God, I'm tired

The sky was bright, and when the first ray of sunlight shone into the room, Su Yan opened his eyes and fell asleep. The wound on his body didn't seem to hurt as much as it did yesterday, and even walking and the like wouldn't hurt too much, he was happy He walked to the bathroom with the washbasin in his hand, then leaned on the mirror to look at his strapped head, curled his lips, raised his head and rubbed his head, and saw a line written on his arm between his eyes: Remember, my name is Su Rong.

Su Rong...

It's Su Rong again, who is he?

Su Yan frowned, and wiped off the handwriting with water. He remembered that there were no such words yesterday.

Forget it, we will always know each other when we should know each other.

After Su Yan had a hard time washing, his genius was dimly lit. It was only 05:30. He walked to the balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the distant horizon. Even though there were layers of buildings blocking him, he could still see a huge red sun slowly rising rising.

The early morning sun is not glaring, even if you look directly at it, your eyes will not feel any discomfort. He just stared at the red sun like a believer worshiping a god, looking up devoutly.

Under the illumination of the red sun, Su Yan thought of a person.

He was seven years old that year. On the second day after the thunderstorm night, the sun covered the cloudy sky last night. He walked around the house with his phone in his arms. There was no sign of anyone coming back. It was not sad, but empty and lonely. I am used to my parents disappearing from time to time.

At that time, he was still young and didn't understand what it meant for his parents to stay out all night. He saved the change left by his parents and went out to buy breakfast.

When passing by the garden of the community, he saw a child similar to him squatting in the sand and playing with wet sand. He walked over curiously, tilted his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

The child didn't answer him, but was busy tinkering in the sand, and with the rainwater, the sand was built into strips like city walls. Inside the city walls stood a city surrounded by moats, and inside the city were small A small sandbag the size of a saucer, and at the end of the small saucer is a magnificent palace, at least in his eyes.

He also squatted down and watched the child pile up the sand. When the last wall was built and the rain came in, the child raised his head and looked at him with cold eyes.

But for some reason, he felt that the child's eyes gave him an inexplicable warmth, and he, who hadn't spoken for a long time, spoke a little awkwardly: "I...my name is Su...Su Yan, you are very beautiful."

"How do you like it?"

"Well, I like it very much."

"I'll let you live in the palace."

"is it okay?"

"Well, you are a princess, I am a knight, and I will protect you outside the city wall."

"I'm a boy."

"You look better than girls."

"Okay, then I'll be a princess."

That day he played with the child for a whole day, and the two made an appointment to meet in the sand the next day, until he was in the fourth grade of primary school. The elder who was dragged by the light, he never saw him again.

He couldn't remember that child's name at all, and he couldn't even remember his memory, except for the sandy ground illuminated by the red sun, and the neon night, he just remembered that he liked Yanyan, and Yanyan called him .

When Su Yan came back to his senses, the sun had already moved to the treetops, and there was a knock on the door, accompanied by Zhao Yuan's voice: "Xiao Yan, are you awake?"

"I'm awake, come in." Su Yan responded.

Zhao Yuan pushed the door open and entered, and saw Su Yan wearing a dirty school uniform, standing barefoot in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking at him, walked over to hold the child's cold hand, and couldn't help frowning: "Why don't you add it?" A piece of clothing? Does your leg not hurt?" He said while rubbing the boy's palm.

"After a good night's sleep, I feel much better." Su Yan felt that Zhao Yuan seemed a little different after one night. He felt like Lin Han from a few years ago. He shook his head, feeling that he was thinking too much, so he raised his head and asked, "Today What's the number?"

Zhao Yuan looked at his phone: "April [-]th."

"I want to go to Mount Hengyue."

"it is good."

Zhao Yuan took Su Yan to dinner first, and then accompanied Su Yan to a paper money shop called Yuanhuazhai.

The boss of Yuanhuazhai is an old man, with wrinkled face, yellowish in black, and emaciated face. He just sat there and thought it was a wood carving if he didn't look carefully.

When Su Yan stepped into the shop, the old man's eyes rolled, a stiff smile appeared on his face, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Ah Yan is going to visit grandpa's grave?

"Yes, is Grandpa Qin still in good health?" Su Yan nodded and stood behind Zhao Yuan.

"As usual, I can't make it through, I should go down to accompany your grandpa. The days go by so fast, another year, and now the government doesn't allow paper money to be burned, and I don't know how old Su is doing down here," the old man laughed. Laughing, looking at Zhao Yuan with cloudy eyes, "Why didn't Boy Han come?" Su Yan looked a little uncomfortable.

