When the two of them went down the mountain together, two groups of people came from the Liang family. One group came from Liang's mother who came from Beijing. There were also some people behind Mr. Yin. Ji Xueting said they were lawyers and the like.

The other wave, the first ones to appear in the mourning hall, came from the Demon City.

Later, Ji Xiao learned that the old man was his grandfather's biological brother.

Two old people, one teaches and educates people, the other starts a business from scratch.

They took two completely different paths.

But it can be seen that the relationship is very good.

"Brother has always been in good health. He hasn't come here in the past two years. I always thought it was because of Yuan Zhe's incident..." The old man wiped his face with his skinny hand, leaning on a cane and saying nothing.

Yuanzhe is the name of Liang Yuheng's father. The boy listened without saying a word.

On the other hand, the young man on the side came over thoughtfully and thanked Ms. Qin and brother and sister Ji Xiao.

After returning home, the young man took a lot of things from the trunk and wanted to give them to them, but Ms. Qin refused.

"Teacher Liang is also my teacher," Ms. Qin choked up. She was also half a father. Her own parents died early, so her grandfather was not a relative, so she just waved her hand and returned home.

Ji Xiao hesitated for a moment, but had no position to stay.

Both groups of people stopped at the door of Liang's house, and the boy was surrounded by them. He lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.

When did his bangs grow so long...

The sound from the opposite door continued intermittently from early evening until late that night.

Ji Xiaozhi cocked his ears and had another sleepless night.

The Liang family should be busy with a lot of things.

In the past few days, everyone who had connections with my grandpa came here. Ms. Qin greeted the school leaders and teachers.

Their families don't know the others either.

Liang Yuheng numbly called everyone.

Ji Xiao always thought that he was an indifferent person, but he seemed to remember the names of none of those people correctly.

only--

It doesn't matter.

He didn't say a word to them.

What exactly is death?

When I was very young, my grandmother also left quietly like this.

Grandma is a Christian, and many old people came to pray for her that day when she was in the small house in the village.

When she was young, she could only remember the clear words "Lord...Lord..." at that time.

Lord, good people go to heaven after they die.

Ms. Qin also stood aside numbly. It wasn't until she pulled her hand ignorantly that she lowered her head and said to her with red eyes: "You know, my mother no longer has a mother."

This sentence stayed in her mind for a long time, so long that it overlapped with the boy's words during the day.

"I don't have a grandpa anymore."

Ji Xiao touched the cell phone.

The phone opened and closed, the flip's fluorescent display dancing in the dark room.

【Go to bed early】

Ji Xiao closed her phone and closed her eyes again.

Unexpectedly, the phone buzzed soon.

【Well, you too.】

【Good night!】

【Good night.】

Five days later, school starts in Huaizhong.

Liang Yuheng did not leave.

Whether it was the persuasion of Mr. Yin or the invitation sent by his cousin Liang Heyu at the request of his old man.

He didn't respond to any of them.

The latter wanted to give him a new environment, and also wanted to make up for the regret of not being able to visit more often before.

There is really no need for this. He knows his grandfather's temper best. I'm afraid he is just afraid of delaying his brother's business and doesn't want to disturb him too much. There is nothing wrong with it.

As for the former.

Liang Yuheng didn't say much.

"Then think about it carefully." Yin Siqi said to him before getting on the plane, "You still have to look forward. When you want to come back, I will send someone to pick you up."

"Need not."

"Go back to Beijing during the National Day." Yin Siqi didn't give her son a chance to refuse anymore and put on her sunglasses directly. "You can use this month to think about it again and calm down."

Classes were divided in the second year of high school. Neither Ji Xiao nor Liang Yuheng left, but Yang Hong went to class two.

Unexpectedly, Da Ben also went to liberal arts.

This time Huaizhong was divided into classes, some people at the end of the crane were moved to the parallel class, and naturally there were also people from the parallel class who joined the first class.

Among them is Wei Wan.

I heard that she majored in art, but I didn’t know that her grades were not bad.

Ji Xiao saw her walking into the classroom and sat directly where Yang Hong had been.

The book next to him was turned to a page, and Ji Xiao glanced at it.

It seemed that after saying good night, Liang Yuheng became the boy he once was. He even smiled and lamented that Da Ben would not be able to bring them breakfast in the future when buying egg cakes in the morning.

He took the black pen in his left hand and turned it clockwise a few times, and then flicked his thumb a few times counterclockwise.

He seems to have become accustomed to moving the pen around, not just for writing.

The black pen paused and tapped Ji Xiao's forehead very lightly.

"What are you thinking about?"

"No." Ji Xiao laughed, then bowed his head and memorized the text again in a silly manner.

The girl's hair is already very long, and her ponytail, which was always up and down, can now hang obediently on her shoulders, and it glows a little chestnut yellow in the sun.

The white hands held the Chinese textbook, holding it with two fingers in the laziest way, and he clicked the textbook up and down.

The girls either memorized or read, stumbling and struggling with the classical Chinese text.

It was also these hands that held him so tightly.

The sixteen-year-old soul went out of his body this summer, and it was these hands that caught him back.

Clearly gentle, yet powerful.

It’s like the first day in Huaiyu.

In such an empty house, he stood in the kitchen, feeling helpless and cramped.

It was also these hands that opened Grandpa's cupboard with a familiar clang and showed him a row of dishes.

"I've seen you before!" she said with a smile.

"That's really fate." She said in surprise.

"I thought boys your age were a bit rebellious." She said stupidly.

…………

It's strange that he remembers it so clearly.

It seems, not surprising.

On the first day of school in the second year of high school, the sports committee member came over to their side and hugged Wei Wan affectionately.

The table shook when it hit it, and Ji Xiao was tinkering with the leaking pen refill. With this shake, the blue ink swung a tail on the white T-shirt wantonly.

It also brought a chill to my chin.

Wipe it on the back of your hand, it's good, probably because you didn't go out without reading the almanac today.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" The sports committee rummaged through his pocket, "I'll give you a tissue."

"It's okay." Ji Xiao could understand the excitement of meeting her best friends again. When they went out to see Yang Hong between classes, they both said the same thing, "Just go back and wash up."

"I'm so sorry!" Wei Wan found a tissue and took one to wipe her.

Of course it cannot be wiped off.

The clothes gradually spread and became lumpy.
To be continued...