The funeral was scheduled for three days later.

The Yi family didn't contact the Zhou family anymore, thinking that it was the eldest brother's advice. Yi Hui's father never cared much about this little son who was useless to him, and Zhou Jinheng did everything possible to ask his friends to inquire about the funeral time.

Hearing that he was going, Zhou Huarong scolded on the phone, "Didn't you want to get rid of him a long time ago? Now that the marriage contract has been cancelled, what are you rushing to do?"

Zhou Jinheng was stunned: "Cancelled? Who said that."

"It's not invalid even if everyone is dead, are you planning to marry him?"

Even though he had forced himself to accept the reality, Zhou Jinheng still couldn't hear anyone saying that Yi Hui was dead. What's more, the appearance of the Zhou family crossing the river and demolishing the bridge was so ugly that he felt ashamed as a Zhou family member.

"I can't control whether you go or not, and you have no right to control whether I go or not." Zhou Jinheng said solemnly, "I went as his fiancé, not on behalf of the Zhou family."

Yi Hui's case was handled quickly under the urging of all parties. Those three people were all boneheads, and they explained the facts after being tortured.

The family of the three also had some background. Zhou Jinheng knew that Cheng Feichi must be pushing them. He was busy for a long time and didn't help at all. After thinking about it, he realized that Cheng Feichi should be the one who wants to kill the most now.

Even so, he went to the funeral.

Walking to the door, he saw the black and white photos in the center of the mourning hall. Zhou Jinheng was stunned for a long time. All the past pictures were condensed into pictures and passed quickly in front of him. For a time, he only had one thought, that is, he stepped forward and touched the photo and smiled. Brilliant man, said to him, here I am.

Since he didn't get the chance, Cheng Feichi, who was receiving visitors inside, saw him and immediately signaled the security guard beside him to shoot him out.

Zhou Jinheng clenched his teeth with all his strength and kept his eyes fixed on the photo.

The security did not dare to make a loud noise to disturb the mourning hall, and finally Cheng Feichi went out in person. He walked to the door, glanced at Zhou Jinheng in a black suit with indifferent eyes, and said, "Get out."

Zhou Jinheng refused to leave, struggling in vain under the siege of several security guards: "Let me take a look at him, just take a look, let me go in and see him."

Cheng Feichi asked, "You? Why are you looking at him?"

Zhou Jinheng said of course: "I am his fiancé."

"The marriage contract has been cancelled, don't forget, you and he didn't even get the certificate." Speaking of this, Cheng Feichi's grim expression turned a bit harsh, "I let you go because Yi Hui didn't want me to hurt you. you."

Zhou Jinheng was suddenly stunned, his eyes were blank again, his hands loosened, and he no longer struggled.

Cheng Feichi took a step forward, looked at him condescendingly, and warned, "Don't mention my brother's name in the future, and it's best not to appear in front of me, otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't break the agreement."

At noon that day, the photo of actor Zhou Jinheng appearing in a mourning hall became a hot search. The few photos that were pulled with the security guard under the intervention of the company did not spread, and netizens focused on "whose funeral is this".

In the photo, Zhou Jinheng is dressed in a solemn formal dress with a solemn expression. There are various guesses in the comments, including classmates, relatives, teachers, and even lovers. The story is well-organized. By the way, several female stars who have had scandals are also arranged. went in.

There was a lot of uproar on the Internet, and the parties had no time to care. When Zhou Jinheng arrived in S City, he went straight home, took out the painting he brought back from the mountain the day before and looked at it for a while, then carefully turned it over, reached out and touched the signature in the lower right corner, his face softened, and the whole person became quiet. .

There was a visitor in the afternoon, Zhou Jinheng had forgotten when he had allowed others to come, and opened the door for a long time before he turned sideways to let Yang Chengxuan come in.

Entering the room, Yang Chengxuan first watched the painting being pushed away by Zhou Jinheng, and then watched Zhou Jinheng pour water out of the cup, spilling all over the floor, and asked worriedly, "Jinheng, are you... okay? ?"

"It's good." Zhou Jinheng replied as he put the cup on the table, and another puddle of water was shaken out.

Yang Chengxuan and Zhou Jinheng are old friends who have known each other since they were in school. He also covered and witnessed the relationship between Zhou Jinheng and Fang Youqing back then. He can be regarded as knowing Zhou Jinheng very well. But it was the first time he had seen him in such a lost state in so many years.

"People can't be resurrected from the dead, I mourn and change." Yang Chengxuan comforted, "I know, after three years under the same roof, the feelings are more or less, it will be fine after this time, people always have to Look ahead."

Zhou Jinheng was immune to this kind of high-sounding truth, and he didn't care.

Yang Chengxuan recalled the people and things that Zhou Jinheng cared about the most over the years, and added: "You see that your acting career is developing well, it's not like your style of being stunned. And Fang Youqing is back, tsk, look at this autumn, love and career are double. Good harvest, I am so envious."

