As a brother who keeps his word, Yi Hui sent the avatar he drew on the digital tablet to Jiang Yimang's mobile phone on the day that was about to enter November.

Jiang Yimang, who has been supervised all the way from the line draft, has a sense of achievement more than the creator. After changing her avatar, she went to various groups to chat, attracting the little sisters to see her new avatar. : "My brother drew it for me."

Seeing her happy, Yi Hui also felt better. He watered the flowers in the yard, checked the information and bought flower fertilizer online. He heard Jiang Yimang said that you can also shop online with your mobile phone. He just turned on the mobile phone that he had just shut down for a day and a night, and swish. Swish came in several text messages.

【have you slept? 】

[Seeing that the lights in your room are off, good night]

[Good morning, the sun is shining today, but the temperature difference between day and night is large, so wear more clothes]

[Is the doll in the yard yours? I also washed the dolls at home]

【Are you going to put geese today? 】

Yi Hui scrolled down one by one. At first, he was a little nervous, for fear that he would mention the incident of that day again. In the end, he didn't mention a word, and said something confusing.

The time distribution is still very even, one every two hours, as if for fear of disturbing someone.

Yi Hui had never seen him look so cautious, and he felt dazed after reading it.

He had already moved the past things out of his mind bit by bit as he wished, so why did he bring it up again?

And he doesn't look like him at all.

It was the weekend when Yi Hui received psychological counseling.

After Jiang Yimang finished his homework, he went with him. Jiang Xuemei drove the car from Aunt Qiu's spacious yard to the front of her house. When she got in the car, Yi Hui kept urging Jiang Yimang to hurry up.

Jiang Yimang turned his head suspiciously and looked at it: "Why, slam me into the car so that I can wear a floral skirt on my back?"

Yi Hui, who had downloaded a lot of pictures of floral dresses on the computer in order to draw the dresses, immediately blushed: "No, no dresses, let's go early and come back early."

As a result, the wish to return early was not fulfilled.

When he entered the consultation room, Dr. Liu could see that Yi Hui was in a different state. After the routine conversation, he asked him if he was in any trouble.

"Now is not the time for treatment. I care about you as a friend. If you have any troubles, you can tell me. I will give you rational analysis and advice from the perspective of a bystander."

Faced with such sincere words, Yi Hui couldn't say anything to refuse, and he couldn't explain it calmly. He only said, "I met an old friend."

Dr. Liu said: "It seems that you don't want to continue to be with this friend?"

This kind of chat that does not directly reveal his thoughts, but can bring the topic in the direction he wants makes Yi Hui feel very comfortable, he just needs someone to listen to him: "He came to me, maybe because he felt guilty, maybe because Persecution at home may also be due to other reasons, I don't want him to disturb my family, and I don't want to see him again."

Dr. Liu suggested: "According to your description, the other party has a strong personality, and 'rejection' may not be applicable. The best way is to refuse in person, and tell him clearly that 'you can't go back' and 'don't meet again in the future'. ."

Hearing this, Yi Hui was a little stunned, but it was only for a brief moment, and it disappeared with the wind before he had time to investigate the reason.

Before leaving, Dr. Liu also put forward a hypothesis: "Is it possible that he is sincere? Not because of guilt, nor because of family, but just because he wants to do it?"

Yi Hui was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled helplessly: "Impossible."

In Yi Hui's view, this assumption was even more absurd than the fact that he had borrowed a corpse to bring him back to life.

He clearly knew I was dead.

After seeing the doctor, the mother and son went to the supermarket to make purchases, and ate dinner at the fast food restaurant downstairs.

Yi Hui hadn't slept well in the past few days. He leaned his head against the window and dozed off. Jiang Yimang was full of energy. He sang loudly with the window open. He sang from popular golden songs to classic old songs. Singing and boasting: "My daughter sings like a fairy, and it's no problem to be a singer!"

Yi Hui squinted to listen to their laughter, and thought to himself—it's great to have a parent who makes good use of encouraging education at home.

In his memory, his mother was a strong woman. Although she loved him very much, Yi Hui could still sensitively perceive the regret and resentment she had buried deep in her heart since childhood.

That's why I was so cruel to my brother who just recognized his ancestors and returned to the ancestry, and regarded him as a wicked person who was going to harm their mother and son; so I never praised or encouraged my paintings when I saw them, and only regretted them when I was about to die. He took his hand and begged him to paint a picture for her.

No matter at that time or now, Yi Hui had enough reasons to guess that even if he came to his mother's hospital bed with a blank piece of paper in hand, she would smile and say it was good-looking.

Thinking of this, Yi Hui didn't know whether to be happy for his and Ri's enhanced memory, or to be sad because he promised to forget but he couldn't forget it.

His wish was to live as Jiang Yihui, but he couldn't bear those memories, whether happy or sad, he couldn't bear them all.

Fortunately, it was completely dark, and no one knew that he was missing, and no one witnessed his wet eyes.

Back at home, put the purchased ingredients in a good place, put them in the refrigerator, and store the bags of plastic wrap one by one. At the end of the day, the hour hand has pointed to eleven o'clock.

