shallow affection

Because of the kiss before leaving, Jian Qingli was in a trance all the way, her hands and feet were weak.He leaned against the car door, looking at the misty mountain top in the distance, his mind was full of wild thoughts.

The closer you are to Nanshan, the more people and vehicles will flow. Although the progress is slow, no one loses their temper and everyone is calm.

Fang Mingzhan parked his car at the foot of the mountain and decided to walk into the cemetery.It was still raining outside, so he took out an umbrella, and just as he opened it, Jian Qingli approached him majestically and held his arm intimately.

They walked along the highway, slowly halfway up the mountain, and the fog got thicker the higher they went. The citizens who came to visit the grave walked through the milky white, no matter whether they knew each other or not, they nodded to each other when they passed by.Every few hundred meters, there are gardeners with street stalls yelling softly, do you want to buy flowers?

The custom in province G is burial, especially the older generation, who always have the idea of ​​burial, so out of filial piety, as long as the economic conditions allow, the children will try their best to prepare a cemetery for their deceased relatives.In recent years, the government has vigorously promoted cremation and restricted the expansion of the cemetery. Jian Qingli also spent a lot of money to buy a remote location for Ye Xiang.

When he arrived at the fork in the South District and the West District, he said to Fang Mingzhan: "You go to see your grandparents and grandfather, and I will go to see my mother and Uncle Jian, and we will meet here later."

Fang Mingzhan was noncommittal, and just passed the handle of the umbrella forward.Jian Qingli lowered her head, looked at Fang Mingzhan's well-knit hands with neatly manicured nails, and refused hesitantly: "Take it, the rain will stop immediately, and your side... will take longer."

"Take it, don't rely on me if you catch a cold." Fang Mingzhan handed him the umbrella, turned and left.

The gravel road under the feet, because it is soaked by rain, will make a dull creaking sound when stepped on.There are densely packed tombstones in the white mist, making people dizzy.Jian Qingli followed the memory and walked to the corner that belonged to Ye Xiang, scanning the names on the tombstones one by one.Yang Cuining, a loving mother, and Wen Xuehan, a loving daughter, are well-known in Li Shizhong.They were all real people, but now they only have empty titles—whose parents and children, wife and husband.

Jian Qingli finally found Ye Xiang. Her tombstone only recorded the year of birth and death and her name, and there was also a dim photo frame.When engraving the lettering, the master craftsman wanted to write the customary "Mother" on it, but Jian Qingli stopped it.He thinks that Ye Xiang is not kind, she is elegant and beautiful, of course, she is superficial and weak, indeed, but she is not kind.

Jian Qingli squatted down, cleared the weeds in front of the tombstone, and then put the flowers she bought on the roadside next to Ye Xiang's photo.The photos have long faded after being exposed to the wind and sun, but the delicate bones and facial features can still be seen.Jian Qingli inherited Ye Xiang's appearance to a large extent. It's funny to say that the old man's two sons don't look like him.

He didn't know what to say to his mother, so he stood silently in front of the tombstone. Not far away, there was a girl kneeling on the ground crying bitterly, calling "Mom" over and over again.The heart-piercing voice attracted many people's attention. Jian Qingli didn't turn his head, but his eyes felt hot.He couldn't stay any longer, and walked forward more than ten meters to find Jian Chenguan's tomb.

Jian Chenguan is his nominal father, although Jian Qingli has no memory of it.From childhood to adulthood, he followed Ye Xiang to visit the grave every year. Gradually, Jian Chenguan's appearance and personality were no longer important. He was abstracted into a symbol and became Jian Qingli's spiritual sustenance.

He offered flowers, wiped off the dust on the tombstone, and whispered as if giving advice to his buddies: "Uncle Jian, since my mother has also gone down, you can chase her again."

When he returned to the fork in the road, Fang Mingzhan was already waiting, holding a bouquet of white calla lilies in his hand. The petals were covered with dew and rain. It looked like he had just bought it from the side of the road.

By this time the fog had lifted a little and the rain had stopped, but the sky was still overcast.Jian Qingli stepped forward and said, "Go and see the old man."

The two went to the most expensive cemetery in the depths of the greenery together. Jian Qingli hooked Fang Mingzhan's elbow with his left hand, but Fang Mingzhan didn't dodge or respond to his intimacy.

Fang Yulang's tombstone is taller than those around him, but who can show off his wealth after death?The two brothers stood in front of the grave, looking at each other silently, Fang Mingzhan bent down to offer calla lilies, and touched the cold tombstone when he got up.

The white calla lily is Fang Yulang's favorite flower. It is said that the flower language is "unswerving loyalty, united forever", I don't know what he thinks, maybe the worse his character is, the more he yearns for pure things.

Jian Qingli's standing posture was not very respectful, with an umbrella in his left hand and his right hand in his trouser pocket, looking at the tombstone in a daze.A person's death really changes a lot of things. If Fang Yulang was still alive, he would never take the initiative to contact the old man.But when he died, everything was different.Jian Qingli used to hate him so much, but now that he recalls it, the most impressive scene is that one day after school, the sky was raining heavily, Fang Yulang held an umbrella and waited at the school gate, looking like he was drowned.

They stood in front of the tomb for a while, then went down the mountain.Walking halfway, Jian Qingli suddenly said: "Tell me, why do people always love those who don't love themselves, but don't love those who love themselves."

