Thirty days after Xu Chengyan's death, He Yang finally went to the cemetery.

The car was parked outside the cemetery, He Yang looked out the window and did not get out of the car.

The cemetery was deserted, full of cold tombstones.

Xu Chengyan's ashes were inside, buried in the ground.

He Yang habitually touched the wooden sign in his pocket and asked slowly, "Is today April Fool's Day?"

Uncle Zhou was sitting in the front row. Although he didn't know why Young Master He asked this all of a sudden, he still replied, "No, it's been a month since April Fool's Day."

The car became quiet, and after a while, He Yang said, "Go back first."

Uncle Zhou was a little surprised and asked, "Young Master He, can't you go down and have a look?"

Uncle Zhou already knew about Mr. Xu's death, and Mr. Xu's tombstone is here.

"No." He Yang closed his eyes and leaned on the pillow, "Go to the bar."

Uncle Zhou had to drive He Yang to the bar.

When He Yang came to the bar box, it was lively and lively inside.

The lighting in the box was a little dim, there were young men and women flirting with each other in the corner, and the game table was crowded with people.

"He Shao!"

"Young Master He is here too!"

"Everyone is ready! It's just right!"

Shen Xiuzhu was also in the box, sitting on the sofa.

The person sitting next to Shen Xiuzhu consciously gave up his seat and let He Yang sit over.

He Yang went over and sat in the vacant seat.

Someone at the game table shouted, "Young Master He, come to play?"

"Stop playing." He Yang squinted casually.

Someone next to him opened a new bottle of red wine, poured a glass and handed it to He Yang.

He Yang held the wine glass and quietly listened to the lively sounds around him.

There was still some noise in the box, but He Yang could always hear the vibrating sound of the phone, as if a call was coming in.

But when He Yang took out his phone, the homepage of the screen was clean and there were no missed calls. It seemed that everything was just his hallucinations.

He Yang simply put the phone on the table and ignored it.

The liveliness in the box continued until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Chi Yi got off the game table and said to He Yang, "How did Young Master He plan the night? Do you want to stay overnight?"

He Yang didn't answer, just lowered his head slightly and looked at the wine glass in his hand, as if he didn't hear it.

At this moment, someone came to He Yang and placed it on the man's shoulder and patted it lightly.

He Yang looked up, and in the dim light, he vaguely saw a figure in front of him.

The figure was somewhat familiar, wearing a gray coat and thin-rimmed glasses.

He Yang: "Yanyan?"

The man was stunned, frowned slightly, and shouted, "He Yang."

When He Yang heard the voice, it was clear that the person in front of him was Shen Xiuzhu.

He Yang closed his eyes and rubbed his brows, and because he was drunk, his mind was still a little confused.

Chi Yi came over and asked, "Does He Shao go back at night or stay here for the night?"

"Go back." He Yang took the phone and glanced at the time, and said habitually, "Is Yanyan here? Let him pick me up."

As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of silence around them.

After several seconds, a boy said, "Young Master He, Yanyan is dead."

But He Yang continued to ask, as if he hadn't heard it, "Why hasn't Yanyan come yet?"

In the box, no one spoke for a while.

And He Yang closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa, as if he fell asleep again.

In the end, someone called Jiang Lin and asked Jiang Lin to come over.

Jiang Lin had to get up from the bed in the middle of the night and pick up He Yang at the bar.

Jiang Lin smelled the smell of alcohol on He Yang's body, and with a cold face, he helped He Yang to the passenger seat.

Jiang Lin went around to the other side and sat in the driver's seat, bowed his head and fastened his seat belt, and said coldly, "He Yang, I'm not your driver."

"Don't call me over when you're drunk, and please don't call your sister-in-law." Jiang Lin leaned over to help He Yang fasten his seat belt again, frowning and said, "He wants to be a nanny to cook for you during the day, and a driver to the bar at night. Pick him up, what do you take him for?"

The man leaning against the car window slowly opened his eyes and said unhurriedly, "Don't mention him."

"What?" Jiang Lin sneered, "You are only allowed to mention his name when you are drunk, and no one else is allowed to mention it? Then I want to mention it."

