Qiqi insisted on waiting for another person to get off the bus.
But it waited by the door for a long time, but it still didn't wait for the man to appear, and he was a little confused.
Qiqi got up, circled around the car, and shouted at the car from time to time, but no one still ignored it.
He Yang withdrew his sight and turned back to the villa.
He Yang came to the recuperation room and saw the middle-aged man in the wheelchair.
There were some vicissitudes on his face. He sat alone by the window and looked outside the house.
When the middle-aged man heard the footsteps, he looked back and whispered, "Where's Ruan?"
"It's a beautiful day today, and Ruan should go out to take photos..." Middle-aged people were still immersed in memories and said, "Ruan said that you won't laugh every time you take photos, and you still--"
He Yang interrupted, "She's dead."
"Dead?" The middle-aged man was stunned. It took a long time before he realized and muttered, "Yes, Ruan has been away for seven years..."
"After she left, you don't like to take photos anymore..."
The memory in the middle-aged man's mind was still a little confused. He sorted out the memory in his mind little by little and asked, "What about the child you brought back last time?"
"Didn't he come with you?"
He Yang came over, stood next to the wheelchair, looked out of the window, and replied, "I died in the car accident."
"Died too?" Middle-aged people were surprised, "It's all dead..."
*
When He Yang came out of the recuperation room, he met the old housekeeper in the corridor.
The old housekeeper came over and asked, "Master He, do you want to hold a funeral for Mr. Xu?"
The housekeeper has just called Jiang Lin to confirm that Xu Chengyan has died, and Mr. Xu has not yet held a funeral.
And Mr. Xu was the first person to bring back to the old house. Although he was dead, he still had to do something to do.
"Mr. Xu has no parents. If Master He wants, he can be buried in the He family."
But when the man heard it, he just said coldly, "All dead."
"Don't mention him." He Yang's voice was very indifferent.
The housekeeper stopped talking, but nodded obediently and stopped mentioning Mr. Xu's matter.
He Yang turned back to the bedroom, sat alone on the balcony, and took out a bag of cigarettes from his pocket.
There are a lot of potted plants on the balcony, all of which were brought back by Xu Chengyan and the housekeeper.
I don't know what kind of species it is raised. Several potted plants have white flowers, and the fragrance is very strong.
He Yang squinted and looked at the garden in the yard, a little distracted.
Smoke was wrapped around the fingertips, and the cigarette butt burned shorter and shorter.
He Yang didn't react until his cigarette butt were burned to his fingers and extinguished the ashtray.
Then, rekindle another cigarette.
He Yang was on the balcony and watched the sky outside dark little by little until it was dark outside.
The ashtray was full of cigarette butts. He Yang leaned half against the lounge chair and closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.
Until the slight footsteps came from the corridor and broke the calm.
Qiqi slowly swung outside, with a Frisbee toy in his mouth and leaned over the bedroom.
The door was not closed. Qiqi opened the door with his head and squeezed in.
There is no light on in the bedroom. It's dark, and there is only a little light on the balcony.
Qiqi walked around the bedroom and couldn't find the person he wanted, so he had to lean on the balcony, come to the man, lowered his head, and put the frisbee on the ground.
"Wow!" Qiqi arched the man's leg with his head and wanted him to play with him.
He Yang said coldly, "Find someone else."
"Oh!" Qiqi shook his tail, as if he understood, so he turned around and ran out again.
But not long after, Qiqi came in with another toy in his mouth.
This time, Qiqi held a colored hair ball in his mouth. He put the hair ball at the man's feet and arched the man's drooping hand with his hairy head.
He Yang withdrew his hand and didn't match the big dog.
Qiqi is very energetic. Even if the man ignores himself, he still keeps harassing the man, running in and out of the room, and carrying a lot of toys in his mouth.
Pet toys piled up all over the ground, and He Yang looked down--
It's all toys bought by Xu Chengyan.
However, these toys look shabby, and several puppet toys have been bitten, revealing the cotton wool inside.
Qiqi likes Xu Chengyan very much, and even likes everything brought back by Xu Chengyan very much, biting and playing nonsense.
Sometimes the toys brought back by Xu Chengyan on the first day were bitten by Qiqi when they went to see them the next morning, so they had to buy a new one for Qiqi.
In the end, Qiqi had saved a lot of toys bought by Chengyan, none of which were intact.
He Yang picked up a teddy bear doll from the ground and saw that the doll's eyes had been bitten off by the big dog.
"Oh!" Qiqi shouted to He Yang and ran out again.
In the corridor, the housekeeper noticed the movement on Qiqi's side and came over.
The housekeeper turned on the light in the corridor and stood outside the bedroom door. He noticed the figure on the balcony of the room and shouted, "Master He."
He Yang looked over and said, "Weep the balcony tomorrow and throw away all the garbage."
