On Qingming Festival, He Yang went to the cemetery.

However, He Yang still sat in the car and did not get out, quietly watching the people coming and going in the cemetery.

In He Yang's palm, he was still holding the wooden sign.

[May Mr. be safe every year]

He Yang lowered his head and rubbed the handwriting with his fingertips a little, as if he was remembering something.

He Yang sat outside the cemetery from noon to evening, and then said to Uncle Zhou, "Bar."

Uncle Zhou was also used to it, every time He Yang just glanced outside the cemetery and would not go in.

Uncle Zhou sent it to the bar, and He Yang came to the box as usual.

It's just that when He Yang came in this time, he saw Shen Xiuzhu besides the group of rich second-generation sons who like to play crazy.

Shen Xiuzhu seldom came to the bar, and only occasionally came to get together.

He Yang walked over and asked, "Why did you come here?"

"They said you've been drinking these days." Shen Xiuzhu narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Let me come over and persuade."

He Yang didn't answer, he opened a bottle of wine from the table and came to the sofa.

Shen Xiuzhu advised: "It's better to drink less, it's not good for your health."

The person next to him saw it, and he dared to come over and persuade: "Young Master He, it's been so long since the Yanyan affair, it's time to come out."

"Yes, He Shaohao should still cherish the people around him."

Suddenly someone said, "Young Master He, do you want to try with Xiuzhu?"

As soon as these words came out, others also persuaded them.

"Xiu Zhu is also very good, hasn't He Shao known Xiu Zhu for a long time?"

"Yanyan is gone, but Xiuzhu is still there!"

"If it wasn't for Xiuzhu to go abroad, He Shao and Xiuzhu would have been together long ago..."

He Yang looked down at the wine in the glass, didn't speak, didn't know what he was thinking.

Shen Xiuzhu squinted beside him, until after everyone else had finished speaking, then he said with a smile, "Okay, let's stop joking."

Others didn't want to mention it, so they quickly changed the topic.

And He Yang didn't react from the beginning to the end, leaning on the sofa and drinking wine, he didn't pay much attention to everything around him.

After the party was over, He Yang got up and said to the person beside him, "I'll take you back."

The Jiang'an community was not very far from the bar, so He Yang sent Shen Xiuzhu to the downstairs of the apartment.

But when He Yang was about to turn around and leave, he was suddenly stopped.

"He Yang."

He Yang turned his head and looked at Shen Xiuzhu.

Shen Xiuzhu stood on the steps and said slowly, "Two years later, I still hope you can come out."

"If he saw it in the sky, he would definitely not want you to do this." Shen Xiuzhu's voice was very soft, and he walked towards the man step by step, "You still have us."

"No matter what, we will be by your side." Shen Xiuzhu stretched out his hand and gently hugged the man in front of him.

He Yang was still standing there, feeling the warmth in his arms, lowered his eyes and raised his hand slightly.

But just when He Yang was about to push away, he suddenly noticed a figure in front of him, and the movement of his hand suddenly stopped.

In the garden not far away, a gentle-looking young man stood under the street lamp, looking up and smiling at him.

He Yang stared closely at the young man under the street lamp, pushed the person in his arms away with a little force, and walked towards the garden step by step.

Shen Xiuzhu noticed He Yang's movements, followed He Yang's line of sight and saw nothing, so he shouted in confusion, "He Yang?"

He Yang ignored it and just continued to walk in the direction of the youth.

But when He Yang was about to walk in front of the young man, the young man's figure suddenly faded.

The figure disappeared into the air little by little, He Yang quickly stepped forward, stood alone under the street lamp, and reached out to touch it.

But there was air in front of him, and he didn't touch anything.

He Yang looked at his empty palms and was a little lost for a while.

Another hallucination.

"What's wrong?" Shen Xiuzhu was worried and came to He Yang's side.

He Yang lowered his head and stared at the palm of his hand for a while, as if he didn't hear it, he didn't make a sound.

Shen Xiuzhu looked at the ring on He Yang's hand, frowned slightly, and said, "He Yang, we are all worried about you, Xu Chengyan has already—"

"Shen Xiuzhu." He Yang interrupted and said slowly, "You should go back."

Shen Xiuzhu opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just turned around and entered the apartment building.

He Yang also returned to the car and was sent back to the apartment by Uncle Zhou.

The apartment was very deserted, He Yang didn't turn on the lights, and habitually came to the balcony to sit, holding the wooden sign in his hand.

The edge of the handwriting on the wooden sign had faded to gray-white, but He Yang was still rubbing the handwriting over and over again.

After a long time, He Yang got up and went to the study, and put the wooden sign in the drawer of the bookcase.

He Yang looked at the wooden sign in the drawer, and finally closed the drawer and locked it.

