Qi Ying did not expect that she would be so uncomfortable.
She has always known that this body resists recalling things about her parents, whether intentionally or unintentionally, as long as she thinks of her parents, her heart will cramp.
Ever since she knew she was going back to Yancheng to pay homage to her parents last night, she has been feeling uncomfortable. Try not to think about it, memorize words and texts and memorize the periodic table of the elements to divert attention, but it keeps stabbing, like a small needle hidden in a corner and pricked secretly.
She didn't know what was going on, and she didn't know what to do.
I kept on it all day, and when I saw Ji Rang, I finally couldn't stretch it anymore.
She felt a little wronged and wanted to hide in his arms and cry, but she didn't want him to worry. He always laughed hard, but he didn't expect to see it.
Ji Rang held her little hand in his palm and said softly, "May I walk with you?"
She nodded.
So he took her and walked along the way home. After passing by the dessert shop, I bought her strawberry pudding, and passing by the cold drink shop, I bought her ice cream. He sent a message to a friend with his cell phone in one hand, and soon someone drove a bunch of candied haws over.
Hearing that sweets can make people feel better, she really smiled in her eyes.
After eating the candied haws, the corners of his mouth were full of pink sugar residue. He wet a tissue with a mineral book, squatted down and wiped her, and asked her, "Do you want to eat anything else?"
She shook her head and said softly, "I don't want to eat anymore. I have to keep my stomach and go home for dinner."
He touched her little head and said, "Okay."
Then take a taxi to take her home.
She held her schoolbag and read the flight confirmation text message on his mobile phone, and asked in a low voice, "Are you really going to accompany me?"
Ji Rang laughed: "I have booked the tickets, and there are fakes?" He put the phone in her hand, "write down the address."
Qi Ying pursed her lips, lowered her head and typed slowly, half typing, thinking of something, and then raised her head and asked him: "How can I explain to uncle?"
Ji Rang said: "Don't tell him, I won't let him find out."
She blinked her big eyes, as if it seemed a little weird.
Ji Rang laughed: "It's fine if you know it." His eyes were gentle, "I have been by your side."
The thorn in my heart seemed to fade a lot.
She bent her eyes and nodded obediently.
Yu Cheng's flight to Feiyan City was at nine o'clock in the morning, and it was almost noon there. Ji Rang's flight was two hours earlier. He didn't know when she was on the plane when he booked the ticket, so he directly booked the earliest flight.
When he got up in the morning, Ji Rang called Liu Yao to ask for leave.
He used to skip class directly, but this time he still asked for leave in a proper manner. Liu Yao couldn't believe it. After shock, he readily agreed.
It's useless to disagree anyway.
He didn't bring anything. He just went back tomorrow. He didn't even carry his bag. He put a mobile phone ID charger in his pocket, and went out with a pair of headphones.
Arriving in Yancheng, the sky is overcast, and the temperature is not as high as Haicheng.
He wore a black sweater, put his hat on his head, and stood at the arrival gate waiting for her.
After standing for more than two hours, I saw Qi Ying and Yu Cheng dragging their suitcases out.
At a glance, she saw a young man wearing a hat in the crowd. She also saw someone nearby with a mobile phone taking pictures, thinking it was a celebrity.
She pursed her lips and smiled secretly at the young man.
He also smiled at her.
Then he put his hands in his pockets and walked over to follow her if nothing had happened.
Yu Cheng was still muttering, "Yancheng is much colder than Haicheng. Fortunately, you wear a sweater. It is probably colder on Jinglin Mountain. Let's go after dinner."
Jinglin Cemetery is on Jinglin Mountain.
Ji Rang tilted his head to look at the black sweater on the little girl.
A little loose, with a little bat sleeve style, a little bunny is embroidered with white thread on her chest, and her delicate body is hidden under the big sweater, very well-behaved.
He walked so close next to her.
Occasionally, the shoulder can be touched.
