After about a few minutes, Qin Mingzhu raised his head and realized that Yan Jiayu had just walked all the way with him in his arms, and this direction was Qingritang.

He wanted to ask about Yan Jia's jade legs, but thinking of his previous life, he swallowed the words back.

Yan Jiayu has an old leg problem, and it will be obvious if she walks fast, and she usually uses a cane to cover it up. He noticed Qin Mingzhu's gaze and pursed his lips slightly, "Go to my place? Okay?"

Normally, this question shouldn't be so embarrassing to ask, but tonight he just confessed.

Qin Mingzhu saw the faint blush under Yan Jiayu's eyes, he couldn't help but touched it, then quickly retracted his hand, silently adjusting his posture, trying to make the other person hold it more effortlessly.

He hummed.

Qingriitang is exactly the same as Qin Mingzhu remembers, with pea-blue dyed bamboo curtains, lilac-colored porcelain vases, silk-colored throw pillows, and begonia-red carpets. Yan Jiayu never does this because Qin Mingzhu likes it.

Entering the room with a beaded curtain, there is an illusion of a dream of Huang Liang.

He seemed to have seen him and Yan Jiayu in childhood, two and a half children huddled together. When was a child, always liked to discuss a topic, what will happen in the future, and what will it be like when grow up.

"I hope nothing needs to change when I grow up. I still have to talk to my grandfather, grandmother, grandfather, mother, father..." Xiao Qin Mingzhu read to many people, but in the end he did not forget Yan Jiayu. He leaned his body on Yan Jiayu's shoulder, "And Jiayu brother, we have to continue living together, otherwise I will be sad, even sadder than the sadness of not eating ice cream today, many, many times."

Xiaoyan Jiayu's lips curled slightly, and after a while, she said, "Okay."

"Okay." Qin Mingzhu repeated across time and space.

He would be sad if he didn't eat ice cream when he was a child, or had diarrhea after eating ice cream. When he grew up, he realized that there are really many things in the world that are more sad than ice cream.

For example, there is no Yan Jiayu by his side.

From the breakup at the age of 26 to the years before Yan Jiayu's death, he used various things to forget Yan Jiayu, all kinds of parties, a circle of friends that changed faster than flowers, and a large number of photos on social software to prove one thing.

Without Yan Jiayu, he can live well.

But looking back now, he couldn't remember the memorable events in those years, and his memory was vague. He couldn't even remember the faces of his new friends who drank and smoked cigars together the night before, not even a single one.

Later, he realized that he really couldn't live without Yan Jiayu.

But Yan Jiayu left him a suicide note, telling him to live well and cherish the rest of his life.

Chapter 31

Qin Mingzhu was put on the bed.

This bed is where Yan Jiayu usually sleeps, but Qin Mingzhu often slept in this bed when he was a child. When his grandfather died when he was sixteen years old, he lived in Suyuan for ten days, and he spent seven or eight days with Yan Jiayu. sleep together in this bed.

He looked at the bed involuntarily, then turned to Yan Jiayu.

The distance from the grandmother's yard to the Qinghaitang is not short, Qin Mingzhu is still an adult man no matter what. Yan Jiayu hugged him all the way, her breath was a little messy, and her face that was always pale was rosier than before.

"Are you tired? I seem to be..." Qin Mingzhu looked down at herself. He was a little fleshy at this time, at least he was fatter than his forty-seven-year-old self.

Yan Jiayu seemed to have a smile in her eyes when she heard the words, "Not tired." He paused and continued, "Grandma's light is broken. Although there is a small light, it is not very convenient to sleep there at night."

Explaining why he brought Qin Mingzhu here in one sentence, of course, there are reasons why he can't say it. It is always strange to talk about love and love in the elders' room.

After speaking, there was a long silence, and Yan Jiayu asked softly, "Mingzhu, did you just say it?"

When Qin Mingzhu just lowered her head, she saw her feet. Round and shiny white toes, stepping on the gray-blue sheets.

This is a nineteen-year-old body, not a forty-seven-year-old body.

He is now nineteen -year -old, not forty -seven years old.

After silent in his heart, he slowly stretched out his hand to Yan Jiayu.

In the past life, he heard Yan Jiayu's words and tried to survive, but he lived very much. In the end, he died alone in a foreign country.

From his death to a ghost, to rebirth, he has not seen his funeral.

A person who died without a funeral.

"Well, I said yes." He squeezed a smile very hard, just like the real nineteen -year -old, "Jia Yu, can you hold me all the time?"

Qin Mingzhu felt like a leaky bucket, every time he took a step, the water in the bucket was flowing out. Passers -by who was splashed into the water was very disgusted, and he was afraid that the water would be dried up one day, and the leaky bucket became an abandoned bucket.

The idea of ​​hug is satisfied.

But Qin Mingzhu still didn't feel enough. He put his chin at Yan Jiayu's shoulder. "I still want to drink a little wine, is there a white orchid?"

The wine he drank for the first time was Bailan, and it was the wine he stole from his father. After he stole the wine, he ran to Yan Jiayu.

That day, Yan Jiayu happened to go out. When people came back, Qin Mingzhu was drunk in his bed, and he was red from his face to neck.

I was taken to the hospital that day and was educated by the whole family after waking up.

Qin Mingzhu nestled in Yan Jiayu's arms and took a sip of Bailan.

He drank many times in his last life, and often woke up. When he woke up several times, he was in a state of disconnection. He didn't remember what he did last night, and he couldn't even remember who to drink with him.

Thinking back, always thought of Yan Jiayu.

He thought of that island, the second year of his study abroad, and thought of Yan Jiayu's 25th birthday gift.

It was a glass villa. When I stepped down on the second floor, it was difficult to have a sense of dizziness. Qin Mingzhu is not a fearful person, but he does not adapt to this kind of glass. When he sleeps at night, he always feels that he will fall to the first floor.