[Rebirth] The Little Mason

"Are you okay!?" Yufan raised his head suddenly, pouted his buttocks, and quickly put on his pants, "What are you doing!" This feeling of being close to each other made him very uncomfortable.

Zhang Qiao lowered his head slightly, before Yufan had time to think about what the other party was going to do, he kissed him suddenly.Kiss on those bruised scars.

"I'm just teaching you a lesson. You are not allowed to fight in the future. If you hit a place, I will kiss another place."

"Why are you so disgusting!" Yufan wiped his face with his sleeve, his voice trembling, thinking that he had lived two lifetimes, how could this person always embarrass him and still look indifferent!It's as if I have to watch you drown before my own eyes!

"If it's not disgusting, can you listen to it?" Zhang Qiao's eyes flashed evil, and then walked away from him, "Did Luo Mengting go to school today?"

"Why? Miss her?" Yufan jumped up and leaned against the edge of the bed with his knees hugged. "Does it mean that you two will be able to sleep so soon?"

"No." Zhang Qiao replied concisely in three words, "Impossible."

"Why? What's wrong with her?"

Suddenly facing Yufan, the corners of Zhang Qiao's mouth dropped slightly, "It's not bad. You should pay more attention to her."

"..."

Wen Qiang is really not coming.

There is a new old man in the Chinese class, the class is creaking and chattering, and those who are dozing off at the bottom are dozing off, and those who are doing homework in other classes are covering their books, copying for a while, and dragging a paper outside for a long time .Even under his nose, the old man didn't care.He is only responsible for finishing today's text, and for the rest, do what you like.

Er Xiaoye came and went from time to time, and the expression on his face remained numb for several days.

Even Yufan's tablemate, Luo Mengting, hadn't been here for a week.

The whole classroom seems to have dispersed suddenly.

Although never condensed.

Yufan looked out the window, a little absent-minded.The wind and clouds outside are still calm, Luo Mengting always likes to prop up her chin, and then stare outside.

The eyes at that time were bright and penetrating.

Looking back now, I feel a little nostalgic.

So when he saw Luo Mengting suddenly appear at the door of the classroom, Yufan was excited for a moment.

She was wearing a snow-white knitted dress, her face was buried in the woolen hat, and she didn't know if it was because of this reason that she looked a lot whiter.

"Miss me?" She packed her schoolbag when she came back, "I miss you so much!"

Yufan stared at her for two seconds, then patted her on the shoulder, "What are you doing! I haven't seen you coming over for a long time!"

The person being photographed trembled, as if her center of gravity was a little unsteady, she stopped her movements, grabbed Yufan's face and twisted it away, "Doesn't it mean you don't go to the house every day, kid?"

"Is it you?"

"I'm going home and not going to school."

"Ah?" Yufan smiled suddenly, and then the smile disappeared, "Why?"

"Go home and have a baby."

"what?"

"This is for you, and this is for you too..." Luo Mengting kept stuffing the gadgets in the drawer into Yufan's drawer as if she hadn't heard, "These are good things! Throw them away and waste them!"

"No, tell me clearly!" Yufan squeezed her thin wrist, "Why do you have children or not?"

Luo Mengting sighed, she didn't know if it was an illusion, but Yufan smelled a special smell, faintly there, like grass and sawdust, a bitter taste.

"I'm pregnant..."

"What are you doing!" Yufan let go of her hand, as if infected by germs, "It's a girl, why didn't she know it!" He had known Luo Mengting was wrong for a long time, but he didn't expect it to happen. Pregnant!

"I'm the one who is mean..." Luo Mengting smiled indifferently, "Anyway, that's it, goodbye."

"..."

She simply packed up some things and packed the bags, not even taking the books with her.

"I will reward you with these books!"

She kicked the book towards Yufan and showed her usual wicked smile, "You don't need to thank me!"

"Thank you sister!" Yufan retorted habitually, "You should keep it for your son!"

"Isn't my son your son?"

"Fuck you ass!"

"I'm really leaving!" Luo Mengting suddenly dropped her arms. She looked at Yufan as if expecting something, and finally sighed helplessly.

"Then go away." Yufan flipped through the things Luo Mengting forced on him, and blew on them.

The meeting between the two was so short that when Yufan recalled it later, he could only remember her flawless white skirt swaying gently in the windless classroom.

In the end, Yufan still didn't say goodbye to her. If he knew that he couldn't say goodbye in this life, would he give her a hug on the spot?

The news of Luo Mengting's death caught everyone off guard.It exploded in the school like a thunderstorm on the ground.

Everyone suddenly felt that death was close by, unbelievably close.

Because of this incident, Class 22 became a class that attracted the attention of the whole school. The principal went away several times, and the dean came several times, either to teach you to cherish life and study hard, or to tell you not to spread the news.

Isn't Luo Mengting pregnant?Why did he die suddenly?

Yufan sat on the floor in silence and read a book for a long time.He was still recalling the way she came back to pack things in his mind, trying to find something strange, but apart from that white dress, he really couldn't recall anything else.