"Okay." The housekeeper nodded and came to the balcony to look up the ground. Only then did he find that what He Yang said about "garbage" referred to strange toys.
The housekeeper also recognized that these toys were bought by Xu Chengyan and said, "This should be Mr. Xu--"
He Yang: "Don't mention the dead."
The housekeeper was silent and stopped talking.
"I've thrown away all the garbage."
The housekeeper said euphemistically, "But Qiqi likes it..."
He Yang looked at a pile of rag toys on the ground, took back his sight carelessly, and said casually, "Then buy it again."
The housekeeper had to come down first.
It's just that before leaving, the housekeeper stopped at the door of the house, turned around and asked, "Master He, are you... all right now?"
"Well." He Yang's voice is still the same as usual.
The housekeeper didn't say much, just closed the door and turned downstairs.
When he went downstairs, the housekeeper suddenly remembered that when Mrs. He died seven years ago, the young master was also as careless and even a little indifferent as he is now--
It's like the dead man is just a stranger.
At that time, Master He was admitted to the hospital sadly because of his wife's sudden death, and everyone was busy taking care of Master He.
The young master is alone in the old house, turning over and over the photo album left by Mrs. He.
Then, throw away all the cameras at home.
*
He Yang stayed in the old house for one night and returned to the apartment the next day.
It began to rain outside again. He Yang listened to the rain, returned to the bedroom and slept.
Until he slept half a dream and half woke up, he was disturbed by the sound of the living room.
The movement on the other side of the living room is very light, like someone packing up things in the dining room, and the sound of opening the refrigerator.
He Yang got up, came to the corridor, and shouted, "Feast?"
There was a little quiet in the apartment, and no one answered.
However, the noise in the restaurant continued. He Yang walked over and saw the nanny.
The nanny was sorting out the vegetables she bought. When she saw He Yang coming, she quickly stopped moving in her hand, wiped her hand with a towel, and asked, "Mr. He, is it disturbing you? Sorry..."
He Yang did not answer, but just looked at the dishes on the table and frowned slightly.
"I bought the vegetables and put them in the refrigerator." The nanny looked at the man's face and said carefully, "But I don't think the dishes I bought last week have moved yet. Does Mr. Xu don't like it, or has it changed its taste?"
Usually, Xu Chengyan is taking care of everything at home, so her aunt always goes straight to Xu Chengyan for anything.
It's just that recently she sent a message to Xu Chengyan, but the other party hasn't replied and she can't get through to the phone.
The aunt had to say, "Mr. Xu can't get through either. It's hard for me to bother you..."
He Yang just said lightly, "Next time you have something to ask me directly."
The aunt asked tentatively, "Then Mr. Xu?"
"Xu Chengyan is dead. Don't look for him." He Yang's tone was a little impatient.
Xu Chengyan is always mentioned in front of him.
He also has to repeat with others over and over again--
Xu Chengyan is dead.
He Yang: "Don't mention him in the future."
The nanny was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Okay..."
The aunt turned around and was about to continue packing up the vegetables when she suddenly thought of something and quickly asked, "Mr. He, do you want to clean up the things in that apartment?"
Generally speaking, if someone in the family dies, he will clean up all the things of the dead, and will not leave all of them at home.
After hearing this, He Yang looked at a suitcase in the corner of the living room.
The suitcase is still from Xu Chengyan. After being brought back from Anshi, it has never been opened.
He Yang: "I threw away the suitcase."
The aunt nodded, walked over and opened the suitcase, ready to sort out the contents first.
There were many small things in the suitcase. The aunt looked up and asked, "Mr. He, are all these things thrown away?"
He Yang looked over and saw the stamps in the suitcase and a small wooden card in the corner.
He Yang walked over step by step, bent down, and took out the wooden card.
The wooden card felt a little cold. He Yang rubbed the handwriting on the wooden card and slowly said, "Throw it away."
*
Psychological clinic, office.
Jiang Lin sat opposite the psychologist, his eyes turned red.
"He sent me a message that morning..." Jiang Lin's voice choked a little. "He said that the stockade was too far away, and he might not be able to come back at night. He wanted to change to another place..."
"If I could persuade him at that time, he would not have gone to the stockade or have had a car accident..."
"It's my fault... I killed two people..."
The psychologist listened quietly, handed over the tissue, and comforted, "Mr. Jiang, it's not your fault."
The doctor is a very young man with a gentle voice. Wearing glasses and a white coat makes people feel at ease at first glance.
But Jiang Lin's mood was not appeased, and his voice was hoarse: "It's almost... I almost saved them..."
In fact, on April Fool's Day morning, my sister-in-law hesitated a little.
My sister-in-law told him that the stockade was too far away and I was afraid that I couldn't come back at night. The tour guide also recommended another place, so I wondered whether to change the location.
But when he heard it, he didn't persuade him.
