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In the huge An Ning Garden, there were bursts of insects chirping.

"Dad... I miss you." Wei Xu felt that the corners of his eyes were moist, rolled his eyes, and held back his tears. There is no way to cry when going to the grave.

"Dad, look, this is the latest snack developed by my son. Look, the little guy is so cute! Kids love it." Wei Xu opened the snack box he brought over and placed it in front of the tombstone. stuffing, if you don't want to eat, just entrust me with a dream, you haven't come back to see me for a long time, you don't care about your eldest son at all!"

Wei Xu was thinking like crazy in front of the tombstone. Fortunately, there were few people in the morning, and there was no one around Wei Xu, otherwise he would really have to be arrested as crazy.

After setting up the offerings and pouring a glass of water for Father Wei, Wei Xu was about to light some incense, but he searched all his pockets but found no lighter. Just when Wei Xu was about to decide to go down to the door to buy a lighter, a white and slender Handed over with a lighter in his hand, right under his nose.

Wei Xu was taken aback and almost turned his head. When he turned his head, he felt that he was not well.

His mother's was actually Zhao Zhixin's who suffered a thousand dollars.

"You, why are you here?" Wei Xu hesitated for a moment, and finally took the lighter resignedly, lowered his head, picked up the paper money and lit it, threw it on the ground and put the end of the incense stick towards it.

"Same as you, sweeping the grave." Zhao Zhixin's confidence was much stronger than when he saw him in the hospital, his face was not so pale, and he seemed to be recovering quite well.

"To see my dad?"

"Uncle Wei, it's a bit late today, it's not convenient to wear clothes on this arm." Zhao Zhixin ignored him, raised the arm with the plaster cast on the tombstone, and talked to Father Wei on his own.

It sounds like this guy is still a regular here.

Wei Xu lit the incense and handed three sticks to Zhao Zhixin. Seeing that he only brought a bunch of flowers, he knew that Zhao Zhixin was a law-abiding and good citizen who worshiped in a civilized way.

"It's all here, let's go after putting up the incense sticks."

Zhao Zhixin took the incense and stood aside watching Wei Xu respectfully bow three times, then walked to the tombstone and bowed at a standard ninety degrees, "Uncle Wei, I'm here to see you."

With plaster on his arm, it was inconvenient for Zhao Zhixin to bow, so he bowed three times and prepared to put the incense on the incense burner.

Wei Xu, who had been on the sidelines, did not hesitate, reached out to take the three sticks of incense, inserted them for Zhao Zhixin, and then inserted the rest of the sticks one by one, and finally explained righteously: "I was afraid that you would break the sticks. Now, don't overthink it."

"Ok, I know."

Through Guang Zhaozhi's letter, he noticed that Wei Xu's forehead was stained with a little incense ash blown up by the wind, and raised his hand to wipe it off. Unexpectedly, Wei Xu hid back with a vigilant expression.

His long fingers were hanging in the air, neither retreating nor advancing.Zhao Zhixin was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, "Xiang Ash."

"Oh——!" Wei Xu suddenly realized, and smiled a little embarrassedly. He didn't expect that he would instinctively resist Zhao Zhixin now, and kept his distance completely reflexively.

A wrong skill, Wei Xu seemed to see the fleeting look of loneliness in Zhao Zhixin's eyes, and blinked, Wei Xu swore that he must have read it wrong.

"You actually remember my dad's death day." Wei Xu really felt it was incredible, how could Zhao Zhixin remember these trivial things, remembering his lover's birthday is to increase the mood, remembering the ex-lover's father's death day What's the situation?

When did the CEO become so curious?

In a trance, I remembered the incident before four years ago. Every time I came to visit the grave on the death day, I always saw a bunch of flowers in front of the grave. At that time, I thought it was Xiang Qing or Du Chunfeng—the only friends who still had contact How could relatives who didn't even show up at the funeral remember to visit the grave on the day of death.

But now it seems that the possibility of Xiang Qing and Du Chunfeng is very small, no matter how you look at it, Zhao Zhixin is the most suspected.

Xiang Qing and Du Chunfeng are all the same as Wei Xu, and they can't do the work of going to the grave without burning paper and putting flowers on it.

Well, there is only one truth.

Oh my god!Zhao Zhixin actually came to worship once every year on the anniversary of the death of Wei's father!The amount of information was a bit large, and Wei Xu's mind froze a bit.

"Wei Xu?"

"Ah?" The surprised screensaver on Wei Xu's face was unlocked by Zhao Zhixin's voice, and replaced with a blank expression.

"You... When are you leaving?" The words circled the eighteen bends of the mountain road, but in the end it turned into something completely different from what I wanted to say at the beginning.Zhao Zhixin felt a little uncomfortable, so he couldn't help turning his eyes to other places.

"Oh, I'll go later, am I blocking your way?" There is only one path in front of the tombstone for one person to pass, Wei Xu and the paper money blocked Zhao Zhixin and couldn't get out.Therefore, the considerate Wei Xu moved the paper money in the plastic bag to a different place, and turned half of his body sideways, ready to let Zhao Zhixin, who was stuck inside, go out. "Come on."

There is no way, no matter what Zhaozhi thinks in his heart, if he speaks in a hurry, he can only follow the trend, follow Wei Xu's words, move a little bit, and pass in front of Wei Xu.

The two bodies, which were once so familiar to each other, were so close that they could clearly feel the warmth from each other only through the thin summer clothes.

However, Zhao Zhixin stopped moving when he moved directly opposite Wei Xu, and stood upright on the spot, as if he had been immobilized, standing like a benchmark.

"Mr. Zhao, you should go..." In order to let Zhao Zhixin pass easily, Wei Xu leaned back slightly. After persisting in such a difficult movement for a long time, Wei Xu's old waist could no longer bear it. , began to tremble slightly.

Therefore, Wei Xu, who couldn't bear it any longer, reminded Zhao Zhixin to tell him to hurry up and get the fuck out of here!Stand in a military posture elsewhere!

"Xuxu... don't move, okay?" Zhao Zhixin's deep voice sounded, with a little helplessness and a sense of loss, as soon as the words came out, his hand without plaster slowly lifted up and put it on Wei Xu's shoulder, hesitating for a moment , and finally hugged Wei Xu into his arms, not very hard, but it made people feel inexplicably at ease.

The long-lost breath rushed towards his face, and Wei Xu's brain was completely froze. It was not the warmth of Zhao Zhixin's embrace that made him miss it, but the nickname. It was the second time he had heard it since the death of Wei's father. It was nearly ten years old. Time, he was nearly [-] years old, and he didn't expect to hear it again.

After settling his mind, Wei Xu's consciousness gradually returned to his body and dominated his body.

However, Wei Xu still didn't respond. He didn't reject Zhao Zhixin's hug, didn't respond, didn't even raise any questions, and remained indifferent.

"Xuxu..." Zhao Zhixin's voice was deep and magnetic. If it was the past, Wei Xu would probably surrender immediately and let you pick him.

But Wei Xu is basically immune to Zhao Zhixin at this moment, and with the tip of his nose pressed against Zhao Zhixin's ear, he said lightly: "Mr. "