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The motorcycle factory lacks recreational activities. If there are weddings and funerals in every household, half of the workers in the factory will rush to join in the fun.

When an old man dies in any family, almost all of them will make a big fuss. Firstly, they will send the old man off for the last time in a beautiful way, and secondly, they will ask for a modest gift money.

But Shan Shanhai didn't pass away normally, this was just something to do, and no one would come to attend.

After going through the judicial appraisal process, Shan Yufei stayed in the funeral parlor for two nights to guard the coffin, and in the early morning of the third day, he watched Shan Shanhai be sent to the crematorium.

Shan Shanhai is not tall and has a small frame. After cremation, only a box of ashes remained.

He watched the undertaker wrap the urn with cloth and coldly told him to go and get it.

Four years ago, Shan Cixin passed away, and he also took over the urn from the undertaker.

So soon, grandpa also left.

Looking down at the angular box, he felt that every corner of his body was leaking, his mind was powerless to think, as if he had died, but his heart was still beating tirelessly, reminding him cruelly—from now on , the people who love you and love you are gone, you are alone.

My eyes are sore, the great sadness and the extreme lack of sleep make the old disease relapse. In the past few days, my eyesight is visibly weakening.

He closed his eyes hard, raised his hand and rubbed it, and his fingers were stained with a light color of blood.

Funeral homes provide temporary storage of urns, and those who cannot be buried immediately are placed in small boxes.

Holding the urn in his arms, he made several bus transfers and buried Shan Shanhai in the Liuchun Cemetery on the outskirts of the city that day.

Shan Cixin's tomb is nearby.

Workers in the cemetery sealed the tomb with cement, and the last piece of paper money was burned, as if his only living heart was also burned to powder.

Fly ash rose and sank again.

All dust settled.

Back in He Yuelin's sports car that day, Luo Tan deeply buried his face in his knees and did not move for a long time.

He Yuelin didn't bother him, and after driving back to the villa, he got out of the car to smoke.

He slept for a whole day, deliberately not thinking about Shan Yufei, and counting on time to wash away his reluctance and guilt.

He knew nothing about Shan Shanhai's death.

The Nanxing villa area is one of the most upscale residential areas in Yuancheng, while the motorcycle manufacturer's area is the most backward place in Yuancheng.

He and the Shan family were originally one heaven and one underground, and had no intersection. As long as he didn't take the initiative to inquire, the story of a poor old man drowning would never have reached his ears.

He took half a month off to go abroad to relax.

By the time they returned to China, the news that Luo and He were about to get married had spread in the upper circles of Yuan City.

He wasn't sure if Shan Yufei knew about it, and he didn't know if Shan Yufei was already a member of the Ming family.

He didn't dare to inquire, and buried his head in the yellow sand like an ostrich.

"Shan Yufei has resigned from Jianshu." After autumn, the night breeze turned cold, and He Yuelin had a thin sweater hanging on his arm, "Put it on?"

Luo Tanshen took the thin sweater and hung it loosely on his shoulders, "You don't need to tell me this."

He Yuelin shrugged, "I think you should know. One more thing..."

Luo Tanshen raised his hand and interrupted, "I have nothing to do with him anymore."

"One more thing." He Yuelin didn't stop there, "Shan Yufei's grandfather, Shan Shanhai, has passed away."

The surroundings were so quiet that the beating of the heart could be heard.

After a while, Luo Tan turned his head back in a daze, his brows furrowed tightly, "What?"

Then, his voice trembled, "Why? Didn't Ming Shusheng already..."

He Yuelin shook his head, "It has nothing to do with Ming Shusheng. It was suicide, drowning in the pond near the motorcycle factory."

Luo Tanshen half opened his mouth, his eyes full of disbelief, he said dumbly, "When?"

"I didn't want to tell you." He Yuelin sighed, "After thinking about it for so long, I still think you have the right to know."

"When?" he asked eagerly.

He Yuelin looked into his eyes and said slowly: "The day you and Shan Yufei parted."

hum-

A noisy and messy voice sounded in his head, Luo Tan opened his eyes deeply, but his pupils were tightly closed.

"I have informed the police about the situation at that time." He Yuelin said: "It has nothing to do with you. The old man walked to the pond by himself that afternoon, and his body was picked up in the middle of the night. I guess he committed suicide because he didn't want to drag Shan Yufei any more. "

Luo Tan stood up in a daze, dropped the thin sweater on his shoulders, and whispered to himself: "...that day was his birthday."

"It's over." He Yuelin picked up the thin sweater, "The Ming family didn't intervene in the funeral, Shan Yufei organized it himself. The old man was buried in Liuchun Cemetery, and Shan Yufei..."

Luo Tanshen seemed to be deaf, and could only hear piercing screams coming from all directions.

He hardly dared to think about how Shan Yufei spent that day.

Did you find that grandpa was gone as soon as you got home?

What kind of mood do you search around?

When you saw the body being picked up, did you lose consciousness from the pain in your heart, liver, spleen and lungs?

After a long time, there was a sudden splash of coolness on the back of his hand.

Luo Tan came back to his senses deeply, only to realize that he was crying.

The tears just fell uncontrollably, it was hard to stop.

"Grandpa." He said softly, "How can you be so cruel?"

But the voice in my heart said: "What about you, how can you be so cruel?"

How could you be so cruel to hurt him like that on his birthday!