He is not a person who likes to read books, but this book is left by Luo Mengting, it is a collection of poems.

It contained the parting poem she had read.

Was it a hint at that time?

He brought up his sudden idea to discuss with Zhang Qiao.

Zhang Qiao was doing homework quietly, the tip of the pen was rustling, and he raised his head after a while, "Even if you knew it was a hint, what would you do? You are so stupid, how could you know?"

Yufan slapped the collection of poems on the ground, "Can you speak well, don't keep thinking about scolding me!"

"Is there?" Zhang Qiao looked at him, smiling brightly, "I don't think so..."

"Hey..." Yufan turned over, swam up to Zhang Qiao from the side, and put his pillow on his book, "You said that it doesn't matter if you die or not, this life is meaningless... It's not good to live. People laughing..." Then his face became gloomy and sad again, "Xiao Qiao, if I die, it will be like this, and I will die when I live."

Only then did Zhang Qiao put his eyes on his face, his eyes were so firm and soft in the sunlight, "Why are you so pessimistic, are you world-weary? Only after hard work are you qualified to say such words."

Yufan blurted out a sentence: "Then what if I die?"

"If you die, you will take me with you."

After a long time, he didn't understand if Luo Mengting was pregnant, did he like himself, or Zhang Qiao?It wasn't until I found out the note she had given Zhang Qiao later that I understood everything.

Of course that's something to do later.

Time flies, and they have been promoted from the second grade to the third grade in a blink of an eye.There is only one year left from the original intention of being young, and most of you just want to graduate happily, as long as nothing happens.

Luo Mengting's death finally cast a shadow in the hearts of these furry children.Graduate by stumbling, as long as you graduate...

But it seems that "death" is a strange thing, often contagious.

Grandpa went to the emergency room.

In order not to affect Yufan and Zhang Qiao's studies, the family didn't tell him the matter until the grandfather failed the operation.

Lying on the glass full of unknown oil stains, Yufan saw that his grandfather had put an oxygen mask on his face, and a long infusion tube was connected to the back of his hand, with a bag of unknown liquid connected to the other end of the tube.On the small white cabinet by the bed, there were several yellow and white infusion bottles standing one after the other.

Chen Li sighed and said to his son, "It's okay, old man, it's time."

Yufan felt very uncomfortable. He lay motionless on the glass. He felt that those infusion bottles were not keeping his grandfather alive, but quietly prolonging and prolonging death.

He hates the process.

He had experienced death before, but unfortunately it was too short, he did not realize that he had already been reborn, so when the deaths were solemnly placed in front of him one by one, he was afraid.

Zhang Qiao quietly took his hand and pressed it lightly, "Grandpa will be fine."

At three o'clock in the morning, Yufan hadn't fallen asleep either. He stretched his legs under the quilt and put a pillow in his lower back. He hugged his knees with both hands and remained motionless.

It wasn't until Zhang Qiao got into his bed and hugged him from behind that he hummed and sobbed softly.

"I haven't done my filial piety to grandpa yet..."

"Grandpa hasn't waited for me to marry a wife..."

Zhang Qiao's lips moved, but he didn't say anything. He hugged Yufan tightly, pressed Yufan's head into his neck, and said softly, "Didn't Grandpa die..."

"He's dying! I knew he was going to die!" Yufan curled up, wiping his tears with the back of his hand, "Dad said it was esophageal cancer, and surgery didn't help!"

"..." Zhang Qiao had no choice but to press him hard on her body, gently rubbed his chest, and rubbed his chin on the top of his head, "It's okay... I'm here..."

Yufan's mind was buzzing, he suddenly turned over and hugged Zhang Qiao, and thrust his head hard into Zhang Qiao's chest, "I don't want grandpa to die..."

Hugging him again, Zhang Qiao stroked his back, and said softly as if comforting a child, "No one wants to, but you are very good to grandpa, grandpa has always been very happy... In this life, you can't be happy. Draw this..."

Yufan curled up in each other's arms like a small shrimp, and the sound of breathing gradually became thicker in Zhang Qiao's deep voice.

Early in the morning, Yufan dressed and got out of bed quickly, brushed his teeth and washed his face. He was more active than ever on Saturday morning. He wanted to go to the hospital to see his grandfather.Just as Yufan stepped out of the door with one foot, Chen Li called him from behind, saying, "Grandpa is dead."

Yu Fan straightened his body suddenly, turned around abruptly, and looked at Chen Li in a daze: "Dad, what did you say?"

"Your grandfather is dead."

Chen Li lowered his head and stated the fact again and again, "I left at three o'clock in the morning last night."

Frozen at the door, Yufan's mind went blank, he didn't know what he heard and what he wanted to do just now.He grabbed Zhang Qiao who was next to him, and burst into tears with a "wow".

Don't laugh at him, now his only reaction is to cry.

Chen Li didn't know what to do, his mother had already gone to the hospital to pick him up, and the family was still busy with daily chores, pacing up and down the room at a loss.He knew about Yufan's relationship with his grandfather, so he didn't dare to tell him in advance.