He Yang didn't say anything, just looked at the passers-by outside the window.

Soon, the car stopped at an intersection, waiting for the traffic lights.

There was a convenience store on the side of the road. He Yang looked at the door of the store and suddenly noticed that a tall, thin young man came out from inside, holding a mobile phone and lowering his hair.

In an instant, the young man and the figure in his memory gradually overlapped.

It was just that when the young man raised his head, the facial features on his face were very unfamiliar, he was just an ordinary passerby.

He Yang retracted his gaze and closed his eyes to rest.

Jiang Lin drove He Yang back to the apartment, "Here it is."

He Yang opened his eyes and suddenly asked, "Is today April Fool's Day?"

"No." Jiang Lin said with a cold face, "It's been a month since he died, what's the use of him only now that you think about it?"

He Yang didn't say anything, just got off the car and went back to the apartment alone.

After turning on the light, He Yang came to the balcony and sat on the lounge chair among the potted plants as before, holding a wooden sign in his hand.

The handwriting on the wooden sign has faded slightly, it seems that the color of the handwriting is not as dark as before because it has been touched too many times.

The furnishings in the apartment are exactly the same as before, and they still retain the breath of another person's life.

But Xu Chengyan was already dead.

He died so cleanly that he didn't even leave a photo for five years, only a box of ashes remained.

But sometimes, He Yang felt that Xu Chengyan was not dead at all—

There are traces left by Xu Chengyan everywhere.

everywhere.

With one person missing, life goes on as usual.

He Yang is still the same as before, going to the company during the day, and occasionally going to the bar at night to gather with Chi Yi and the others, as if nothing happened.

On Chi Yi's birthday, he booked a private club.

He Yang also went to the party and sat in the middle of the sofa, surrounded by the crowd.

It was clear that Chi Yi was the host of the party, but the center of the party was still He Yang.

Chi Yi didn't mind, so he filled He Yang with wine.

At the wine table, a group of rich second-generation chatted randomly, from the recently adopted little model to the little star who took the initiative to climb the bed in the entertainment circle.

He Yang did not participate in the topic, squinted and leaned on the sofa pillow, and listened to the discussion casually, it was none of his business.

Until the private room door opened, someone came in from outside.

He Yang casually glanced at it and was stunned for a while.

At the door of the private room, the black-haired young man walked in cautiously, a little restrained.

The young man has a pair of peach blossom eyes, a small tear mole under his right eye, and wears a clean white shirt and black pants.

The light in the room was rather dim. At first glance, the young man and Xu Chengyan were five or six similar, but the young man's facial features were more tender and his age was slightly younger.

Others on the sofa also noticed the young man and looked at He Yang subconsciously.

And Chi Yi said with a smile, "Young Master He, do you think his face looks like Yanyan?"

He Yang didn't make a sound, just stared at the young man closely, the hand holding the wine glass intensified unknowingly.

The young man didn't seem to be used to being watched by so many people, so he lowered his head nervously, but he still walked towards the sofa step by step.

Chi Yi shook his glass and said proudly, "I found this boy after a long search!"

The young man had also come to He Yang, kneeling on the carpet obediently, his head bowed.

Chi Yi urged: "Look up and let Young Master He have a look!"

The young man raised his head, looked at the man in front of him, and said cautiously, "He... Mr. He..."

The young man's voice was very soft, similar to Xu Chengyan's tone.

He Yang did not move and continued to look at the person in front of him.

Chi Yi half-laid on the sofa lazily and said, "He can also play the piano a little bit, and he looks like a banquet. I fell in love with him right away!"

The young man kneeling on the ground also slowly stretched out his hand and put his fingertips on the man's belt.

It's just that the young man's wrist was tightly grasped before he could untie the belt.

"Don't touch me." The man's tone was cold, and he quickly let go.

The young man was stunned, but he retracted his hand and continued to kneel at the man's feet.

He Yang took a few tissues from the table and slowly wiped the place where he touched the young man.

When Chi Yi saw it, he thought it was He Yang's obsession with cleanliness, so he quickly said, "It's still a place, clean, no one has touched it in the back, and Young Master He just plays casually."