Jian Chenguan must love Ye Xiang very much, otherwise he wouldn't have married a woman who was pregnant with someone else's child, but Ye Xiang abandoned her like a child and fell in love with a married man.Fang Yulang loves her too, but he can't divorce her, so he wants to share part of his affection with Yang Tong.

What a bad relationship.

Fang Mingzhan turned his gaze slightly and saw Jian Qingli sniffing.He rarely slowed down his tone: "You are talking about tongue twisters."

"Yes," Jian Qingli grinned, the sadness was fleeting.

The traffic jam at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, and the not-so-wide roads are crowded with cars, arranged in a haphazard manner, like Tetris pieces that are too slow to be eliminated, accumulating more and more.

Traffic jams make people feel restless, Jian Qingli said: "Play some music, let me see what songs you are listening to now."

Soon, an ethereal female voice came from the speaker.Jian Qingli laughed as soon as she heard the prelude, and said, "You still like them, they are very affectionate."

Fang Mingzhan sent Jian Qingli back to Yunshuiyuan, and the weird song was playing all the time on the way.

The unlucky strawberry fell into my trap, I focused everyone's eyes on you to burn, I superimposed my heart from the past and present on your body, unlucky strawberry, who told you to be so beautiful. 【Note】

The car turned off and the music stopped.Jian Qingli invited Fang Mingzhan upstairs, saying that he would cook paella for him to repay his kindness of the crayfish yesterday.

Fang Mingzhan hesitated for a few seconds, and said, "I have a plane at eight o'clock in the evening, and I have to go on a business trip."

"It's only one o'clock now." Jian Qingli bit her lower lip in disappointment, her eyes softened.

Fang Mingzhan remembered some clips from four years ago, and asked worriedly: "Is the food you made edible?"

Jian Qingli retorted: "My cooking skills have improved!"

He picked up the courier from Fengchao downstairs, which was specially bought seafood and bamba rice.After entering the house, I washed my hands carefully, and then put on my apron seriously.

Sitting in the living room, Fang Mingzhan felt that he was out of place with the environment. In fact, many of the gadgets in the apartment seemed familiar, but that familiarity intensified his sense of alienation.

Jian Qingli asked Tmall Genie to play light music, then went into the kitchen and cleaned seafood clumsily.The kitchen is open, and the space is used very compactly. Fang Mingzhan can see his concentrated figure as long as he turns his head slightly.

"Where are you going on business trip?" Jian Qingli asked.

"Outside the province."

"How long will you be back?"

"It depends."

"Before leaving," Jian Qingli paused, turned her head to look directly at Fang Mingzhan, and smiled ambiguously, "Do you want to exercise?"

Fang Mingzhan hooked his lips, and replied meaningfully: "The apron is not bad."

Jian Qingli understood, winked at him, and mouthed: "No problem."

It took a long time for a meal to be completed, and it was too late when Fang Mingzhan found out that he had fallen into the trap of Jian Qingli's "cooking progress". Sneak peek at online tutorials.

"It's 02:30," Fang Mingzhan reminded.

"It's almost there," Jian Qingli calmly put the phone aside, "I've already learned it."

Fang Mingzhan rolled up his sleeves: "Get out of the way."

Jian Qingli took a step to the left, his eyes full of suspicion: "Are you okay?"

"Better than you."

Jian Qingli curled her lips in disbelief, but was quickly attracted by Fang Mingzhan's skillful movements.When they lived together in the past, they basically didn't open fire, and they ate in the university cafeteria or outside restaurants.Fang Mingzhan, like Jian Qingli, knows nothing but cooking instant noodles. Unexpectedly, after four years, he has managed to do well.

The paella ended up being a hodgepodge of mussels, squid, and clams mixed with peas, onions, and parsley all poured over red rice grains.

They sat down to eat, Jian Qingli suddenly said: "By the way, have you received the invitation from Luo Zixu?"

Luo Zixu can be regarded as a mutual friend of the two, and Fang Mingzhan has a better relationship with him if it is to be honest.He and his girlfriend have been dating since freshman year, and they have been dating for eight years now, and they plan to get married in early summer.

Fang Mingzhan nodded, indicating that he knew the news.

"May NO.20, a good day." Jian Qingli took a piece of squid and chewed it in his mouth, unable to swallow it for a long time, quietly observed Fang Mingzhan's reaction from the corner of his eye.

Regarding the matter of marriage, Fang Mingzhan didn't seem to show any special interest, but Jian Qingli couldn't be sure of his true wishes, after all, four years was enough to cultivate each other's masks.

When the meal was about to finish, Fang Mingzhan received a call from his assistant, saying that there was an important contract that he needed to sign.

"Are you leaving?" Jian Qingli was reluctant.

He sent Fang Mingzhan downstairs, pouting regretfully, "I don't even have time for a cannonball."

Fang Mingzhan sat in the driver's seat and lowered the window to look at him. Jian Qingli's hair was gently dancing in the breeze, looking very gentle.

"gone."

"Go back to Cangshi early," Jian Qingli said, "If it takes too long, I will sleep with someone else."

Fang Mingzhan poked his head out of the open car window, with gloomy lines forming between his brows.Jian Qingli leaned over: "What's wrong?"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Mingzhan pressed the back of his head and bit him hard.

Bentley left in a hurry, Jian Qingli licked his skinned lips, and the smell of blood immediately permeated.