My reunion with you is a belated confession

In the scorching summer, there are two silent teenagers standing in Jinghe Cemetery.

Grandpa Feng's funeral was hastily organized, and it was very simple. It took only two days since the accident happened.

He Mingsheng looked at the photo on the tombstone, a little dumbfounded, yesterday he was still discussing with Xingheng to pick up the old man to be discharged from the hospital at night, but today it has been packed in a box and has become a part of this earth.

Life is short, but mediocre.

Grandpa Feng's life was a bit pitiful. He didn't spend his whole life with the person he loved, and he didn't see the last side of the person he loved. The only things left in this world were those few daily necessities.

Xingheng held back his tears, as if the tears that hadn't shed in the past two days have been accumulated until today, like beads with a broken thread, they can't be wiped clean.

When I got home, it was already dinner time.

He Mingsheng was sitting on the sofa in a daze, he didn't even know when Xingheng was going out, he didn't react until the person who arrived put the food in front of him.

He Mingsheng glanced at the food on the table, which he usually likes to eat, and then looked at Xing Heng's face, he felt a little guilty, especially when he saw the obvious fatigue on Xing Heng's face.

He is ashamed, since Grandpa Feng's accident until now, Xingheng has been taking care of him, he seems to have neglected the young man beside him.

"Brother, let's eat something." Xingheng pushed the food on the table towards He Mingsheng, pretending to be light and said.

He Mingsheng didn't respond to Xingheng's words, but just took a deep look at the worried man, who was full of his heart and eyes.

Grandpa Feng regretted losing his lover, so he came to this place to live the rest of his life.But what about him, will he, like Grandpa Feng, spend the rest of his life guarding his hometown alone?

He probably wouldn't, because from the beginning to the end, he never felt that the love between Grandpa Feng and his grandfather was romantic, because the romance he thought meant that there must be me in you and you in me.Moreover, Xingheng's hometown is his hometown, here, except for Grandpa Feng and Xingheng, he has no nostalgia or reluctance.

So he doesn't want to, and won't.

People live for a lifetime, and when they die, everything is nothingness, but the young man in front of him who loves himself and himself should have his own love.

"Xingzi, I..." He Mingsheng was about to say the phrase "I like you", when he was interrupted by a rush of phone ringing.

He Mingsheng frowned a little irritably, the moment he took out his phone, the expression on his face was like winter ice, very cold.

Xingheng had never seen He Mingsheng's expression before, and was a little stunned for a moment.

In his eyes, He Mingsheng has always been gentle and elegant, with a gentle spring breeze, so whose call made He Mingsheng show this expression.

Except for He Guoping, he probably didn't recognize it. After all, he only saw He Mingsheng's sullen face when he mentioned He Guoping, but he had never seen such a cold winter look like this.

Not knowing what the person on the phone said, He Mingsheng got up suddenly, glanced at Xing Heng, turned around and walked towards the kitchen window.

In this house, only the kitchen window in that place can see the road and the entrance of the unit.

Halfway there, he looked back at Xingheng, the worry and tension in his eyes were clearly visible, Xingheng gave a comforting look, and began to pretend that the food on Bala's table didn't care at all, just like He Mingsheng picked up the food. It was just an ordinary phone call.

Watching He Mingsheng go to the kitchen, Xingheng stopped eating and didn't continue, looking at He Mingsheng full of worry.It's not that he doesn't care, it's not that he doesn't care, it's just that He Mingsheng's nerves are too tense. If he is still the same as before, wanting to know everything and want He Mingsheng to explain everything, that person must be very tired.

It seems that the end of life or funeral day and thunderstorm are always standard. He Mingsheng couldn't understand for a while when he saw the dark clouds through the window. sorrow.

The storm was about to come, and there was a middle-aged man standing at the gate of the community.Not affected by the weather at all, he stood persistently, as if he was waiting for someone who had to see him, but if he looked carefully, he could see the ferocious expression on this person's face.

He Guoping also saw He Mingsheng standing at the window, the sternness in his eyes was clearly visible, but his tone was restrained: "Xiao Sheng, I'm an uncle, should you honor the things you said you would give me after the college entrance examination? .”

But He Mingsheng turned his head and glanced at the person sitting in the back room, his tone paused slightly: "Of course I remember, but you also have to remember what you promised me. Xingheng, you can't move..."

There was cunning in He Guoping's eyes, but his words were pretending to be watertight: "Of course uncle will do what he promised you."

He Mingsheng clenched the phone tightly, his knuckles turned white from exertion: "Okay, I will give it to you, but I can only give you part of it first, and I will give you the rest after I get the admission letter of the college entrance examination."

"This won't work!" He Guoping tore off the disguise, and yelled loudly, "If you agreed to give it to me, then you have to give it to me all at once!"

He Mingsheng saw Guoping jumping not far away, sneered, frowned, his tone was flat, but inexplicably harsh: "Uncle, do you really think I don't know anything?"

He Guoping was stunned for a moment when he heard He Mingsheng's words, then he opened his mouth and smiled, but there was something abnormal in his words: "You already know."

Without the slightest fear, he admitted so generously that He Mingsheng almost thought that the person on the other end of the phone had done something terribly kind.

If He Guoping showed any trace of fear and denial today, he would be sure to fight him to the end, and he would also be sure that Xingheng would not be hurt in the slightest.

But this person was clearly in a state of madness, so he didn't dare to gamble.

"That old bastard Feng Jin can't even say a single fart, and I still have to show embarrassment to me." He Guoping was a little proud: "I was just looking at him with good intentions, but he is good enough to embarrass me!"

As if he was puzzled, he spat to the side: "What is it!"

"So?" He Mingsheng's tone was gloomy.

Then the hand holding the phone moved slightly.

"So?" He Guoping seemed to be showing off, and he didn't feel that he had done anything illegal, and his tone was quite proud: "Heh! I just fed him a little bit of good stuff, and it's not a bad thing. It's just a little ecstasy|drug, let him have a good sleep, so that he won't stare at me all the time. But who knows that this old thing doesn't know good from bad, it looks like I have poisoned him, and he pulled out the oxygen tank himself Show your indomitability!"

He Mingsheng stood up straight when he heard the last sentence.

"What did you say?" He Mingsheng suppressed his anger.

He Mingsheng looked up at He Mingsheng's position, and said with a smile: "It's just for him to persuade you. After all, it's been so long since the college entrance examination and you haven't moved. Shouldn't I hurry up?"

"you......"

"What are you, you are ignorant." He Guoping heard He Mingsheng's obvious anger, as if he was very satisfied with this state, and didn't bother to pretend to be a good guy.

After hanging up the phone, He Mingsheng watched He Guoping leave triumphantly, feeling a little frustrated.

He actually knew that Grandpa Feng didn't want to drag him down alive, no matter what He Guoping said, it was at most a catalyst.

He originally wanted to lure He Guoping, to see if he could get something else out of him, but He Guoping didn't say anything useful.

He Mingsheng felt a little disappointed, and let out a long breath.