"Why didn't you tell me until the end!" Yu Fan suddenly let go of Zhang Qiao's hand, pointed at Chen Li and shouted. "Why did you tell me when he was dying! This is about me and my grandpa! Why do you! Why do you deprive me and my grandpa of time!"

Chen Li was stunned by the question, but after a while his anger also came up, "Don't you want to go to school! You are fooling around all day long! If I were your grandfather! I don't want to meet you yet!"

This Chen Li also spoke like a child.

"Why do you!" Yufan focused all his attention on this at the moment, he froze with Chen Li like a calf, "You don't have the right!"

"Whether I am good or not is my business! If you have the ability to improve your grades, come and talk to me!"

Chen Li wanted to go up and beat him several times, but he could bear it after thinking about it. He didn't understand his son's mood.

Standing next to Yufan, Zhang Qiao hugged Yufan's shoulders pitifully, then picked him up, and said to Chen Li, "Uncle, go do your work, just leave Yufan to me. "

Fighting desperately in Zhang Qiao's hands, Yufan wished he could use all his strength to feed, but he couldn't break free after struggling for a long time, and cried "wow" again.

Zhang Qiao carried him all the way into the room, bound the man with his body like an octopus, took off his clothes and shoes, and stuffed him into the bed.He knew that he just couldn't accept it now, he needed to vent a bit now, and when his physical strength was almost exhausted, he would naturally settle down.

He also lay down and wrapped him in a quilt.

"I can understand your discomfort, but your father is not wrong."

"Fart!" Yufan kicked under the quilt, "Why not! If it wasn't for him, I would still be able to get along with my grandpa for a while longer!"

"If you can know so many things in advance, is what happens next interesting?"

Zhang Qiao hugged him and shook him, "You have to know, some things, even if you can see it, you may not be able to do it."

Unable to break free or refute, Yufan simply closed his eyes and let the tears flow down the corners of his eyes.

Zhang Qiao wiped it for him over and over again, and kissed his forehead lovingly, "Don't you still have me?"

Death is a normal process, but because of being separated from loved ones in this world, it must have become scary.

Grandpa's funeral was very decent, and four big paper sedan chairs were carried across the village path.There are also two paper figurines tied up in front of the house, and the paper strips used to make sideburns are blown high by the wind.The cardboard boxes with paintings of southeast and northwest are supported by reed sticks, and villains are also painted on them.Grandpa placed it in the middle of the main room, with a few oil lamps lit beside it, and tea and rice stuffed in his mouth.

He looked the same, still peaceful.It seems that he just fell asleep.

The relatives cried together, not because they have deep feelings for grandpa, it's just a necessary process, if you don't know how to cry, you have to ask someone to cry.

Yufan stood among these people, his ears were buzzing, and suddenly he couldn't cry anymore. He seemed to be in a dream, in a daze, his mind was abnormally clear but he couldn't understand his own reaction.

A grandma from behind hammered his shoulder, "Cry you!"

Yufan stood there stupidly, as if he was in another world.

"It's okay, cry if you want to cry, we don't cry if you don't want to cry." Zhang Qiao took his hand and squeezed it hard.

He understood Yufan's mood.

But if you want to blame it, you can blame him for not having any real "relatives", so he can't cry now.

"Go and burn some paper money for grandpa, so that he can have a good life there." He pulled Yufan to receive a box of paper money.

There is a large iron pot in front of the door, which is specially used to burn paper money brought by relatives, and a large stack is burned.

"Burn more, so that he can find a second spring over there." Zhang Qiao tried hard to make Yufan happy.

"He is so honest, how can there be an old lady willing to be with him!"

Yufan was numb, and continued to perform mechanical movements in his hands.

"Can you say that I am serious about studying? No... But I am so inattentive, and I don't devote myself to studying at all. Why don't I even know about my grandpa! My studies are in vain, and my grandson didn't do well... I still remember the dough he rolled last time, crooked like that... When did he happen, why didn't Chen Li tell me..."

What he said was fragmented and couldn't grasp the main point. Only Zhang Qiao knew that Yufan was a person who valued love and righteousness, and he was blaming himself.He is a very simple person, he is single-minded to the end, if he thinks he is wrong, he will always blame himself, and he will not come back even if he is persuaded.

Sparks imprinted on his face, flickering on and off, and that evil face suddenly felt old.

Grabbing Yufan's hand, Zhang Qiao quietly accompanied him without saying a word.The gradually darkening sky cast a shadow on his face.

"Wow!" Yufan cried so much at this moment, he threw the whole box of paper money into it as if venting his anger, the fire was extinguished, and the black smoke that rose up choked the two of them.

Seeing the orange flames licking the paper money and finally turning into a pile of ashes, Yufan silently made a decision.

All he can do now is to study hard and not let his grandfather's expectations fail. This is the best way to remember his death.Grandpa always said before he was alive that it would be great if my family could produce a number one scholar...

Then the champion, let me do it!

The author has something to say: ah ah ah ah ah. .Been running bills. .Want to hurry up. . .

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