He became my husband after rebirth

Back at Song Yuan at 07:30, Uncle Li had dinner by himself and now took a walk in the courtyard.As soon as Xie Xize entered the door, he didn't care about other things. He looked at Uncle Li expectantly, his eyes flickering, and the first thing he asked was: "Uncle, has Song Lie come back?"

Uncle Li had no choice but to say, "Young master, today you have asked the question for the fifth time."

That means that he didn't come back, Xie Xize couldn't tell whether it was loss or what, this time he was not as unhappy as the previous two days.

Taking advantage of the low temperature, he walked into the south courtyard to water some of his precious trees, tossed and tossed for half an hour, went to the kitchen and took out the longevity noodles that Uncle Li made for him, sat in the courtyard and ate the noodles slowly while the summer breeze was blowing. The eyes are not honest, always aiming in the direction of the door.

After all, Xie Xize felt that he was just like the "beautiful boudoir" on TV who was raised by a wealthy family in a deep courtyard house, looking forward to a man every day.

Xie Xize didn't expect anyone to come back. At 09:30, he gave up completely, took a shower downstairs and returned to his room, opened the window, returned to the bedside, brushed his hair and fiddled with his phone.

More than a dozen new text messages were lying on the unread list. They were birthday greetings sent to him by classmates in the class. Xie Xize sent them a group text message, and suddenly a new message came in on the phone, which was sent to him by Song Lie.

"Happy birthday, baby Ozawa, take a good rest and keep warm."

He was angry and laughed at the same time. This man called him baby while rejecting him. He was gentle and indifferent at the same time. He was not a bastard or anything! ?

Xie Xize didn't even think about it, and called the other party back without hesitation.

He leaned against the head of the bed scratching his ears and cheeks, not long after he came out of the bathroom, his face was steaming red, he erected the mirror, and stared at himself.

I really want to see Song Lie, I want to hear his voice, that kind of strong yearning and dependence burns his bones and stimulates his tears. Facing Song Lie, he is like a sick paranoid, he Being sick is what Song Lie is used to, and there is no cure.

Xie Xize silently grinned and smiled at the mirror, but his eyes were red, and half of his face was wet with tears. He knew that he looked ugly, but he just couldn't control it.

The beeping continued, but no one answered, he turned angrily and faced out the window, the movement of turning around was stretched by him, and the mouth near his heart suddenly felt a little pain.

He leaned stiffly on the head of the bed and didn't dare to move. When the pain subsided, Xie Xize didn't dare to do it again, for fear of any mistakes.Putting the phone on the table and getting ready to sleep, his face turned pale, his heart tightened, and his vision began to blur.

Xie Xize lay on the bed with cold hands and feet, his mouth was open and closed like a fish out of water, his heart was beating rapidly.Uncomfortably, he turned his body to the right side, facing the south courtyard, and vaguely saw the small white dots hanging on the top of the umbrella tree.

Yes, are the flowers blooming...

The screen of the phone that fell on the floor suddenly lit up, and the caller ID was Song Lie, but this time, Xie Xize didn't answer it again.

Uncle Li passed the news of Xie Xize's death to Song Lie at nine o'clock the next morning. Uncle Li didn't wait for Xie Xize to go down for breakfast at 08:30. The husband had a rule that he had to finish his breakfast before nine o'clock. Uncle Li Knocked on the door outside the bedroom, waited 5 minutes for no response, then opened the door in doubt and went in to call for someone.

Song Lie was going to fly to Province C to meet several important leaders that day. He was dressed in formal clothes, his hair was meticulously styled, and he was leaning in the back seat to handle work emails.Halfway through the car, he was still a little dazed when he received a call from Uncle Li. He pieced together every word in that sentence, and he didn't understand the meaning of the words.

He quickly booked a flight back to Sichuan City, and within four hours, when he walked into the Song Courtyard, Song Lie had the illusion that it was like a dream.

When Song Lie touched Xie Xize, he became cold.

Xie Xize lay quietly on the bed, if it wasn't for his loss of body temperature, Song Lie almost thought he was just sleeping.

Song Lie's throat was very dry, and something hit his head so hard that his eyes couldn't see clearly.

"... Ozawa."

"..."

"Ozawa!"

No one should answer him anymore.

Last night he was calling baby boy, no more.

Xie Xize left very suddenly, the classmates who came to express his condolence were crying badly, Pei Yin grabbed Song Lie by the collar and scolded something he couldn't hear, his heart was like a knife, but his eyes were so bitter that nothing came out. Tears, he even envied those who could cry.

After the funeral was over, Song Lie didn't step out of the Song Courtyard for half a month, and stayed in Xie Xize's room all day long.

One night, Song Lie, who had struggled for a few days, was lying on the bed exhausted. He saw Xie Xize in a dream, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes drifted to the garden outside the window.

Under the south courtyard, the umbrella tree that Xie Xize had planted for several years was budding and blooming. The branches and leaves of the tree were flourishing, dotted with many star-shaped flowers, and the fragrance of the flowers was overflowing and scattered into the room.

Song Lie was stunned, and suddenly remembered Xie Xize's cheerful appearance when he was planting trees in the past. He was still a child who was not as tall as his chest, and he struggled for a long time to grow an umbrella tree without giving up.

He always wanted to enjoy the flowers with him, but now that the flowers are blooming, there is a separation between heaven and man.To this day, he couldn't figure out why he guarded the cute child he had grown up, and he said nothing in the blink of an eye and then disappeared.

Song Lie moved away his dry eyes. Since Xie Xize was gone, the arrangement in the room has not been changed, as if no one has left.There was a book on the table beside the bed, the pages were flipped, probably Xie Xize casually flipped through it in passing the time.

Song Lie's eyes flickered on the pages of the book, and fixed on the last line.

"There is a loquat tree in the courtyard, which was planted in the year my wife died, and now it is as graceful as a canopy."

That year, Xie Xize used to howl that he would not leave Song Lie even when he died, but now that he is really dead, the world will never feel the existence of such a person again.

Song Lie squeezed his fingers tightly, the roots turned white, he looked at the courtyard full of umbrella flowers, and shed a tear.