Chi Yi took a sip of wine, and seemed to be a little drunk again, and a little more courageous.

"Speaking of which, it's Yanyan's face." Chi Yi shook the glass and said with a half-smile, "I just don't know what Yanyan looks like on the bed, it must be ecstasy."

"If Yanyan hadn't died, and when Young Master He got tired of playing, I would also like to try—"

But before Chi Yi finished his words, he suddenly saw a dark figure rushing towards him.

Immediately afterwards, I felt my body being pressed heavily on the table, my head hit a hard object, and there was a buzzing sound in my mind.

The movement of the two was a bit loud, and even the glass on the table fell to the ground.

He Yang pressed Chi Yi on the table from behind, picked up the glass fragments on the ground with one hand, and held it tightly in his palm.

He Yang's hand was very strong, the edge of the sharp glass shards cut the palm of his hand, and blood flowed down the palm of his hand.

But He Yang didn't feel as if he held the shards of glass and stabbed Chi Yi heavily.

It happened so fast, the people around suddenly screamed and rushed over to stop He Yang's movements.

"He Shao!"

"calm down!"

"Have something to say!"

There was chaos in the private room, and blood was pouring out.

It was already early morning when Jiang Lin heard the news and rushed to the private hospital.

Chi Yi was sent to the emergency room, and He Yang was also injured on his hand.

When Jiang Lin found He Yang, the doctor was cleaning He Yang's wound.

A middle-aged couple stood next to He Yang and respectfully said to He Yang, "Young Master He, we didn't discipline Chi Yi well, I'm really sorry..."

"Chi Yi was spoiled by us, this time it's his fault..."

He Yang didn't speak, just watched the movements of the doctor's hands.

"Young Master He, don't be angry..."

"After we go back, we will definitely teach this child a good lesson!"

The middle-aged couple keeps their posture low.

After a long time, He Yang said, "His mouth can't speak."

"Yes, yes, we promise not to let him speak in the future! And we will never let him stain your eyes!"

The middle-aged couple has been apologizing.

Jiang Lin stood in the corridor and didn't enter until the middle-aged couple came out.

The doctor was still carefully applying medicine to the wound on He Yang's right hand. Jiang Lin moved a chair and sat beside him, waiting quietly.

He Yang's palm was full of small wounds cut by glass shards, and it looked a little terrifying.

After the doctor applied the medicine and bandaged the wound, he got up and left.

He Yang was still sitting on the chair, and he didn't care about his right hand. He took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, and then turned to the call log.

Jiang Lin was beside him and said, "I heard them say that you and Chi Yi got into trouble because of your sister-in-law."

He Yang responded.

"Anyway, it's not the first time Chi Yi has spoken badly about him in front of you." Jiang Lin's face was expressionless, "What's the point of you being like this now?"

In fact, he didn't know what Chi Yi said, so He Yang would do it.

Anyway, Chi Yi used to speak ill of his sister-in-law a lot before, so it's probably the same this time.

"Not only Chi Yi, but others." Jiang Lin laughed suddenly, "Even in front of you, they dare to mock and bully sister-in-law."

Jiang Lin asked, "Have you ever taken care of it?"

Without waiting for He Yang's answer, Jiang Lin replied to himself, "No, you didn't care once."

"It's not because you don't care, others look down on him." Jiang Lin mocked, "Now that he's dead, is it useful for you to pretend to be so affectionate?"

Late affection is meaningless.

"You didn't care before." Jiang Lin looked at the man, "Now that the man is gone, do you think it's too late to help him fight the injustice?"

He Yang didn't say anything, as if he didn't care what Jiang Lin said.

Jiang Lin continued to question: "Did you visit him after he died? Did you call him once when he went to Anshi? If that day you—"

He Yang said, "I made a phone call."

On the first night Xu Chengyan went to Anshi, he made a phone call.

The call that day was a little unpleasant, and he also somewhat forgot why he had a cold war at that time.

I just remember the last sentence he said to Xu Chengyan on the phone—

Don't come back.

