I can't even get 100 yuan if you die

In fact, Yuan Lang was quite like his mother. They knew their goals and carried them out resolutely. Even if there were some difficulties, they would try their best to achieve their goals.

When he first promised Yuan Lang to be together, he always thought it was a joke, and most of the time he regarded interpersonal relationships as a joke.Everyone will be connected by an invisible thin line. We walk in the world. This thin line has different interfaces, and companionship is always temporary.

But Yuan Lang's persistence made him feel that perhaps he could pursue eternity, and now, this person gave up again.

Yuan Lang is a very good partner, he is enthusiastic, fearless, and knows how to measure.The most important thing in dealing with Wu Hao is propriety. He likes to communicate with a distance, that is, he expects you to appear when he needs you, but most of the time he doesn't need you.Perhaps too selfish, but Yuan Lang respected him, and he was always busy with work, which made the two of them get along very harmoniously.

They once planned the future together. Yuan Lang said that when he earned enough money, he would move out of the current house, buy a house in the countryside, farm the fields and walk the dog, and the two of them would grow old together.Now, every word in this expectation has become a joke, even the house I live in now.

Wu Hao lay on the sofa and looked at the roof. This lamp was chosen by Yuan Lang, and he regretted it very much every year during the cleaning. It was always troublesome to clean the chandelier.The lights were dim, and he defended himself against the air, as if waiting a little longer, the tall man would push the door open and enter.

"Don't be stupid, really give her the house!" Zeng Wei came out of the kitchen with fruit, kicked Wu Hao's calf, and told him to move to the side.

Wu Hao shook his head: "Actually, it's nothing. He's right. Yuan Lang gave the down payment back then."

"What are you talking about? For ten years, you have done your best for him. How much is the salary? Besides, you gave the loan for this house. Can the house price be compared with the current one? And I look at that old woman, but she doesn't feel like she wants to give you money."

The word money is the key point these days, everything needs to be measured by this thing, it seems that life can be placed on the scales, adding weights and subtracting weights, and finally liquidating with emotions.

Zeng Wei repeatedly asked her to go home with her bag. She has also worked hard these few days.

The room was completely quiet, and Wu Hao even felt that he could hear the breathing of the plants on the window sill. He was the only one in the darkness of this world.

He dialed Yuan's mother's phone number: "I promise you, we can go to the Housing Management Bureau tomorrow."

During the cremation, Wu Hao was not accompanied. He stood where the funeral parlor burnt paper money.From early in the morning, it can be said that incense is at its peak here, and relatives carry big pockets of paper money and light them up.Some people say that this is burning paper to pave the way for the dead, but Yuan Lang is really miserable, no one burns paper for him.

When the urn was brought out, the staff of the funeral home gave each family member a handful of glutinous rice.

"The past is broken, don't look back."

Throw the glutinous rice in his hand to the back of his head, and the dust settles.

A month later.

Wu Hao returned to their school, walked through the campus trail where they walked together, took an afternoon nap in the classroom where they studied together, and went to eat at their favorite Chinese restaurant.

Time in the school flows slowly. Even after several years have passed, there is not much change. What he misses and cherishes is still there, but only he knows all of this.

Even though Yuan Lang has left, he will think of him inadvertently every day, getting along is always difficult, but it is so easy to say goodbye unexpectedly.

When he walked into the campus coffee shop, the boss turned out to be Yuan Lang's friend. Wu Hao had met him twice, so he could only say he was familiar.This person is a familiar person, sitting directly opposite him, with a gossip look on his face.

"Did you see the girl by the window?"

She is a quiet girl with medium-length hair and a white skirt, flipping through a thick book.

"You still remember the old man Chen from the Planning Institute. This is his proud student. I didn't expect to get pregnant before graduating from graduate school. I'm so angry with the old man!"

"It's not uncommon in our school to study for a graduate student to protect a child."

"The problem is, the child's father is dead, and he knows you too. Yuan Lang, you know, he heard that he got into a car accident and left. What a pity, the last time we came together, he revealed to me that he proposed marriage."

"Which Yuan Lang?"

"You don't remember? It shouldn't be. We had dinner together before. The famous little boss of the computer department, Yuan Lang, is quite handsome."

"What's the girl's name?"

"Why are you asking this? It's called Wei He."

Wu Hao's mind went blank, he was unwilling to admit the failure of the past ten years.He has always been unable to handle his feelings well.

What a joke.

He walked to the girl's table and sat down, wanting to take a good look at the girl, yes, there is still a life in her stomach.

It's a nice and comfortable look.

He took the ring off his finger and put it in front of the girl: "This is what Yuan Lang wants to give you."

Then, get up and leave.

Walking out of the store, the sun is shining brightly, and a new life is waiting for him.