Qi Ying was so worried that her uncle would find the young man beside him, so she didn't dare to look at him. But there were too many people at the airport, and my uncle didn't notice him at all.
There is a KFC in front, and Yu Cheng asked her for her opinion: "Is it okay to eat KFC? There is probably nothing delicious under Jinglin Mountain."
She nodded.
After entering, Yu Cheng asked her what she wanted to eat, and then went to queue to order. She found a place to sit down and saw the teenager standing at the door holding a mobile phone and scanning the app to order food. He was much faster than Yu Cheng in line. After ordering, she walked over and pulled the chair behind her back to back. sit down.
She was a little nervous, she felt like she was a thief, she didn't dare to turn around and talk to him.
Two stylishly dressed girls walked across to Ji Rang with a dinner plate, and asked him with a smile, "Hello, can we sit here?"
Qi Ying heard the boy's cold voice: "No."
The two girls were so embarrassed that they left without saying anything.
Qi Ying couldn't help turning her head slightly, and whispered, "Don't be so fierce, be polite."
Ji Rang thought to himself that I was very polite for not calling her to go. He tilted Erlang's legs, tilted his head and smiled, "What makes being polite?"
The little girl's voice was soft: "You can say, sorry, there is someone here."
"Okay." He laughed, "I remembered it."
While speaking, Qi Ying turned her head back quickly when she saw Yu Cheng coming over with a dinner plate. After dinner, Yu Cheng took her to take a taxi.
There was a line at the place where the car was taken, and many people waited for her to get on the bus, but there were no young people in sight. Qi Ying looked around the window of the car and sat back in the car silently. His phone quickly received his text message: "I'm here, don't be afraid."
She was warm in her heart.
When I arrived at Jinglin Cemetery, the sky was much darker, and the clouds were overcast, as if it was a sign of rain. Yu Cheng bought white chrysanthemums and black umbrellas at the flower-selling place under the mountain, and led Qi Ying up the mountain.
With every step up, every step closer to the cemetery, it became more and more difficult for her to breathe.
The thorn in my heart came out again.
This time it wasn't one, it was a lot, it pierced her heart densely, and the pain made her tremble.
She was so uncomfortable that she was about to cry.
But no, he can't let Uncle discover her abnormality. He always thought that she was cured and couldn't let him fall into worries day and night again.
She clenched her teeth, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the biting pain in her body.
The parents' cemetery is halfway up the mountain, and many fresh flowers have been placed around the tombstone.
Dad’s colleague came to worship this morning.
She put down the white chrysanthemum in her arms, knelt before the tombstone and kowtow, not even daring to look at the photos on the tombstone. Her forehead was against the cold stone tablet, her delicate body trembling slightly, and she cried softly.
Lonely and pitiful.
Ji Rang stood far away, wishing to rush over and put the little girl in his arms to coax.
Yu Cheng's eyes were also red, and he sat down and talked a lot with his sister and brother-in-law in the bottom of the land.
It is said that Yingying is happily staying in the new school, making many new friends, and improving her grades all the time. She recovered from her injury, not only could she hear, but she could also speak, and she would definitely get better and better in the future, so they should never worry.
After talking for a long time, there was a light rain on the mountain for a long time.
Yu Cheng pulled the little girl up from the ground, opened the black umbrella to protect her in his arms, and said in a low voice of relief: "Let's go, Mom and Dad don't want to see you getting sick from the rain, don't cry soon."
She was very obedient, sniffed, and really stopped crying.
The two went down the mountain holding an umbrella.
When descending the steps, the teenager in a black sweater and hat held a bunch of daisies in his arms, walked up the mountain, and passed them by.
Yu Chengyin was familiar with it, and felt it was an illusion. He rarely came to Yancheng, how could he know anyone.
The eyes of Qi Ying and the boy met in the rain. He smiled softly and withdrew his gaze.
It wasn't until the two people disappeared in the rain curtain that they walked to the place where Qi Ying was kneeling and crying earlier, and put the little daisy in his arms in front of the tombstone.
