No.70 days

The next day, Yang Shuyi's father-in-law went to the funeral.

Shao Wu followed the whole process, from going to the funeral home in the morning, to the farewell ceremony, to the cremation of the body and the burial of the urn.Yang Shuyi's father-in-law and his father were buried in the same cemetery, and the two tombstones are not far from each other.

My mother-in-law started to have a fever last night, and she was resting at home accompanied by a few ladies, so the whole funeral was presided over by Yang Shuyi. He was wearing black clothes and black pants, and there were no black shoes at home, so he went to the market to temporarily buy a pair of old cloth shoes. Also black.Shao Wu looked at Yang Shuyi in the funeral procession, seeing him walking at the front in hemp and filial piety, holding his father-in-law's portrait in his hand.He took out cigarettes from his pocket and skillfully distributed them to relatives who came to help. When he bid farewell to the ceremony, he calmly read the eulogy——Shao ​​Wu didn't even know when he wrote it.When it came time to eat the funeral banquet, it was also he who settled the guests one by one, added chairs to this table, and didn't have all the dishes on that table, all these things were watched by him.

Shao Wu found that the only thing he could do was to hand him a bottle of mineral water, but he shook his head and refused, saying that he would not have time to go to the toilet later.

Until the funeral banquet was over, those who came to help and condolences all dispersed one after another. Longlong was so tired that she lay down on the table and fell asleep, her knees were still black—the ashes from kowtow.Facing his eyes full of messy dishes, Yang Shuyi sat there, motionless.

Shao Wu walked over and sat down beside him.Yang Shuyi was close at hand, but he felt a sense of strangeness. When did Yang Shuyi become such a man in his own right?Yes, not boys, but men.Although his body looks a bit thin, although he has been running around in the hot sun for a day so that his shirt is sweaty and wrinkled, even though he has a newly scabbed abrasion on his side face, which looks So embarrassing.

Shao Wu asked softly: "How did you get your face?"

Yang Shuyi said: "I fell on the way to the hospital."

"..."

Shao Wu suddenly remembered that Yang Shuyi didn't cry all day today.

He didn't cry when he read the eulogy, he didn't cry when he received the ashes from the staff, and he still didn't cry when Longlong cried hoarsely when he was buried.The funeral was like a battle, and he charged forward decisively, leaving all his soft emotions to Longlong and her mother-in-law, and to those relatives and old friends who came to mourn.

Is he sad?He is also very sad.

"Shu Yi," Shao Wu said with sour eyes, "If you are tired, just sleep for a while, I'm here."

Yang Shuyi's eyes moved to Shao Wu's face, and then slowly moved away. After a while, he said, "Then I'll lie down for a while, 10 minutes or so, and you call me when the time comes."

"Okay, go to sleep."

Yang Shuyi nodded, and just got down on the messy dining table.This hotel has been around for some years, and the facilities are outdated. Many flying insects are circling around the overhead light on the ceiling. In the center of the arc-shaped lampshade, a handful of dark black can be seen. Shao Wu knows that it is an old dead flying insect. .Therefore, the light was also gloomy, falling on the greasy plates, the tablecloth, the unfinished soup, and Yang Shuyi's bruised cheek.

It was sunset outside the window, and the setting sun was like blood.

There was a smell of leftovers in the air, the surroundings were silent, and even the air conditioner seemed to have stopped running.Longlong fell asleep, and Yang Shuyi fell asleep too. He was so tired that he even snored lightly.

This moment is like a dream that is hard to distinguish between true and false. Say it is fake, but it happened for real, Yang Shuyi is still wearing a filial cloth on his arm; say it is real, but there is no such thing as Zou Xin, Zhi Ruo, or Shao Wu at this moment. The girl who didn't know her name, Yang Shuyi was beside him, this scene was so beautiful that it seemed false.

Time seemed to stand still, it was almost stolen time.Before Chen Yimang went to Shanghai, he told him not to be stupid.Are you stupid now?And Yang Shuyi's breathing sounds like ocean waves, one after another, gently washing his eardrums and his body.This is not stupid, Shao Wu thought, at least at this moment, he was by Yang Shuyi's side.It was him, not someone else.

Shao Wu looked at Yang Shuyi and thought to himself, I can’t go to Sichuan University—at least I can’t pass the postgraduate entrance examination—so I have to take the postgraduate entrance examination?He heard that the postgraduate entrance examination is difficult, but it seems that this is the only way left now.Then take the test, test it.

