It was almost the 11th, and although Su Lei had allowed him not to go to work, Su Yan still showed up in his office early in the morning.
Shen Ru, who came to work early, was shocked and thought to herself that it was a good thing that she didn't think of slacking off.
"Boss Su, why are you here? Aren't you going out with Miss Qin for something?"
"Well, I forgot something in the drawer." Su Yan replied indifferently, bending down to take out an envelope and put it away.
Qin Shan was waiting for him in the underground parking lot, feeling bored and vacant. On this day, she couldn't even muster the mood to play with her cell phone.
Su Yan came back quickly. When he got into the car, he saw two bouquets of flowers on the back seat from the corner of his eye. His eyes dimmed and he paused for a moment before sitting in the car.
He started the car and drove towards the suburbs at a steady speed.
The journey from the city center to the Xinghuashan Cemetery is not short. The car was silent along the way, and the two people were thinking about their own things.
Qin Shan stroked her hair a little irritably. This day every year was always hard to bear, not only for her but even more so for Su Yan.
"Did you tell Cheng Kou about coming out today?"
"without."
Qin Shan was silent for a moment, then smiled: "If we are photographed by the paparazzi today, it will be hard to explain if she sees us."
Her joke wasn't very clever, and the atmosphere in the car grew even colder.
Qin Shan chuckled twice: "That's right, everything will never be reported in the newspapers because of my second brother."
Su Yan looked straight ahead and said, "We're almost there, stop making small talk."
"Well, let me think about what to say to my sister later." Qin Shan turned his head to look out the window and closed his eyes.
Xinghuashan Cemetery is located on a mountainside and by the water, surrounded by greenery. The air here seems to be cleaner than in the city.
Su Yan and Qin Shan each held a bouquet of flowers and walked up the steps. There were few people visiting the graves on a weekday, so they didn't meet anyone else.
It seemed like they had walked a long way. Qin Shan was even slightly out of breath when he finally arrived at the tomb.
Qin Shan stopped, looked back at him, and asked, "Same as always, you first?"
Su Yan nodded, Qin Shan made a gesture to invite him, and then disappeared with the bouquet of flowers.
Su Yan squatted down, put the flowers aside, and stared at the beautiful smiling face in the photo.
He took out the letter, rubbed his lighter, and lit a corner of it. He did not let go immediately, and from a distance it looked like flames were flying around his fingertips.
"Qin Su." He lowered his head and seemed to smile. "Even Qin Shan is this old, but you are still the same."
"What I want to say is still in the letter, take your time to read it."
"I'm with her."
"You will bless me, right?"
I watched the paper burn to ashes, leaving behind a pile of black ashes that looked like they would be blown away by the wind at any moment.
"I'm leaving now. I'll come see you next time."
Su Yan stood up and glanced at the tombstone reluctantly. The next moment, there was no more nostalgia in his eyes, and he walked back the way he came.
Qin Shan stood in the open space at the corner, meeting his gaze, as if confirming something, and then finally passed him with confidence.
After Qin Shan left, Su Yan took out his lighter and lit a cigarette.
Qin Shan was gone for a long time, and when she came back her eyes were red. From a distance she saw the smoke winding up from Su Yan's fingertips, and a burnt cigarette butt on the ground.
She walked up to him and patted him: "You're smoking again."
"I didn't." He just let them burn.
Qin Shan's eyes were filled with tears. Su Yan was Grandpa Su's most law-abiding grandson, and he had been extremely upright since he was young.
When she was fifteen, she saw him smoking in the dark for the first time, and he forced her to cry. She hugged him and cried, but he was afraid that the cigarette would burn her, so he raised his arms stiffly and refused to put it out.
The sixteen-year-old boy, with red eyes, stubbornly refused to cry, nor gave up comforting himself by smoking.
Qin Shan snatched the almost burned cigarette from his hand, picked up the cigarette butt on the ground, and threw them into the trash can.
Su Yan silently let her do what she wanted. He really stopped smoking and had no lingering addiction. It was on this day, on the anniversary of Qin Su's death, that he still remembered this feeling that he hated but had to indulge in.
It was like Qin Su's departure.
I don't want to admit it, but I have to admit it.
On the empty platform, there was only the whistling sound of the wind and the distant and faint sound of flowing water.
The ringing of the cell phone suddenly broke the silence.
Su Yan thought it was Cheng Kou, but the number displayed on the screen was an unfamiliar one.
Qin Shan watched him put the receiver close to his ear, and his eyes gradually changed.
A minute later, Su Yan put away his phone and said to Qin Shan, "Go back, I have something else to do."
In a high-end teahouse in the city center, Su Yan and Cheng's father sat opposite each other on the tea table.