The old man sighed: "In the past, you and Boy Han came to me to buy paper money for Lao Su every year. Boy Han went to City A a few years ago, so you are not familiar with each other."

The old man stood up tremblingly, took out a bouquet of flowers from the cabinet, held it in Zhao Yuan's hand, and then patted Su Yan: "Grandpa Qin is old, so I can't send it to your grandfather, Ayan, take me with you!" Bring it to your grandfather for Grandpa Qin's sake."

The old man paused and took a breath: "A few days ago, Boy Han came to see me and said that he would not leave. You brothers have been so old, so don't be so unfamiliar. If there is anything that brothers can't talk about, don't bother to talk to me." Like a girl's house."

After finishing speaking, he looked Su Yan up and down, and tapped Su Yan's uninjured leg with the crutch in his hand, his eyebrows were raised up: "I haven't seen you for a year, you kid just tossed yourself like this."

Su Yan hurriedly smoothed his hair, put his hand on the old man's arm, and blinked his eyes: "Grandpa Qin, it's not like you don't know that I can fall if I mix my left leg with my right leg." !

"A few years ago, you didn't get hurt when your left leg fell into the pit while your right leg fell into the pit. You fell like this when Boy Han wasn't around."

Su Yan "..." Dark history!

Zhao Yuan "..."

Why does Zhao Yuan feel that this old man is always targeting him!

The two bid farewell to Grandpa Qin, bought a bouquet of flowers, and then went to Mount Hengyue. Mount Hengyue is located in the western suburbs of City S. It is a group of cemeteries. Su Yan's grandfather was buried in a cemetery called Tongyuan.

Tongyuan is well built, cars can drive up directly without climbing the mountain, that's why Su Yan still came to visit the grave with his leg injured.Today's Friday and Saturday are Ching Ming Festival, because there are not many people in the cemetery during the school period.

Su Yan was leaning on crutches, Zhao Yuan was carefully following Su Yan with three bouquets of flowers in his hands.

Grandpa Su Yan's tomb is located in the third row inside. When the two walked over, they found a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, and a person was half kneeling in front of the tomb.

Lin Han!

Su Yan expected that Lin Han would come to visit his grandfather's grave. In order to avoid him, he decided to visit the grave on Friday, but he did not expect to meet him, nor did he expect Lin Han to become like this.

Lin Han looked as if he had fought with someone, he was still wearing yesterday's school uniform, his white upper body was cut a lot, his face also had a lot of bruises, he half-kneeled in front of the tombstone with bloodshot eyes, his arm An old and long cut was broken, and the wound had been blocked by blood clots.

Lin Han noticed them, raised his head, saw Su Yan, his hands trembled, and saw Zhao Yuan again, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he moved to the side to make room.

Su Yan opened his mouth and closed it again, he really didn't know how to face Lin Han, he didn't really care about being kissed, and he couldn't care, otherwise he was going to beat him up?

Brothers for so many years, just as Qin Lao said, there is nothing difficult between brothers.

However, he really couldn't accept Lin Han's attempt to rape him, at least he couldn't get over it right now.

Su Yan hesitated for a moment, took the bouquet in Zhao Yuan's hand, and stepped forward, not paying attention to Lin Han.

Because it was inconvenient to squat down, he straightened his waist and respectfully placed Elder Qin's bouquet on the tombstone.

"Grandpa, grandson is here to see you. Grandpa Qin asked his grandson to bring it to you." Then he put his bouquet in front of the tombstone, "Grandpa, this is from grandson."

Su Yan actually had a lot to say to his grandfather, but the two standing beside him couldn't say anything. After placing the bouquet, he stood there for a while and felt awkward, so he said to Zhao Yuan, "Let's go."

Zhao Yuan nodded.

Lin Han suddenly grabbed Su Yan's wrist, begging in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Yan, don't go."

Su Yan was a little surprised by Lin Han's voice, but he bit his lip and didn't turn his head.

"Xiao Yan, I was wrong, don't ignore me, okay?"

"Xiao Yan, I will never do such a thing in the future."

"Xiao Yan..."

Su Yan kept silent and slowly broke away from Lin Han's hand.

Lin Han looked at the wrist that was gradually falling away from his palm, as if a corner of his heart was missing.

When the hands were completely separated, there was only one sentence left in Lin Han's mind.

Su Yan...he will never talk to him...

The author has something to say: Yesterday the network cable was broken and there was no update, so I double updated today~~~~ Signing failed or something, so happy~~~~