"People are already dead, it's useless for you to say this now." Jiang Lin returned the exact same words to He Yang.

"He's been dead for two months, so don't pretend to be so affectionate in the future." Jiang Lin lowered his head, "Don't tell me that he is dead, you will suddenly wake up and fall in love."

He Yang frowned and said coldly, "Jiang Lin."

"Okay, I won't say it." Jiang Lin closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

For a while, the two were speechless.

Jiang Lin sat next to him for a while, got up, and left a business card on the table, "You can take a look when you have time."

He Yang picked up the business card, which was the contact information of a psychiatrist.

"No."

But on the second day, Jiang Lin still forcibly took He Yang to the psychological clinic.

In the psychological consultation room, the doctor squinted and said somewhat surprised, "I didn't expect that one day I would be able to see Young Master He, under such circumstances."

"Hello, Mr. He." The doctor opened the record book and asked, "Would you like to tell me about him?"

He Yang leaned on the back of the chair and said slowly, "I have a friend."

"Well." The doctor smiled, nodded, and encouraged the other party to continue.

"He's dead." He Yang's tone was calm.

The doctor was still smiling, waiting for the man's next words.

But the doctor waited for several more minutes, but still did not wait for the man to speak.

The room became silent, and the doctor had no choice but to ask, "Then what?"

"No more." He Yang said lightly.

The doctor was very patient and continued to ask, "Is it just a friend?"

He Yang didn't answer, just took out a pack of cigarettes and wanted to light one.

And because the gauze was still wrapped around the heart of his right hand, He Yang's movement of lighting a cigarette was not very convenient.

The doctor reminded: "Mr. He, smoking is not allowed indoors."

He Yang put down the lighter and played with a cigarette in his hand, with a casual attitude.

The doctor continued to ask, "How are you feeling now?"

He Yang: "I don't feel anything."

"Then is there anything else I want to say?" The doctor tried to guide He Yang to open his heart. "For example, you can tell me about some memories. I'm a good listener."

"There's nothing to say." He Yang was still in a nonchalant manner.

"Mr. He, I need you to cooperate with me and express your true thoughts." The doctor said, "Deliberately suppressing emotions for a long time is not a good phenomenon."

He Yang still didn't respond.

The doctor had to change the subject and asked, "How have you been recently?"

"For example, is your appetite good every day? Has your weight changed? How's your sleep quality? Did you dream about him—"

He Yang suddenly said, "No."

"Huh?" The doctor was taken aback.

He Yang put the cigarette back in his pocket, touched the wooden sign in his pocket with his fingertips, and said slowly, "I never dreamed of it."

Never dreamed of it.

Doctor: "Will you miss him?"

He Yang didn't answer, and the room fell silent again.

And just when the doctor thought that He Yang would not answer, He Yang finally spoke up.

"meeting."

will miss him.

After leaving the psychological clinic, He Yang returned to the old house.

Qiqi happily ran out of the villa, screaming near the car, trying to find Xu Chengyan to play.

He Yang got out of the car and saw Qiqi coming, and said, "He won't come back."

Qiqi didn't understand and continued to circle around the car.

He Yang returned to the villa and sat alone on the terrace on the second floor, looking at the courtyard outside.

In the yard, the big dog was still waiting stupidly near the door.

He Yang retracted his gaze, looked down at the wooden sign in his hand, and stroked the seven words over and over again.

Not long after, the butler came to the terrace and put the tea set on the table.

He Yang suddenly asked, "Is today April Fool's Day?"

Butler: "April Fool's Day has passed for a long time."

He Yang stopped making a sound and just looked at the big dog in the yard.

In the yard, there was a maid who wanted to bring Qiqi back to the villa, but Qiqi had to stay by the car.

Kiki squatted beside the car, waiting, waiting—

From summer to autumn, and from autumn to winter.

On the snow, Kiki was still squatting beside the car, his tail dangling, and there was a Frisbee toy beside him.

The car was already covered with a thick layer of snow, and Qiqi raised her head obediently and kept looking at the window.

Chi Chi is still waiting.

Wait for Xu Chengyan to get out of the car and play games with him.