Hearing Fang Youqing's name, Zhou Jinheng frowned slightly, Yang Chengxuan thought it was effective, and chased after the victory: "Just in the morning, he called me to comfort you. Back then, the two of you fell in love under my nose, which made me sour. I have a toothache, and now I am risking death from acid to reunite the two of you, don't let me down."

"Shut up." Zhou Jinheng finally couldn't help it, so that the noisy person was silent.

After pouring a glass of water, it was considered a treat. Zhou Jinheng turned around and carefully covered the painting with a drape. As soon as it was moved, it was about to be sent back to the room when the phone at home rang.

If it doesn't ring, Zhou Jinheng even forgets that there is a landline in this house. Standing in front of the drawer in the corner of the living room, he stared at the Doraemon sticker attached to the receiver of the landline for a while, and was a little dazed when he answered the phone: "Hello."

"Hello, is this Mr. Zhou's house?"

"Yes."

"We are xx travel agency here. There is a honeymoon tour booked in the name of you and Mr. Yi Hui. The time is on the 22nd of last month, but the two of them didn't come on the day of departure, and the phone left behind has been unable to get through. I want to ask if you two want to reschedule the trip or cancel it?"

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Jinheng went straight into the room, opened the cabinet and rummaged around in the drawer.

Yang Chengxuan followed to the door of the room: "What are you looking for?"

Zhou Jinheng didn't lift his head: "Passport."

"Are you going abroad?"

"Yi Hui has booked a honeymoon trip."

"Honeymoon... That was when we were newly married, right? Didn't the two of you have any evidence?"

After being reminded by him, Zhou Jinheng remembered something, and began to look for his and Yi Hui's ID cards again. There was finally a lightness in his tone: "I am twenty-two years old this year, and I can get married."

I quickly found my ID card, but Yi Hui didn't know where to hide it. Zhou Jinheng was in a hurry to find it, and he pulled out several drawers and turned them on the ground, scattered objects scattered on the ground.

Seeing him kneeling on the ground and searching desperately, unable to hear a word, Yang Chengxuan couldn't stand it any longer, so he rushed into the room, grabbed his arm and pulled him: "Jin Heng, are you crazy? He's already dead, you and him What marriage, what honeymoon?"

Zhou Jinheng was panting heavily, just about to say "He's not dead", but suddenly he regained his senses and looked around the house, as if he was looking at the past that he didn't cherish.

His lips moved, his Adam's apple rolled down, and he said, "He wants to go, he keeps saying he wants to go, I... I should have taken him long ago."

On the day of departure, Zhou Jinheng was packing his luggage while calling Xiaolin to ask him to take two more days off from the company.

Because he only brought his ID card and a few pieces of laundry, the suitcase was very empty. Zhou Jinheng took the Doraemon doll by the bedside and watched it for a while, and finally put it in the suitcase and took it away together.

The place they went to was an island in the southern hemisphere known as a holy place for honeymoons. There were two other couples in the company. Seeing Zhou Jinheng standing alone, they all showed surprise.

But it doesn't matter, except for flying together, the rest of the time is not together. Zhou Jinheng was very happy, but when the plane took off, he subconsciously grabbed the hand of the person next to him, but when he grabbed it, he turned his head and saw the empty seat, which gave him a real sense of loneliness.

When they got married three years ago, they flew from S city to the capital. Yi Hui was sitting next to him, his face turned pale from the roar of the plane taking off, his eyes were tightly closed, and he held Zhou Jinheng's arm silently.

At that time, Zhou Jinheng only thought it was funny. After struggling for a long time, he couldn't get his arm out. He stretched out his other hand and pushed Yi Hui's head: "Hey, is it so scary?"

It wasn't until the plane flew smoothly that Yi Hui exhaled, slowly released his arms, and whispered, "Scared, scary."

Zhou Jinheng couldn't figure it out: "Then how do you usually fly?"

Yi Hui lowered his head and replied a little embarrassedly: "Just, just close your eyes, clench your fists, bear it for a while, and then you're over."

Zhou Jinheng didn't understand even more: "Then why are you holding me?"

At that time, Yi Hui's face was blushing so bloody that he would faint with shame if he said one more word. He shook his head and refused to speak any more.

Looking back now, Zhou Jinheng knew what it was like to be needed and relied on by a person when he was most afraid.

Yi Hui gave him all the trust from the beginning, only trusting him, and not anyone else beside him.

Get off the plane at the place, first follow the local guide to the hotel to put your luggage.

After everything was sorted out, Zhou Jinheng pushed open the window, and the salty sea breeze poured into the house, and then he had time to stop and enjoy the exotic scenery in front of him.

Standing by the window for a while, Zhou Jinheng suddenly grinned. He thought that Yi Hui's passport had not been renewed for many years, and it had already expired. He even stupidly booked an outbound tour. If he found out when he was about to travel, he would probably cry on the spot.

