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"Not good, go back."

"Don't be like this, brother Chu." Cheng Yang lifted Chu Fan's shoulder and rubbed his head in Chu Fan's arms coquettishly, "Please, I'm really scared."

Chu Fan looked at his head arched on his chest, and said in a calm tone, "I'm afraid that I will let Chuhe accompany you to sleep."

Cheng Yang stopped suddenly: "???"

"...No more."

Chu Fan raised his eyebrows, and reached out to push Cheng Yang's head, "Why don't you go quickly?"

"I do not."

Cheng Yang raised his head, determined not to leave, his arms tightly wrapped around Chu Fan's warm body, and he just pretended to be a fool to the end.

Chu Fan was afraid of waking Chu Xia up, so he didn't dare to yell at Cheng Yang. He pushed Cheng Yang twice, but Cheng Yang grabbed his hand and kissed him on his lips.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, two big men rolled around in the same bed, and Cheng Yang's body temperature was still warmed up.He bit Chu Fan's cheek, and whispered in Chu Fan's ear: "I don't believe you will let Chu He live with me."

Panting, Chu Fan held Cheng Yang's head and pushed it away. Cheng Yang pouted, grabbed Chu Fan's hands and pressed them on the head of the bed, and lightly bit Chu Fan's cheek to Chu Fan's neck, "Brother Chu, if you don't Let me stay here and I'll keep biting down."

Chu Fan: "..."

Threat, proper threat.

Chu Fan looked at the cunning in Cheng Yang's eyes, turned his head aside, and finally compromised, "Yes, but don't make any moves."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Cheng Yang nodded obediently, like a docile big cat.

"Then let me go."

Cheng Yang let go obediently.

Chu Fan sat up helplessly, took out a new bedding pillow and threw it on Cheng Yang, and separated himself from Cheng Yang with a few pillows, warning: "Don't cross the line, cross the line, you will go back to your house tomorrow .”

Cheng Yang felt wronged: "Brother Chu...don't be so strict."

Chu Fan glared at him, turned around and lay on the side of the bed tightly wrapped in the quilt, leaving only his back facing Cheng Yang.

Cheng Yang was not reconciled, so he poked secretly and stretched out his hand.

An indifferent male voice sounded: "I'm not joking, you can try."

Cheng Yang's hand stopped in mid-air for a few seconds, and then he retracted it.He stared at Chu Fan for a while, finally sighed, and lay down depressed.

Forget it, no matter what, he has succeeded half a step.

Cheng Yang watched Chu Fan's back silently. Under the moonlight, Chu Fan's neck was porcelain white. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt that Chu Fan was whiter than before.

Cheng Yang, who was gradually sleepy, was jumping in his mind. From Brother Chu getting whiter, he thought that Brother Chu was so cute and wanted to kiss him. After a while, he thought that Brother Chu's hair was a little long, should he cut it? After a while, he thought about spending time with Brother Chu tomorrow. In the first year, he will prepare a big gift for Brother Chu.

In the end, Cheng Yang closed his eyes, looked at Chu Fan's gradually blurred back, and wondered if there were countless brothers Chu who fell asleep looking at his back in the middle of the night like this?

The next day.

The 29th of the twelfth lunar month.

The sun slowly rose from the sea, and a ray of morning light shrouded the entire small fishing village in twilight.

When Chu Fan opened his eyes, what he saw was the calm sea outside the window.A round of the first sun is half hanging on the sea surface, shining the water surface shimmeringly.

Chu Fan's eyes reflected the fine light on the water surface, and then his chest sank, and he was hit by Cheng Yang's arm.

Cheng Yang was still asleep, with his arms across his chest and his long legs around his waist. Chu Fan felt that he was just a pillow more than once.

He stretched out his hand to push Cheng Yang's arm away, and just as he put his arm neatly beside Cheng Yang, Cheng Yang turned over and put his hand on him again.

Chu Fan: "..."

A few seconds later, Cheng Yang half-opened his eyes. He habitually hugged Chu Fan and kissed him on the face a few times, and said softly, "Sleep a little longer? It's still early."

Chu Fan: "..."

Chu Fan took a deep breath and tried his best to push Cheng Yang away, when suddenly his eyelids twitched.

At this time, there was a hasty knock on the door, and Chu He's choked voice came from the door: "Uncle, get up, the old village chief is gone—"

Chu Fan sat up in shock, Cheng Yang also woke up with a start, and Chu Xia woke up at the same time.

Chu Xia was woken up by Chu He's shout, sobbing and crying.

Chu Fan didn't slow down for a while, his heart beat extremely fast, and the moment he heard Chu He's choked up voice, his heart rose to his throat, and after Chu Fan finished speaking, his heart sank down hard again.

Cheng Yang hugged Chu Fan, and hurriedly got out of bed to coax Chu Xia. Chu Xia seemed to have sensed something, obviously such a big child didn't understand what death was, but no matter how much Cheng Yang coaxed him, he couldn't stop crying.

Cheng Yang was in a hurry. While coaxing the child, he took out clothes from the closet and put them on Chu Fan. He gently stroked Chu Fan's face, "Brother Chu...?"

Chu Fan's slack eyes gradually focused. He quickly put on his clothes, pants and shoes, picked up the door key and went out.

Cheng Yang hurriedly wrapped Chu Xia in a quilt, took the scarf from the wall and chased her out.When he wrapped the scarf around Chu Fan's neck, the door also opened.

Chu He's eyes were red, seeing that the anger in Cheng Yang's eyes was gone, he wiped away his tears, grabbed Chu Fan's hand sobbing, and shouted: "Uncle!"

