Ji Qinyang fiddled with his cell phone, Mo Suyuan changed her clothes and came out of the fitting room, stood in front of the dressing mirror and looked around.

"Is it good?" Mo Suyuan asked her son, Ji Qinyang glanced at her and said with a smile: "What are you wearing and not looking good?"

Mo Suyuan said angrily: "You are your mother and little girl, you are so sweet to coax your mouth."

Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows. He didn't say anything. After Mo Suyuan asked the lady to wrap her clothes and open a slip, she asked slowly: "When will we go back?"

"Didn't you agree before?" Mo Suyuan took out her wallet and said indifferently: "Let's play for another week... I'll help you see the dormitory building of the Alto School. You have to prepare in advance what is missing."

Ji Qinyang: "I may not live in the dormitory."

Mo Suyuan was stunned: "Can't you stop?"

"The place is too small, and there is nothing to play with musical instruments." Ji Qinyang explained: "It's better to rent an apartment by yourself."

Mo Suyuan squinted him: "Didn't you live with the little girl?"

Ji Qinyang said innocently: "Which little girl do I live with?"

Mo Suyuan hummed: "You know it yourself." She blinked slyly: "You can rent a house, but you can find a way for yourself. Mom won't help you."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan didn't see Xie Meng coming to school early in the morning, and the other party sent a text message and did not respond. After the first math get out of class was over, Maitreya Buddha asked him to go to the office to help get the test papers.

"Send all these." Maitreya Buddha took the corrected paper and folded it on Zhuo Xiaoyuan's arm. The teacher at the next table happened to come back and greeted Maitreya Buddha: "This time Qidong's paper is very difficult. How are your class's grades?"

Maitreya Buddha spread his hands: "It's the same."

The teacher laughed: "Xie Meng is the first one again?"

"He was not the first time?" Maitreya Buddha sighed: "This child is not lucky... Hey, it's almost the college entrance examination, and something happened to his family relatives. I don't know if he can stand it."

A few test papers on Zhuo Xiaoyuan's arm fell off and on the ground. Maitreya Buddha saw it and screamed, "Be careful."

"What's wrong with Xie Meng's grandmother?" Zhuo Xiaoyuan stared at Maitreya Buddha tightly, and the boy's eyebrows were coldly condensed into the character "So what happened to his family?"

Zhang Xiujuan's funeral was held very simple, and most of them were helped by neighbors. They set up mourning halls and invited monks to do rituals. Because the old lady was old and went there without any illness or pain, it was a funeral, and most of the people who came to mourn were not very sad.

Xie Meng steamed the steamed buns alone in the kitchen and took out a tray to share with everyone.

Master Jin from the martial arts hall patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Xie."

Xie Meng's face was not very good, and there was obvious fatigue in his eyes: "It's nothing."

Master Jin nodded, he took out a cigarette and lit it, took a few puffs before Zhang Xiujuan's desk: "What are your plans in the future?"

Xie Meng thought for a while: "Take the college entrance exam and continue to study."

"You have a promising chance to take the college entrance exam." Master Jin smiled, and he looked at the wreath in the yard: "Your grandma always hopes you are good."

Xie Meng didn't say anything, and it took a long time to utter.

The two sat and talked for a while. It was getting late and the guests were about to say goodbye and leave. Xie Meng got up to send it to him. When he came back, Master Jin was gone. A white paper bag was placed on the table. Xie Meng opened it and found that there was 5,000 yuan in it.

The cigarettes on the desk burned only the cigarette butt. Xie Mengli cleaned the garbage and lit the incense himself and knelt in front of Zhang Xiujuan's portrait and kowtowed three times.

The incense of thread slowly burned out, and most of the incense ash fell into the incense burner. Xie Meng stood up and looked at the black and white photo of the old lady in front of him.

No matter how old Zhang Xiujuan is, she can tell from her facial features that she was a beauty when she was young, with her smiling eyes and gentle and affectionate eyes, which is a typical appearance of a woman like smoke and water.

Time seemed to be unable to bear to make her older, so it quietly put a gentle end.

When Ji Qinyang received a call from Xie Meng in the middle of the night, he confirmed it in disbelief. He got up from the bed and walked to the balcony.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Ji Qinyang was stunned at the hotel, and you could see the bustling night view as soon as you lower your head. It was different from Suzhou. Even after 10 o'clock in the evening, Beijing was still brightly lit and crowded with doors.

Xie Meng's voice was a little light: "I'm going to bed right away... are you asleep?"

Ji Qinyang lied: "Of course not, I'm just waiting for your call."

Xie Meng breathed gently on the other end. He was silent for a while before slowly saying: "There is a thunderstorm in Suzhou at night..."

"Is that true?" Ji Qinyang looked at the twinkling neon lights on the tall buildings in the distance: "The weather in Beijing is very good, it is windy but not wet..."

"Ji Qinyang." Xie Meng suddenly interrupted him.

"kindness?"

“…When will you come back?”

Ji Qinyang was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "It's really rare that you would say such things... do you miss me?"

There was a sound of falling thunder coming from the other side of the phone, and even Xie Meng's voice seemed to be covered with moisture.

The boy sighed helplessly: "Who else can I think of except you?" After a pause, Xie Meng whispered, "Come back quickly."

