Laughing astray

Today is a cloudy day, and when Yan Zihan was driving, Cong Xiao nestled in the co-pilot on the side to catch up on sleep. I don't know if it was because of the weather or because of the unexplainable feeling last night, I just lay there all night in a daze, Now the whole person is a little drowsy.

Yan Zihan also didn't sleep all night. After Bai Shaorong died, he didn't come to see him for a long time. He was a little afraid, a little scared, lacking courage and faith.

He thought he would be alone for the rest of the time, and the relationship with Bai Shaorong couldn't be said to be unforgettable, but it was an existence engraved in his memory, just like what he told Cong Xiaoyi, he couldn't forget it.

"Do you want to buy a bunch of flowers?" In the quiet space, Cong Xiaoyi, who Yan Zihan thought was asleep, suddenly spoke.

"Ah..." Yan Zihan turned his head and looked out the window of the car. It should be because he just passed the flower shop that Cong Xiao asked.

Sure enough, he saw a flower shop in the rearview mirror, and the speed of the car was not fast at all. Yan Zihan parked the car on the side of the road, and got out of the car with Cong Xiao.

"What kind of flowers should I buy?" Cong Xiao pulled the clothes on his body, it started to drizzle, and a gust of cold wind blew, and Cong Xiao's short bangs were lifted up, revealing his smooth and round forehead.

Yan Zihan helped Cong Xiao straighten his messy hair, "He likes daisies."

When Cong Xiao was young, he felt that flowers are generally liked by girls, and he doesn’t know much about flowers. In fact, there is still an essential difference between him and Bai Shaorong, just like using a flower name to describe Bai Shaorong. It is a daisy, the demeanor of a gentleman, to describe him, it should be a dogtail grass, which is strong and can bloom anywhere.

Probably amused by his own thoughts, Cong Xiao laughed a few times as soon as he walked to the door of the flower shop, Yan Zihan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"It's okay." Cong said with a smile.

When the little flower shop girl saw two people coming in, she stopped what she was doing and said to the door, "Welcome, what do you need?"

"Come to buy a bouquet of flowers." Cong Xiao turned around and looked at the flowers around him. Except for the red roses, he couldn't name them, and he couldn't tell the difference between them.

"Give it to someone?" The little girl came over, smiled sweetly, looked at the two of them and asked enthusiastically, "Give it to your girlfriend?"

"Give it to my brother." Cong Xiaoyi touched the petals of the red rose with his fingertips, "Just, do you have any daisies?"

"Yes!" The little girl didn't ask much, and turned around and walked to the shelf on the other side with the two of them, "The goods that have just been shipped, today's ones look more lively than the previous ones."

"Which one is this?" Cong Xiao asked, there were several different colors on the shelf, and he couldn't tell the difference.

"Both." Yan Zihan answered first, "Buy this one."

What Yan Zihan was talking about was a small blue flower with slender and white petals, surrounded by a cluster of light blue stamens, it looked very fresh, and it really suited Bai Shaorong.

"This is the first time I bought this product today. I didn't expect you to like it." After the little girl was sure, she picked up a bunch with a smile, "It's okay, I didn't plan to buy this product. Although it looks beautiful, many people think it's It represents parting, which is a bit sad."

"Pretty for the bag." Cong said with a smile, "Just look good, why did you say goodbye?"

"Daisies have flower language." Yan Zihan smiled, pointing to the surrounding flowers, "Every flower has a flower language, daisy represents eternal happiness, and another kind is parting."

"Ah." Cong Xiao opened his mouth, "Why don't we change it, parting or something, it's a bit bad."

"No need." Yan Zihan said, "Buy what he likes."

As soon as Cong Xiao didn't answer, he asked the little girl to add a circle of small daisies with yellow stamens around her, and wrapped them in a nice bow before carefully holding them up, "Not bad."

"Come again next time." The little girl said, and casually picked up a red rose from the side, "You two look so handsome, I gave it to you."

"Thank you." Cong Xiao blinked at the little girl, "Everyone who loves flowers is a good girl."