It's been two years, it's time to let it go.

Life gradually returned to calm.

He Yang stayed in the company every day and seldom went to bars.

There is a lot of work piled up, and after working every day, I have no energy to think about other things.

Although it is possible to occasionally see Xu Chengyan in the crowd, or hear Xu Chengyan's voice, it is not very influential.

got used to it.

He Yang put the processed documents aside, leaned back on the chair and rubbed his eyebrows.

After a while, the secretary knocked on the door, handed over a new document, and reminded: "Young Master He, the resort is ready, do you want to inspect it?"

He Yang took a look at the document and said casually, "You arrange."

The secretary should come down and arrange the inspection schedule as quickly as possible.

The place to be inspected was Xicheng. The secretary was ready to hand over the work, so he and He Yang went on a business trip to Xicheng.

When the two came to the resort, the owner and manager brought a group of people waiting outside to greet them.

He Yang entered the hotel lobby, suddenly noticed the movement on the third floor, and glanced up.

In the corridor on the third floor, some staff were busy moving around, carrying various equipment.

The manager quickly explained: "Young Master He, a crew has moved in over there and is moving things..."

The manager was worried that the movement of the crew would disturb He Yang, so he cautiously said, "Why don't I tell them to be quieter?"

"No need." He Yang looked away, not caring.

In the corridor on the third floor, a young woman with long curly hair leaned against the railing, watching the group of people on the first floor.

The young woman quietly looked at the man in the middle of the crowd, noticed footsteps behind her, and looked back subconsciously.

"Zhouzhou." The young woman squinted and smiled.

Qin Zhou came over and asked, "Why don't you go to rest?"

"It's too boring, so come out for a walk." Su Tang stood by the railing, looked at the man below, and sighed: "By the way, let's take a look at the real-life overbearing president."

Qin Zhou followed Su Tang's line of sight to the first floor, saw the man in the crowd at a glance, and was stunned for a moment.

The man was wearing a black suit with a cold expression on his face and a strong aura, surrounded by a group of people.

Qin Zhou looked at the man's figure and found that He Yang was still the same as he remembered.

Two years have passed, but time has not left any traces on the man.

He Yang was still so indifferent, yet so aloof.

"I don't know where the big man came from..." Su Tang muttered, "Anyway, he's quite handsome."

Su Tang hooked her hair with her fingers boredly, and said, "If Brother Zheng recommends me such a handsome guy, I'd be willing to be taken care of..."

Qin Zhou asked, "What did Brother Zheng tell you again?"

"It's not just those, I hint to me every day which big boss is missing someone..." Su Tang frowned, "Old and ugly greasy middle-aged man."

Qin Zhou: "Don't listen to him."

"Not yet." Su Tang sighed, "I won't know in the future."

"If I really promise Brother Zheng someday, I will at least find a more handsome sponsor." Su Tang laughed a little self-deprecatingly, and added, "I see, the one on the first floor is pretty good."

"But like these rich people, I heard that they usually have some special hobbies..." Su Tang thought for a while, then shook her head and said, "It's not worth it if you are played to death."

Qin Zhou looked at the figure and did not speak.

It's not clear whether other people have any special fetishes on the bed, but at least he knows that the eldest young master of the He family does not.

I just like to cover my eyes, and I like the back entry.

"Abstinence is really good." Su Tang stared at the big man for a long time and sighed: "It's like the iceberg hero in the novel."

"In the future, when I read novels, President Bingshan will have a face to substitute." Su Tang smiled, her fingertips tangled in the ends of her hair.

"Huh?" Qin Zhou looked over.

Su Tang patiently said: "You think, such a cold and abstinent person, who doesn't care about others, is just crazy for you alone—"

Qin Zhou listened, but suddenly laughed: "No."

Qin Zhou leaned against the railing, a pair of deep peach eyes slightly curved.

Icebergs are always icebergs, they don't melt.

"But the more abstinent people are, the more crazy they are when they like someone." Su Tang held her chin, "Maybe it's because I've read a lot of novels, and I like this kind of high-cold abstinence.

Su Tang: "It's cold and abstinent to outsiders, and it's only special to the person you like, and has a unique feeling."

Hearing this, Qin Zhou responded, "Indeed."

This unique and special feeling is really fascinating.

At the beginning, he was also seduced by this "special feeling", thinking that he was the one and only one around He Yang.

But in the end, I realized that I was just being self-indulgent.

Maybe the iceberg will melt one day, but the person who melts the iceberg will not be himself.

Qin Zhou looked at the figure of the man below quietly, with a slight smile on his face, but his peach blossom eyes were very indifferent, as if he was looking at an irrelevant stranger—

Really just a stranger.