The man in the photo wears a police uniform and is awe-inspiring. Qi Ying's facial features look like her mother, very gentle.
Fang Xu is right. He has always hated the police and the high-sounding justice and morality they speak of. What is there to be proud of for the righteousness and morality in exchange for sacrificing yourself and your family
But looking at the man in the photo, he smiled slightly, but his eyes were firm and deep, as if there was an abyss ahead, as long as the police uniform was on him, he would still move forward.
Ji Rang lowered his eyes and knelt down in front of the tombstone.
He whispered: "Uncles and aunts, I'm Yingying... classmate." He pursed his lips, and his voice was deep and firm: "I will take good care of her, and I won't let her suffer a little bit in this life."
The rain was getting denser and denser. He knocked three heads towards the tombstone and turned and went down the mountain.
…
Qi Ying's house in Yancheng was still there, and Yu Cheng planned to wait for her to decide what to do with the house after she graduated from university.
But because there was no one living in it for nearly a year, the house must have fallen a lot of dust, and I didn't bother to clean it even after staying for one day. Yu Cheng booked a hotel near her house, and just went home to have a look before leaving.
Qi Ying sent the hotel address to Ji Rang yesterday. He booked the same hotel. After he got down from the mountain, his whole body was wet. When he returned to the room, he took a hot bath, wrapped in a bath towel and dried his clothes.
It was getting dark. Yu Cheng took Qi Ying to dinner. After a day of running around today, she was cold and tired. After returning to the hotel, let her rest early.
She nodded obediently. Although she cried for a while during the worship, she looked normal at other times. Yu Cheng didn't think much about it, and went back to the room by herself.
The rain was getting bigger and bigger, and it crackled on the canopy, as if it was about to smash a hole in the house.
Qi Ying took a shower, changed clothes, and stood on the balcony looking out.
I can see her former home, the gravel road she walked to and from school, the snack street she loves to eat, the traffic light intersection where she once fell by bike.
All are trapped in a curtain of pouring rain, like the past that can't be returned to, and it's not real.
She squatted down clutching her heart, sobbing again and again.
She didn't dare to cry. Uncle lived next door, and she was afraid he would hear it.
She didn't know why she was so sad.
Obviously she had never met those parents, and she was just an "outsider".
The door was banged.
She rubbed two small hands on her face indiscriminately, and forced herself to open the door.
Outside the door was Ji Rang, wearing clothes that were not dry, and holding his mobile phone, "I didn't answer your call." He looked at her red eyes, frowned, and whispered, "Yingying..."
The little girl couldn't help it at last, rushed into his arms and burst into tears.
Ji Rang reached out and hugged her and hooked the door with his feet.
She cried so hard, she was out of breath, her tears were much better than the rain outside, and his heart was broken into pieces by crying. There is no other way but to hug her tightly.
He wiped her tears with his hands, kissed her eyes, and asked her in a dumb voice, "Yingyingguai, why is it uncomfortable?"
She clutched her heart, crying softly and lightly: "The heart hurts."
He was also in pain, it was not enough to break into pieces, it was already broken into scum.
He didn't dare to use his strength to hug her, and said in a low voice, "May I take you to the doctor?"
She sobbed and shook her head: "It's not good." The little hand gripped the corner of his clothes tightly, tears streaming down her face, she couldn't stop her, sobbing and murmured: "Is it bad for me to do this?"
He bowed his head and kissed her tearful eyelashes: "Whatever you do is good."
"I'm not good." She closed her eyes, her delicate body trembling in his arms, and a cry of pain overflowed from her lips: "I am actually not proud of him at all."
I actually...
Not proud at all.
I just want him to live.
I think he gets off work every day and rides his electric bike to pick me up from school.
I think he brings me delicious specialties every time he goes on business trips out of town.
When thinking about him to hold a parent-teacher meeting for me, I proudly told my classmates that my father is a policeman.
I lied to everyone and I lied to myself.