He didn't know where he got the courage, maybe it was because Yang Shuyi was in a deep sleep, or maybe it was because it was hard to tell the real from the fake at this moment, the gloomy light enveloped them, as if distorting the space into another space, no, no, Somewhat absurdly, Shao Wu recalled a sentence, light bends at massive objects.In fact, it is not light that is bent, but a large mass object that causes space-time to bend. The book says that refraction, simply speaking, light is continuously refracted in the curved space-time, and then refracted. When the density of refraction is large enough, you see, light bent.

When the density is high enough, the light bends, avoids them, and melts them into darkness. They are not in Yongchuan, not in the hotel, they hide in a corner of the vast universe, it is absolute darkness, absolute silence, Time counts.Shao Wu leaned over slowly, and pressed his lips against Yang Shuyi's.

His body began to tremble, his eye sockets became hot, and he felt that he had become an asteroid, about, about to explode.He will turn into warm fragments, dancing in the dark.He pressed against Yang Shuyi's lips, refusing to close his eyes.

In the next second, Yang Shuyi opened his eyes, the light came back, and time began.

Shao Wu was pushed away by him, so hard that with a bang, Shao Wu fell off the seat directly.Tailbone hurts.

Longlong snorted and straightened up: "Brother, what's wrong?"

"You go downstairs first," Yang Shuyi said with a blank expression, "Go downstairs and wait for us."

"But our account hasn't—"

"I told you to go downstairs."

"...Okay, okay." Longlong seemed to be frightened, looked at Yang Shuyi, looked at Shaowu, and ran out quickly.

Shao Wu sat on the ground, looked up at Yang Shuyi, he didn't know what Yang Shuyi was going to do, would he beat him up?Yes.At his father-in-law's funeral, when he was asleep, he actually kissed him.Straight men would be disgusted.

Yang Shuyi stood in front of Shao Wu, clenching his fists, Shao Wu was ready to accept his punches and kicks.

But Yang Shuyi just said: "Get up."

Shao Wu got up, but the tailbone still hurt.

"I know... I know what you mean." Yang Shuyi said, "It's been a while."

Shao Wu was at a loss for a moment, what is "what do you mean"?Then he realized that Yang Shuyi wanted to say, "I know your heart", or, "I know your feelings".But he couldn't even open his mouth. Can a man be called "feeling" for another man?Can it be called "mind"?No, a man's love for another man deserves to be called "meaning," only that, ambiguous.

So he already knew?

"The last time I met you at school," Yang Shuyi said clearly, "You said you were looking for Zhu Jingjing, but Zhu Jingjing wasn't at school that day, and she went to Guiyang for a competition."

Shao Wu thought, how could it be so coincidental?

"I saw her the day before, they were a team of athletes, and they took the school bus together."

"..."

"Counting those things before... Shao Wu," Yang Shuyi avoided Shao Wu's gaze, "I'm sure."

It turned out that he already had a feeling, yes, he has always been a smart person.

Shao Wu moved his lips, he knew what he should say, whether he kissed him secretly in apology, or bit the bullet to argue, in short, he should say something.But, but—say what?

"I love you," Shao Wu said, "really."

Yang Shuyi stopped talking.

"I know you like girls, I've known it for a long time... But, Yang Shuyi, I really love you. Maybe you think it's funny when I say 'love', but I really—you, by the way, you have girls Friends, you like girls...Yang Shuyi," Shao Wuyue said faster and almost incoherently, "what I said is true."

Yang Shuyi's voice was very low: "I have always regarded you as a friend."

"I know, but, just... just friends?"

Yang Shuyi fell silent again, his eyes shifted back to Shao Wu's face, as if entangled with the gloomy light, his jaw tightened, and his Adam's apple moved.

Shao Wu was still trembling, visibly trembling, he was like a prisoner about to be executed, the bullet was loaded, he was just waiting for the shot.Then he heard Yang Shuyi's voice, with nine points of determination and one point of hesitation:

"I'm sure I like girls, Shao Wu, but sometimes—one percent, one percent of the time, if I forget that I like girls, then the only thing I think of... seems to be you."

However, in the next second, his tone became gentle and apologetic: "Shao Wu, we, it's impossible."