In the end, my sister-in-law went to the stockade as originally planned, and then never came back.
"Every night I can dream of him... I dreamed of the day he had a car accident..." Jiang Lin lowered his head, hugged his head, and collapsed a little.
Every night, he can dream of the deformed van.
Xu Chengyan was covered with blood and stretched out his hand to him for help.
He ran around crazily to save his sister-in-law. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't touch the people in the van, only a little short of it every time.
It's like there is any invisible power to separate him from his sister-in-law. He will never save anyone.
Even his dream could not be saved.
"I regret it so much..." Jiang Lin cried.
He killed two people.
"Mr. Jiang." The doctor was very patient and said slowly, "I'm not very good at comforting words. Those hypocritical words are actually useless."
"I have never empathized, and time can't solve everything."
The doctor was cruel and bloody tore the wound. "The only thing he could do was to accept the reality."
"I can't accept it..." Jiang Lin kept shaking his head. "I can't accept it..."
He is very sad and painful...
They have known each other for five years, and their sister-in-law is like his brother--
But he killed his elder brother.
He wanted to go back to the past and tell his sister-in-law not to go to the stockade on April Fool's Day.
He also hopes that there will be ghosts and that his sister-in-law can appear in front of him.
But reality is reality, cold and ruthless.
In reality, there is no time machine or ghost.
"No..." Jiang Lin couldn't speak a little, and his body twitched.
He has been hiding in the bottom of his heart for a long time, but he can't tell the people around him.
Everyone doesn't care about Xu Chengyan's death, even He Yang.
Sometimes, he doubts whether only he can see Xu Chengyan, and no one else can see it.
Otherwise, why is Xu Chengyan so sad when he died?
"I'm really...so sad..." Jiang Lin cried intermittently.
Obviously, he is a twenties-old boy, but now he is crying like a child and losing control of his emotions.
The doctor pushed his glasses and said gently, "Mr. Jiang, the pain can't disappear."
"What has happened can't be changed. We can only try to get used to pain--"
"Live in pain."
*
When he came out of the psychological clinic, Jiang Lin's eyes were still a little red and swollen, and he could also see traces of crying.
But now his mood has calmed down a lot, and confide is a good way to relieve it.
Although he is still in pain now, he wants to live a good life.
Jiang Lin got in the car and drove towards the apartment.
After the car stopped, Jiang Lin got off and went to He Yang's house first.
Jiang Lin rang the doorbell, and it was the nanny who opened the door.
Jiang Lin asked, "Where's my brother?"
Auntie: "Mr. He is on the balcony."
Walking on the side of Jiang Lin Chaoyangtai, I saw the man sitting lazily in the lounge chair, and the ashtray next to him was full of cigarette butts.
Jiang Lin said loudly, "I'll get my things."
He Yang did not look back. He looked out of the window and said casually, "What is it?"
"My stamps." Jiang Lin walked in and said, "My sister-in-law bought me stamps when I was in Anshi."
Jiang Lin: "I know you brought back his suitcase and stamps for me."
He Yang said slowly, "The suitcase is thrown away."
"Grow it away?!" Jiang Lin immediately rushed up, pressed the man's shoulder tightly, and said excitedly with red eyes, "That's his thing. Why did you throw it away!"
"Every one is dead." He Yang frowned and removed his hand on his shoulder. "It doesn't make sense to keep anything."
"He Yang!" Jiang Lin couldn't believe it and asked, "Don't you be sad!" He is dead!"
He Yang's face was still calm and said coldly, "If you die, you will die."
He knew that Xu Chengyan was dead, so he didn't need to emphasize it again.
Already, dead.
*
Jiang Lin was so angry that he slammed the door and left.
He Yang continued to lean against the lounge chair and looked at the distant sky.
The babysitter heard the quarrel just now and didn't dare to talk much. After cleaning up the room, she left.
He Yang is the only one left in the apartment.
It was very quiet around, only the sound of rain and wind coming from the window.
He Yang listened to the sound of rain outside and habitually reached into his pocket to touch the smoke.
However, in his pocket, in addition to smoking, He Yang also encountered another thing--
A small, cold rectangular thing.
He Yang took out the rectangular object, looked at the familiar handwriting on the wooden card, and gently rubbed it with the palm of his hand on it.
[May Mr. Be safe all the year]
He Yang held the wooden card and squinted a little sleepy.
The rain outside the window is getting lower and lower, and the consciousness is getting lighter and lighter.
In a trance, He Yang seemed to hear a gentle male voice behind him--
"Sir."
That male voice is still the same as before, just like the owner of the voice just went out for a short time and has come back now.
He Yang woke up, and the wooden card in the palm of his hand fell to the ground in an instant, making a crisp sound.
It's just that when He Yang looked back, there was nothing behind him.
The apartment is still empty.
He is the only one.