Cong Xiaoyi didn't put down the flowers, but kept holding them on the way to the cemetery, his palms sweating a little.

Yan Zihan parked the car and looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar place with no expression on his face. Cong Xiaoyi first got out of the car holding flowers, and Yan Zihan followed behind.

"Go a little farther inside." Yan Zihan said.

"Ah."

The cemetery is very large, and I can't count how many tombstones there are from a distance. Standing here, the tension before inexplicably dissipated. Cong Xiaoyi couldn't explain how he felt, and followed Yan Zihan numbly.

"Come with me from now on." Yan Zihan turned around and took Cong Xiaoyi's hand, "Next year, the year after, ten next year, ten years after that."

"Okay." Cong Xiao held Yan Zihan's hand once, and the temperature in his palm began to warm up in this chilly weather.

"It's here." Yan Zihan stopped.

Cong Xiao looked at the tombstone, and simply posted a photo of Bai Shaorong smiling, which should have been taken when he was still in good health. The reason for being sick all the year round, you can still see a sense of weakness in the photos.

"This was taken on the day I got the manuscript fee." Yan Zihan said with a smile, "It's just the card I gave you, remember? I told you."

"Yeah." Cong smiled and nodded.

"Say hello." Yan Zihan gently pulled Cong Xiaoyi towards Bai Shaorong's tombstone, "He misses you very much."

I miss you very much too, I have been thinking of you with so many years of guilt and fear, Cong Xiao wanted to speak, I thought you were also like the memory that appeared in Yan Zihan's life, and also in my life A memory, I thought I was about to forget you, but you appeared in my saddest moment, protecting me every time like when I was a child, giving me comfort and courage, but this time it was not you, it was Angel you sent.

"I'm here." Cong Xiao put the handful of delicately packaged daisies in front of the tombstone in his hand, and suddenly felt that his words were a bit funny, so he laughed a little, "I miss you too."

In the photo, Bai Shaorong even had a smile in his eyes, as if he was standing in front of Cong Xiaoyi, and they looked at each other with a smile.

"He looks handsome." Cong Xiao squatted down, stretched out his hand and wiped the photo, "When we come back with Yan Zihan next year, we will always come again."

"He will be very happy." Yan Zihan squatted beside Cong Xiaoyi, looking at Bai Shaorong in the photo, "I'll tell you something, I don't know if you will be angry."

"Probably not."

"Well, Shao Rong won't do it." Yan Zihan smiled, and picked out a blue daisy with water droplets in the bouquet that Cong Xiaoyi put down, "Daisy has another word, do you want to say something?" Know?"

"Tell me." Cong Xiao looked at Yan Zihan.

"It was also Shao Rong who told me." Yan Zihan took Cong Xiaoyi's hand and put the flower in Cong Xiaoyi's palm, "Do you love me?"

"Love." Cong said with a smile.

"I mean, the language of flowers is whether you love me or not." Yan Zihan laughed a few times.

"I said it." Cong Xiao handed the rose that he had been holding in his hand to Yan Zihan, "Love."

A gust of wind blew around the two of them like a hug before blowing away, Bai Shaorong in the photo was still smiling brightly, Yan Zihan took the rose and said to Bai Shaorong, "I just want to say this This matter has been brewing for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be said so easily."

"I'm sorry." Cong said with a smile, "I came to see you so late, I'll give you a real apology, and I'll just give you a kiss."

Cong Xiao leaned over and kissed Bai Shaorong's photo lightly.

I've really, really missed you all the time.

You too, right?

The author has something to say: Really, I didn’t dare to read the comments without an update. The past two days have been super busy, and my eyes are a little irritated. I don’t know if the inflammation of the previous two days has not completely healed. Wear it again, there will be a publication on Friday, and there will be a publication next Monday. I have to catch up with a paper later. I have to be busy, everything is rushing together, I will update this article every day, continue tomorrow, I will save the manuscript later, I love you, thank you little angel who is waiting for the article, hug, refill.