Jiang Yimang had to go to school tomorrow, so she yawned and went upstairs to sleep. Jiang Xuemei remembered that the work clothes she was going to wear tomorrow had a hole in it and had not been patched, so she went into the room with a sewing box. Yi Hui took the initiative to clean up the mess, put all the packaging waste into a garbage bag, and planned to throw it out to make room for the kitchen.

The trash can was just across the road, and within a few minutes of going back and forth, Yi Hui went out without a coat and wearing a thin shirt.

Every household in the small town advocates frugality. Except for Jiang's house, the street lights hanging at the door of other houses are all turned off. Yi Hui trotted all the way to the other side of the road, barely able to see where the trash can was. He leaned on the edge to stuff the trash bag into it, and then picked up the lid of the trash can and closed it.

An unexplained gust of wind made Yi Hui shudder. He rolled his hands back into his sleeves and turned to leave when someone suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him vigorously. Before he could scream, he was already caught. Pressing on the wall next to him, a tall black shadow was pressed down in front of him.

"Where have you been and come back so late?"

The moment he heard the voice, Yi Hui let out a breath in his throat.

It's him, not a bad guy.

Zhou Jinheng probably didn't expect that he was almost treated as a robber taking advantage of the darkness. He saw Yi Hui's lips turning pale from the light on the other side, thinking he was cold, he let go of an arm that was propped on the wall and touched Yi Hui's body. When the hand on the side touches, the expression is even more ugly: "The hand is so cold, doesn't it make you wear more clothes?"

Yi Hui tried to wiggle a few times, but couldn't pull it out, so he asked helplessly, "What the hell are you doing?"

He thought Zhou Jinheng had left. This person is the most impatient, whoever dares to give him a cold face, he will definitely walk away and never contact him again.

Therefore, Yi Hui did not communicate with Dr. Liu today with the mentality of finding a solution. Zhou Jinheng thought he was used to it, so why do you need him to solve it?

He was secretly bewildered, unaware that the person facing him was equally suspicious.

"I want to take you back." Zhou Jinheng thought he had expressed it clearly enough, now holding his hand, he still said what was on his mind, "I'm here to pick you up home."

Yi Hui repeated inexplicably, "Go home?"

Zhou Jinheng thought he was shaken, with a hint of joy on his face: "Yes, go home, the studio at home has been arranged, you must like Chaoyang's room. The dolls at home have also been washed and put on the bed, which one do you want to hold? You can sleep. We also have a new aunt at home, who cooks delicious food, especially good at making sweets. If you want to eat sweets in the future, you don’t have to go out, you can eat them at home.”

Zhou Jinheng spoke eagerly, which made Yi Hui regain a little of the feeling he once had. But Yi Hui still couldn't understand what he said, and the repeated mention of the word "home" made him feel unfamiliar, so unfamiliar that it shouldn't have come out of his mouth at all.

Yi Hui took a deep breath and said, "You're wrong, I'm not the person you're looking for."

The silence lasted for nearly a minute, until Yi Hui thought that Zhou Jinheng was thinking about how to torture him again, he had closed his eyes and waited, and suddenly heard a chuckle.

"Aren't you?" Zhou Jinheng seemed to hear something funny, "Then who are you?"

Yi Hui bit his lip: "My name is Jiang Yihui, not what you're looking for..."

The pain from the jaw made the last word disappear between his lips and teeth, and Yi Hui was forced to open his eyes, facing Jin Heng's pupils that radiated cold light in the dark night last week.

"Look at me and say you're not Huihui." Zhou Jinheng gritted his teeth and said, "Look at me and say you're not!"

Yi Hui was held down by him, his chin was clenched, and he couldn't move. He half-squinted at the person who was less than one centimeter away from him. At first, he felt relieved, thinking that this was him. , it is impossible to be so good to me, the successive disobedience and denial should have angered him a long time ago.

Later, he felt as if he was crazy, and turned into a moody beast who only used his roar and roar to vent his irritability. The only thing that could stop him was the answer, the answer he wanted to hear.

But Yi Hui didn't want to say the answer, saying it was tantamount to compromising, and he was going to turn back into the fool who was submissive, timid, and could only depend on other people's lives.

God gave him a chance to come back, not to see him repeat the same mistakes, not to make him a laughing stock again.

This belief gave birth to an unprecedented powerful force rising in his heart. Yi Hui opened his eyes wide, his line of sight was at the same level as the person in front of him, and he said word by word, "I'm not the gray gray you're looking for... I'm not."

Even if he told himself to forget it, he still clearly remembered that the first time he heard Zhou Jinheng call him "Grey", he took it as a unique name between the two, just like he called him "husband" in private , unique and irreplaceable.

How happy was at the time, how painful it is to look back now.

"Huihui" and "Huihui" sound the same, but their meanings are very different. One is the brilliance sprinkled by the moon in the sky, and the other is the dust that flies in vain on the ground.

Yi Hui looked directly at Zhou Jinheng, and repeated in a calm and unwavering voice: "My name is Jiang Yihui, not the Huihui you were looking for."

Hui Hui was already dead, in that mountain hut that was as cold as an ice cave, in his three years of indifference and contempt.