across winter

The two of them said nothing on the way home, and they left the box intact in the distance, after all, it was Lu Mingqing's last obsession.

But everything happened too fast. Before Zhou Zhining and Xu Sihang got out of their emotions, the two of them had just opened the door and sat on the sofa for a while, when Xu Sihang answered a phone call.

It was Shu Yao who called. Shu Yao couldn't make a sound, choked up and organized her words intermittently. She said, "Lu Mingqing committed suicide."

Xu Sihang and Zhou Zhining looked at each other in astonishment.

"How did you know?"

"This morning, Lu Mingqing suddenly asked to see me in prison."

"And you went?"

"I went...he gave me a letter and asked me to pass it on to Brother Zhining."

Zhou Zhining glanced at Xu Sihang, and took the phone over, "What did you say in the letter?"

Shu Yao cried even harder, Zhou Zhining and Xu Sihang didn't speak to each other, they didn't try to persuade her, because they didn't try to coax her, both of them knew that any words of comfort they said at this time were futile.

There was a rustling sound from the phone. It was Shu Yao who was opening a letter. She took out a piece of paper and blew her nose, and read word by word in a crying voice:

"Words are like meeting each other, Zhou Zhining, I will take the Lu family as a congratulatory gift. I wish you and Xu Sihang a happy marriage for a hundred years, and you will be safe every year."

The word "An" made Lin Shuyao, who had finally recovered from her emotions, burst into tears again.

Xu Sihang didn't know what to say anymore, so he opened his mouth with difficulty, and asked Shu Yao, "Then, didn't he say anything else?"

"Have"

"what?"

"He said that he begged me to cremate the box under the loquat tree behind his villa with him after his death. He has already bought a tomb in Nanshan, so he can just bury him directly."

Shu Yao continued, "He said it to me with a smile at the time. I thought he was just joking, but who knew he committed suicide just one day later."

"He broke the enamel cup, cut his wrists at night, and no one knows."

"But why am I so stupid? I didn't realize it when he said it. I really thought it was just a joke, but I went to Nanshan to see it. He really set it up a long time ago. I asked the administrator, this empty tomb It was set up five years ago." Shu Yao couldn't help crying, suppressing her low gasps.

"It's not your fault, Yaoyao." Xu Sihang shook his head and said softly, "He's been planning for so long, you can't stop him."

Xu Sihang felt as if he had been in a lifetime before Zhou Zhining held him in his arms as if he had lost all his strength, holding his head in pain, tears fell uncontrollably the moment Shu Yao hung up the phone.

He and Zhou Zhining are safe and happy, but there are some people who are parted from each other and never see each other.

Xu Sihang, Zhou Zhining and Shu Yao organized Lu Mingqing's funeral together, and only Yu Jiang came.

The last time they met Lu Mingqing was in Nanshan, the tombstone in Nanshan was cold, it was surprisingly cold.

As soon as Xu Sihang reached out and touched it, he retracted his hand reflexively. Shu Yao and Yu Jiang were wearing plain black dresses, and the four came to sweep the tomb and offer flowers.

Although Lu Mingqing bothered Xu Sihang a lot during his lifetime, he still didn't hurt him.Is it hateful?Hateful, he killed his brother and let his father go to jail smoothly.Is he pitiful?Poor, his teenage lover was insulted, depressed and committed suicide. His peaceful life was turned into a pool of muddy water by his biological father and brother.

"Let's go." Zhou Zhining took Xu Sihang's hand, the wind in Nanshan picked up, blowing away the black silk scarf around Shu Yao's neck, she didn't pick it up, and went down the mountain with Yu Jiang.

Si Hang, who was walking behind, turned his head in the middle of the walk. A black silk scarf was hung on a corner of the tombstone. There was a black and white photo on the cold tombstone. The boy and the boy were smiling in full bloom.