"..." Ji Qinyang held his forehead and said quietly after a long time: "I really want to see your expression now..."

Xie Meng was embarrassed: "...I'd better not want it, it's too ugly."

"What's ugly? Are you crying?" Ji Qinyang joked.

Xie Meng didn't say anything.

Ji Qinyang thought for a while: "You must be very handsome when you cry."

Xie Meng's voice was a little hoarse: "I haven't cried in front of you, how do you know?"

Ji Qinyang was quiet for a while before laughing softly, "There will always be a chance in the future."

After hanging up Xie Meng's phone, Ji Qinyang did not go back to the room immediately. He frowned and frowned for a while, and leaned against the balcony to dial Zhuo Xiaoyuan's number.

It was quickly answered there, and Zhuo Xiaoyuan's voice was sober and chilling: "Should you wait a moment." He said to Ji Qinyang, and after that, he turned around and seemed to comfort someone, with a gentle tone: "We will go back after the injection, sleep a while when we are sleepy, brother will accompany you..."

Ji Qinyang waited for his quiet place before asking, "What's wrong with it nearby?"

"It's an old problem, it's not an urgent matter." Zhuo Xiaoyuan's tone was calm: "I was just about to contact you, but Xie Meng has been unable to call the phone these days and he never replied to the text message..."

Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows: "I just finished talking on the phone with him."

"..." Zhuo Xiaoyuan choked and gritted his teeth, "Do you still let the dog talk well?!"

Ji Qinyang: “…”

"Forget it." Zhuo Xiaoyuan exhaled and muttered: "Then what did he say to you?"

As soon as Ji Qinyang opened his mouth, he heard Zhuo Xiaoyuan say gloomy: "If you only say something, shut up if you love me... Be careful of dog abuse in the middle of the night, I will sue you!"

Ji Qinyang smiled wickedly and said, "Then I won't say it anymore."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan: “…”

"You guys are really..." Zhuo Xiaoyuan tickled with a headache: "I really don't know if you have a good relationship or something. It's okay if Xie Meng doesn't want to tell us, but he actually hides it from you... But when you take the exam in Beijing, he probably doesn't want to cause trouble for you."

Ji Qinyang curled his smile: "What the hell is it?"

Zhuo Xiaoyuan was thinking for a while before slowly saying: "Zhang Haopo has passed away. Last Saturday, Xie Meng asked for the first seventh day of leave. I was going to go today, but my health was in a near future... Zhang Ganggang and Qi Fei made an appointment to go there tomorrow. When will you come back?"

Ji Qinyang tightened his cell phone.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan said for a long time and saw that he didn't respond. He fed him a few questions: "Are you listening?... Anyway, if you can come back early, you will come back early. Xie Meng is very depressed. I'm afraid he will get a problem if he doesn't cry or make a fuss..."

"No." Ji Qinyang said confidently: "With me here, I won't."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan was very disgusted in his words: "...Where did you get the confidence? He didn't tell you anything."

Ji Qinyang smiled and said, "No need to say, I know too."

The boy raised his head, and the neon light and shadow on the roof of the hotel fell on his face. Ji Qinyang's expression was calm and gentle: "I understand what Xie Meng thinks."

Since Zhang Xiujuan's death, Xie Meng's work and rest have not been regular for several days. He has not adjusted his work and has been insomnia all night for several consecutive days.

He was too tired in the morning and couldn't sleep at night. The only thing Xie Meng could do was force himself to eat more to prevent his health from falling out.

That night, after talking to Ji Qinyang, Xie Meng finally snorted for half a night in a daze. When he woke up the next morning, the weather had cleared up.

Cleaning the ash of incense burner, Xie Meng wiped the photo frame again.

After October, the feeling of late autumn became stronger and stronger. The clouds were high and the wind was light, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers in the depths of the alley could float to the yard. Xie Meng thought about it, got up and opened the door, intending to ventilate it, but as soon as he opened the door handle, he met the person who came.

Ji Qinyang raised his hand, standing outside the door as if he was planning to knock on the door. He dragged his luggage, his hair above his head was messy and had no image at all.

Xie Meng: “…”

Ji Qinyang was stunned for a while, then laughed: "Good morning."

"..." Xie Meng blinked: "You are not..."

Ji Qinyang: "I bought a flight ticket for the early morning and stayed at the train station overnight. Fortunately, there was a high-speed train from Shanghai to Suzhou early in the morning."

Xie Meng couldn't speak for a long time.

Ji Qinyang's eyes were focused on Xie Meng's face. He looked at it for a long time before he opened his arms and smiled, "Come and hug."

The first thing he did after filling his stomach was that Ji Qinyang was anxious to wash his hair. Before the water heater was turned on, Xie Meng could only boil a pot of water to use. He prepared a basin for Ji Qinyang. After soaking his hair, the boy washed his face. Xie Meng took the scoop and stood behind him, and slowly poured water on the other person's head.

"Is it perm?" Xie Meng's fingertips combed Ji Qinyang's soft hair.

The boy shook his head and said vaguely: "Don't perm... Give me the shampoo."

Xie Meng rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll wash it for you."

Ji Qinyang nodded.

Xie Meng made bubbles and rubbed them on his hair, massaged them several times before rinsing them with water.
To be continued...