After thinking about it, couldn't laugh anymore. Yi Hui set the travel time on August 22, the day after his birthday. No wonder he jumped up and down to wait for the summer this spring. When asked what he was going to do in the summer, he was sterious and refused to say. Getting ready for the next birthday, that painting, that cabin, including this belated honeymoon.

The island is sparsely populated, quiet and comfortable. Zhou Jinheng eats and sleeps alone. When he can't sleep or eat, he stands in front of the door and looks at the sea.

Most of the time, he was in a state of letting go, and he didn't dare to think about it deliberately, for fear that it would involve a series of pictures hidden in the depths of his memory that he hadn't even looked at before. These memories are too few, and he is afraid that he will be too greedy and spend too much at one time, and then there will be no more in the future.

He never thought that he could get new memories related to Yi Hui.

On the last night of the trip, Zhou Jinheng sat alone by the sea until the staff approached him to persuade him to go back to his room early to rest. As he approached the seaside hut with slow steps, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

Pushing the door open, a dim yellow light swayed on the face, as if he had a premonition, he rushed into the room, and the rows of candles and the large flaming petals almost burned his sight.

However, the thrill came like a hurricane, and it went even more hastily. When saw an envelope in a bunch of white flowers by the head of the bed and contacted the signature service provided by the hotel on the island, as heart gradually calmed down, Zhou Jinheng guessed what was going on.

Yi Hui arranged everything in advance, including this secret and grand surprise.

【Dear husband:

happy Birthday!

Like this trip? I heard that it's very quiet here. I shouldn't have disturbed you in the past few days, right? If I disturb you, I apologize to you here, I'm sorry, don't be mad at me.

Also, I know you don't like red, but roses symbolize love, so let me use this one, okay?

Do you remember, we have been married for three years!

Time flies so fast, many things have changed, you have grown taller and more handsome, you have many fans who like you, and you have made many, many good-looking movies.

But there are many things that haven't changed. For example, I still like you so so so, nothing less, nothing at all.

I heard from my brother that if you don't get a certificate, you are not a real family, so I decided to propose to you!

Originally wanted to wait for your request, but you are so busy, what if you forget?

Since I am older than you, let me propose to you!

Are you ready?

It's about to start! 】

The letter was a bit long, and Yi Hui's slightly childish words covered a whole page.

Seeing this, Zhou Jinheng only felt that his heart was clenched tightly, his chest was stuffy and it was difficult to breathe. He couldn't even open the folded paper and continue to look down.

After trying several times, he finally opened the page, revealing the bottom few lines, Zhou Jinheng's hand suddenly loosened, and the letter floated and fell into the petals on the bed.

The candlelight was reflected on the letter paper, illuminating the most upright two lines of the entire letter.

[Mr. Zhou Jinheng, please marry me!

——Love you Yi Hui]

The little fool has been "grey grey" all day long claiming that this is the first time he has written down his name, solemn and devout, just to propose to a person.

Zhou Jinheng stood alone in this room surrounded by flowers for a long time, until the candles burned out and went out one after another, and the brilliance just now was gone.

He raised his hands to cover his face, and liquid overflowed between his fingers, as if he had endured it for a long time, and finally he was able to vent it through the darkness.

A few drops fell on the letter paper, and along with the rapid breathing, Zhou Jinheng replied in a trembling voice, "...Okay."

When the island in the southern hemisphere falls into the night, the small town in the south of the country has just ushered in the evening.

The window of the consultation room faces the northwest, and the sun is the best at this time. When you push the door in, you can just see a beam of light falling on the head of the person beside the window, casting a delicate hazy light on his fluffy and soft hair.

"Are you done?" he asked as he walked to the desk.

Yi Hui still kept the posture of writing at his desk. He put down the pen after he finished writing the last word seriously. He exhaled and said, "It's finished."

Dr. Liu sat down opposite him and turned the book around to read: "Desserts, painting, growing flowers, catching dolls...Is there any more?"

Yi Hui blinked his eyes in confusion: "What else?"

Dr. Liu explained: "The proposition is 'I like it', and everything you like can be written down, including people."

Yi Hui thought for a while: "Then... let's add my mother and sister."

"nothing else?"

"no."

"Are you sure it's gone?"

Yi Hui was stunned by the question, then shook his head: "Yes, no more."

Dr. Liu smiled and didn't ask any further questions.

This is the last part of today's psychological counseling. Yi Hui caps the used pen and puts it back in the pen holder. When he got up and walked to the door, his footsteps stopped, and he turned around with determination: "Doctor Liu, I have the answer to the question you asked last time, can I answer it now?"

Dr. Liu sat on the chair and didn't move, expecting that he would turn his head, he waved to him: "Okay, come and sit."

Yi Hui sat back again, the unease of being seen through it somewhat weakened his courage. But always have to say it, always have to try it, even if think of him now, heart still hurts.

The room was quiet, and the slow-flowing air accompanied him to say his final farewell to those heart-wrenching memories.

About ten minutes later, Yi Hui finally took a deep breath, and his eyes were no longer hesitant when he raised his head.

"I want to forget about him," he said.