"In another month, we will be officially engaged." He Yuelin said, "I don't want to hide these things from you, so you should take advantage of this time to sort out your mood."

"What about him now?" Luo Tan asked deeply.

"I heard it's in Country T. Ming Jingchen found a donor for An Yuxin, and he probably went to accompany her."

"So, is he already a member of the Ming family?"

He Yuelin paused, and asked back: "Do you want him to live in the dust all the time?"

He couldn't answer.

He Yuelin patted him on the shoulder, "Although our two families have festivals with the Ming family, it is impossible not to invite people from the Ming family to the engagement ceremony."

"Anything." Luo Tan said deeply.

"Shan Yufei may come." He Yuelin said.

After a long time, Luo Tan shook his head deeply, and said firmly, "He won't."

"This is the monitoring you want." The security manager said politely, "Do you need me to find someone to watch it with you?"

Luo Tan shook his head deeply, his eyes fixed on the screen.

On Shan Yufei's birthday, he called him and said he was in the Rock Group.

He just wanted to see what kind of expression Shan Yufei had on his face when talking to him.

Under the high-definition camera, Shan Yufei sat alone in the lobby on the first floor where there were many people coming and going, frequently checked his mobile phone, and then dialed a number.

He thought that Shan Yufei would call him as soon as he arrived in the hall.The truth is, Shan Yufei arrived early, but he didn't disturb him in advance.

His nasal cavity was a little sore, seeing Shan Yufei holding the phone, his expression gradually became dazed and gloomy.

It was him on the other end of the phone who poured cold water on him heartlessly.

After hanging up the phone, Shan Yufei stood there for a long time.

There were clearly many busy people around, but Shan Yufei looked so lonely standing among them.

He flipped through this paragraph back and forth, and suddenly remembered that earlier, Shan Yufei had come to give him brown sugar ice dumplings.

The video is segmented by time, and when he saw that Shan Yufei was still on the monitor in the early morning, he thought there was a mistake in the time.

But soon, he understood that it was not time that was wrong, but himself.

From eight o'clock to twelve o'clock, Shan Yufei sat alone in the hall, waiting for him for four full hours.

It was he who asked Shan Yufei to deliver iced glutinous rice balls, and it was he who forgot that Shan Yufei was still waiting for him.For four hours, he and He Yuelin talked very happily, and it was not until early in the morning when he said goodbye to He Yuelin that he remembered that he hadn't attended Shan Yufei's appointment.

When dialing the phone, he deliberately asked, "Have you gone back yet?"

He wants to hear "yes".That way, he doesn't have to feel guilty.

Shan Yufei gave him the answer he wanted in the lobby of the Rock Group.

He couldn't remember what he said in a perfunctory manner later, and he saw Shan Yufei in the surveillance, put down his phone and stayed quietly for a while, then opened the box containing the glutinous rice balls and ingredients, mixed them together, and ate them hastily .

Brown sugar ice dumplings are desserts and snacks, but when Shan Yufei ate them, it was like finishing dinner in a hurry.

In order to give him this summer dessert, Shan Yufei probably didn't even bother to eat dinner.

He pressed his eye sockets, trying to suppress the sadness surging from his chest.

That night, not only did he not appreciate Shan Yufei, but he couldn't help comparing Shan Yufei with He Yuelin, thinking that He Yuelin could help him, while Shan Yufei would just give him a bowl of brown sugar ice dumplings without any pain.

But what Shan Yufei sent out was more than just a brown sugar ice dumpling?

What Shan Yufei sent to him was a sincere heart and everything he could give.

But he dismissed it, and even trampled on it wantonly.

"Mr. Luo?" The security captain kindly reminded: "You have been staring at the surveillance all afternoon. If you need to find anything, we can help you find it."

He shook his head, and the moment he stood up, his hands and feet felt numb.

This year's autumn ushered in a major drop in temperature that has not been seen in more than ten years. Only in October, the trees in the streets and alleys lost all their leaves.

The area where the motorcycle manufacturer belongs is dilapidated, and the building is full of cursing from the parents.

The Shan family had long been uninhabited, Luo Tanshen stood at the door and easily pushed the wooden door open.

"Squeak" sounded.

There was no electricity or gas in the room, and the living room was not well lit, making it a bit dark.

He walked to Shan Yufei's bedroom, looked at the bed he had been lying on, squatted on the ground, and touched the dusty edge of the bed with his fingers.

"I'm getting engaged tomorrow," he said.

There were only large pieces of furniture left in the house, and almost all the daily necessities had been disposed of. After thinking about the past for a while, he opened the wooden cabinet and saw the toys in the corner.

Small balls, fairy wands, rockets, trucks...

It was all caught by him when he went to the garden during the Spring Festival.

Shan Yufei put it away and did not throw it away until the end.

I didn't throw it away, but I didn't take it away, I just didn't want it.

He was stunned for a moment, seemed to have remembered something, and walked to the desk in a few steps in a panic.

The drawer is tightly closed, but there is no padlock, and it can be opened by raising your hand and pulling.

But he listened to his own heartbeat that was getting faster and faster, but he couldn't use his fingers.

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pulled out the drawer.

The book was still lying in it.

He pursed his lips, picked up the book, and opened it.

The photos are still inside.

Toys, photos, and Shan Yufei's only belongings about him were all left in this lost popularity house.

Not discarded.

Just don't.

The author has something to say: The beginning of the next chapter is the third stage in the copywriting, and there is a time span.I will take a day off, no change tomorrow.