't answer him, she lifted the blanket and got up to pick them up.

Shen Leguang took two steps forward and embraced this sickly and delicate woman, and she tacitly let him hug her for a while before asking, "Is this your friend?"

Haitong hurriedly took two steps forward, smiled and replied: "Hello, Aunt Wan, my name is Haitong. The sea of ​​the sea, the tree of the phoenix tree, belong to Shen Leguang—"

"Aunt Wan," Shen Leguang interrupted Haitong, his eyes shifted from him to Aunt Wan, with a bit of determination to fight to the death. "I have something to tell you."

Haitong was a little surprised, and tugged on his sleeve to stop him, but Shen Leguang ignored him.

Aunt Wan is a delicate person, so the small actions of the two of them naturally cannot be hidden from her.Then he laughed too, and coaxed Haitong to the living room like a child.

"I'll talk about it later, let's have a sip of tea first." She blinked her eyes when she looked at Haitong, her innocent expression was like a girl's, as if everything was clear.

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Amway about the carnival. . . . .