It's like a sad child seeing an adult and urgently needs the comfort of the adult.

Chu Fan tried his best to keep calm, hugged Chu He and patted Chu He's back, the tears in Chu He's eyes rolled continuously.

"Okay, don't cry," Chu Fan turned to look at Cheng Yang, "You stay at home and take care of the child."

Cheng Yang's eyebrows were faintly worried: "Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No need." Chu Fan said firmly, and he had recovered the calmness that a clan leader should have. He patted Chu He and hugged his arm, "Okay, let's go."

"En." Chu He raised his head from Chu Fan's shoulder, quickly wiped away his tears, and left with Chu Fan in a hurry.

Cheng Yang watched the two leaving for a long time, returned to the room, and coaxed Chu Xia for a while. After Chu Xia finally stopped crying, he asked Cheng Yang in a low voice: "Why is the village chief's grandfather gone? What is gone? "

"It's gone..." Cheng Yang was in a daze. In the past 22 years, he had only experienced the death of a relative once, and that was his mother.

At that time, he didn't even know that it was death. He only knew that his mother was asleep, and he couldn't wake him up. He just lay on the bed like that, neither talking to him nor smiling at him.

At that time, the eldest brother told him that his mother had gone to a far, far place and would come back one day.

He didn't think it was right. Why did his mother go so far away when she was sleeping on the bed?

Why not wake up mother?

Thinking of this, Cheng Yang couldn't help but blushed, touched his son's head, and continued the white lie that many adults would lie to children like this: "That's right, the grandpa of the village chief went to a far, far place, and one day Will be back, just don't know when."

Chu Xia looked at Cheng Yang ignorantly: "Then why don't you go?"

Cheng Yang was silent.

He also hoped not to go.

When Chu Fan came to the old village chief's house, all the villagers crowded into a mess in the yard, some were crying, some were persuading, and some were silent.As soon as Chu Fan entered the hospital, everyone looked at him and made way for him. Chu Fan immediately smiled and said, "Okay, what are you crying for? It's the end of life, happy and mournful, crying and crying."

Chu Xiaowu squatted in the corner and kept wiping away tears. Seeing the smiling Chu Fan, he choked up and said to Sanya who was squatting on the ground and drawing circles: "I really don't understand, uncle, why every time the old man in the village leaves him Everyone is laughing, are you really that cruel?"

Sanya couldn't figure it out, and there was no reason in his heart. He tilted his head and looked at Chu Fan who was comfortable comforting people among the villagers. If you die, you will be a god! The gods can bless our island and bless us with fish to eat every year."

Chu Xiaowu sighed: "Forget it, you don't understand anyway."

After Chu Fan calmed down the emotions of the villagers, he walked into the room. Chu Guiping's daughter-in-law was secretly wiping away tears, Chu Li comforted her, and Chu Guiping put on the old village head's shroud.

The old village chief lay lifeless on the bed, very thin, and lost much weight in just one night compared to yesterday.

Chu Fan looked at the old village chief, he was so familiar, but at this moment he was extremely strange.

He walked over, looked at Chu Guiping who was silent and bowed like a hill, picked up the shroud and said, "Help me to wear it."

Chu Guiping shook his head: "No, don't do it when you're young, it's unlucky."

"It's not that I haven't done it before, it's too much effort for you to dress yourself, where is Chu Qing?"

"He kept crying and I didn't let him come."

"Brother Ping, let me help you, there's not much to say."

"If I say no, it won't work."

Holding the shroud, Chu Fan didn't want to go, and it didn't matter if he didn't go.

In fact, for so many years, when there are old people in the village, Chu Guiping and a few elderly villagers did this together. Chu Guiping never let Chu Fan reach out. The only time when Chu Guiping was ill, Chu Fan helped him. After looking at the old man who had passed away, Chu Guiping scolded Chu Qing and how they could let Chu Fan do it after he found out about it. He was still so young, so he had to avoid suspicion!

Chu Guiping really lost his temper, and Chu Fan couldn't help it. At this time, a villager with white hair came in. The neighbor of the old village chief was also very old, but he was in a strong body. He patted Chu Fan on the shoulder from He took the shroud in his hand, "Xiao Fan, what you Ping brother said is right, don't meddle in this matter, let me do it."

Chu Fan didn't say anything, and after comforting Chu Guiping's wife for a while, he returned to the courtyard to prepare for other matters.

Cheng Yang didn't know when he came. Looking at Chu Fan who was busy in the courtyard calmly talking and laughing, he felt Chu Fan's strength for the first time.

In the vast sea of ​​people, Chu Fan may be insignificant in it, and he has never done anything that shines. He is too ordinary, but under such an appearance, he has a tenacious heart.

On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, the old village head who gave everything for the Chu family left.

On such a happy and auspicious day.

Chu Fan was busy up and down, methodical, until the burial, he was still smoking a cigarette, talking and laughing with the Chu family.

The older villagers also had a relaxed chat with Chu Fan: "I'm going to the next world, I'm free, and the old village chief has fulfilled his long-cherished wish."

After everyone dispersed, the smile on Chu Fan's face finally faded.

Cheng Yang walked over to hug Chu Fan, only to find that Chu Fan was shaking and his hands were cold.

He said to Chu Fan with reddish eyes: "Brother Chu... just cry when you feel uncomfortable."

Chu Fan grabbed Cheng Yang's arm nails and sank into the flesh without saying a word.

But Cheng Yang felt that Chu Fan's warm tears soaked his down jacket, and his shoulders were hot and humid.