The air was filled with the aroma of tea, but the atmosphere was not so relaxed.
Su Yan calmly let the elder opposite him look at him. He knew the other party's intention, but he had no intention of speaking first.
What is coming will always come. He knew that Cheng Kou did not return to her home in the east of the city last weekend. I think Cheng's parents also knew that it was her silent protest.
Dad Cheng hesitated. He had so much to say, but he couldn't say it all without reservation.
Cheng Kou looks like himself on the surface, but in fact, he has learned some of Song Qingwu's stubbornness in his bones.
He couldn't hold back his temper, so he dialed the number on the business card Su Yan left behind his wife's back.
Cheng Kou knew nothing and thought too shallowly. She thought that they were blocking her, but in fact, it was just her parents' worry that Su Yan's family would be stressful for her.
Dad Cheng picked up the cup and took a sip. Although he loved tea, he was not in the mood to savor this fine tea.
He pondered for a while before speaking: "Mr. Su, our family is a small family and we are really not worthy of your family."
Su Yan replied, "Uncle, let's not talk about whether Koubao is worthy of me. You know very well why you and aunt are so stubborn and are willing to let our only precious daughter cry in order to separate us."
When Mr. Cheng heard the name, he was slightly stunned.
Cheng Kou is his and Song Qingwu's treasure, and the young man in front of him also calls her "Koubao". Does he have the same idea as them
Father Cheng was silent for a while, then looked up and asked, "It's been more than ten years, do you still remember those things?"
Su Yan directly said what he was hesitating to say: "Of course I haven't forgotten about Qin Su's matter."
"Then." Father Cheng frowned, "Mr. Su, how do I know that you didn't come after my daughter just to get revenge on us?"
Even with Su Yan's temperament, he couldn't help but curl his lips, and then said seriously: "Uncle Cheng, I understand your concerns."
He changed his address, as if to bring them closer together.
"Kobao and I are not what you and your aunt imagine."
"I admit that I approached Koubao on purpose. At that time, I just wanted to watch her from a distance."
At that time, he had just started high school, the school his family had been attending. In the first week of school, he was caught smoking by the dean and his parents were called in.
Although Su Zhong was so busy, he still went to school in person on behalf of Shen Wenzhou.
Su Yan clearly remembered that his father did not scold him on the way home. After returning home, he called him to the study and had a deep talk with him.
Su Yan took a day off, lay in bed thinking the whole day, and then he transferred to Mingyuan.
He didn't like smoking in the first place, so he quickly quit this bad habit and became the silent and indifferent Su Yan.
"It's a pity for Qin Su's child." Father Cheng also had regret in his eyes, "But Koubao is our daughter, there is nothing we can do."
Qin Su is the daughter of Song Qingwu's sister. The two families didn't visit each other much, and after Qin Su's mother passed away, they lost contact completely. Suddenly one day, Qin's family came to the door and said that her sister's daughter had liver failure and hoped that Song Qingwu could help.
No matter how distant they were, they were still family after all, so Song Qingwu went to the hospital for a checkup without saying anything. But unfortunately, the results did not match.
At that time, Qin Su's father Qin Yue was silent for a long time after looking at the report, and finally proposed to let Cheng Kou go for matching as well.
At that time, Cheng Kou was fifteen years old and did not meet the requirements for domestic living liver transplant donors. Song Qingwu thought Qin Yue was crazy to make such a request and rejected it on the spot. But Qin Yue did not give up and sent someone to invite the three members of the Cheng family to the hospital.
No one at home had told Cheng Kou about this. Song Qingwu had never thought of letting her know. She held her outside the doctor's office and refused to let her show her face. She went in with Cheng's father to negotiate with Qin Yue.
Su Yan was also there that day, sitting behind Qin Yue. There was despair in the silent boy's eyes. His bright black eyes looked at them with a glow, as if he was looking at the last straw.
Qin Yue proposed monetary compensation, which made Song Qingwu even angrier. She also had a daughter and understood his feelings. But even though she understood, she could not agree with his approach. Cheng Kou was her daughter, and she had to protect her from harm.
The two parties could not reach an agreement, and no matter how rich Qin Yue was, he could not force anyone to do anything, so he had to give up.
Song Qingwu went to the ward to see Qin Su again, while Cheng's father led Cheng Kou down the stairs.
Under his daughter's repeated questioning, Cheng's father briefly explained it to her, hiding many details. Cheng Kou had never been exposed to this aspect and only had a vague understanding of it.
Su Yan moved his feet blankly and followed them silently. He heard Cheng Kou's still childish voice from half a flight of stairs.
"Is that sister seriously ill? I'll give her half of my liver!"
He couldn't see her appearance clearly, but he was impressed by the red dress she wore that day.