Late ripening

Lu Qian was hugged by him, and his mind was a little distracted. It turns out that someone is by your side to comfort and support you. This is the feeling.Jing Yan buried her face in his chest, but she clearly supported him again.

"I was so worried about you...so I asked for leave and came back." Jing Yan raised his head to look at him, his eyes were red and his eyelids were swollen like peaches.Lu Qian reached out to wipe the corner of his eyes, "Don't cry."

He put his luggage away and sat down on the sofa.There was a glass of steaming water on the table, he drank half of it as if he didn't feel the heat, and he finally felt tired and sore after all parts of his body relaxed.

He opened his arms slightly, and Jing Yan immediately slipped into his arms.The two people were like perfectly fitting gears, and they were tightly attached to each other. Lu Qian let out a sigh from the bottom of his heart like soaking in a hot spring.

"Will it be too heavy for you?" Jing Yan asked him while rubbing his shoulders. "No." Lu Qian grabbed his waist and legs and weighed them, "It's still too thin."

The strength of Jing Yan's massage was like a kitten scratching the wall. Lu Qian grabbed his hand and put it on his lips for a kiss, then looked at Jing Yan's face.Jing Yan didn't give him a chance to think wildly, and kissed his cold cheek back.

There is no need for two people to ask each other if they are okay, to ask each other how they are, or to try to advance and retreat. The tacit understanding has always been there, but they have found it back now.

Sitting quietly in the living room embracing each other, Lu Qian didn't want to talk about his father, so Jing Yan didn't ask him.He tugged at the corner of Lu Qian's clothes, filled with endless tenderness and tolerance for him in his heart, he gave him love, and also gave it to himself, love gave him courage again.

"Tomorrow, there will be a memorial service in the old house. This is written in his will. I will go to the cemetery the day after tomorrow." Lu Qian followed Jing Yan's back, as if asking, "You haven't been there yet, let me take you there together." ?"

"Can I go too?" Jing Yan raised his head in a daze, and hesitantly said, "Would it be bad, the friends who came here are all your father's friends, they will give you pointers..."

"His friends have nothing to do with me. No one will come to ask on purpose, so let them do whatever they want. Mainly..."

Lu Qian touched his forehead and pressed against it gently. "I want you to stay with me, and come with me the day after tomorrow? I want you to meet him."

He regretted that he didn't let him know about Jing Yan before his father passed away, not to prove anything, but more as a silent declaration that he would no longer be alone from now on.As for the silent rivalry between him and his father, he didn't care anymore.

A scent wafted from the kitchen, Jing Yan slipped down from him, and Lu Qian followed behind.

"I made some food. The supermarket downstairs was renovated and closed, so I just cooked some seaweed soup..." He lifted the lid to season it, "Drink a bowl before going to bed. The jet lag hasn't adjusted yet, look at your eyes It's full of blood."

Lu Qian likes to be called around by him, but he still has other things to do.

"I have to go out to do some errands and buy food by the way. Send what you want to your phone."

Jing Yan was a little worried, "Are you going to be busy right after you come back? How about going after getting up in the afternoon?"

He blocked the door of the kitchen like a little cook, Lu Qian rubbed his head to comfort him, "The people from the notary office are waiting for me, they will be back soon." After saying that, he put on his coat and went out .

According to his father's last wish, he donated all the paintings to the local art gallery.Lu Zhonghong may not be a good parent, but as an artist, he has always been worthy of Lu Qian's admiration.

As for the inheritance, my father did not explain it, and he didn't know how much money he had.Except for the house that was kept, the rest of Lu Qian donated all to the Provincial Artists Association to establish an art fund named after his father.

The person in charge of the association thanked him very much, and while expressing deep condolences, he also spared no effort to praise him as a good son who inherited his father's enthusiasm for art.

To be praised like this by an uninformed person would only seem ironic in normal times, but it sounds a bit sad at the moment.Lu Qian nodded in greeting, didn't say much, went to the old house with the staff of the funeral home after finishing the formalities.

The staff set up the mourning hall downstairs, and Lu Qian went upstairs to his father's studio, where there were still several unfinished works of his.

He recalled the scene when he was forced by his father to sit by the drawing board and learn to sketch when he was a child. He really had no talent for perspective and shadows, but he practiced hard, and when he brought the results in front of his father, he only shook his head and reprimanded him.

The tables and chairs here are arranged according to father's wishes, and should be exactly the same as when he left in a hurry.Lu Zhonghong likes oil painting, and he likes the thick and colorful landscapes. He dedicated all his pen and ink to the art career. Now that he thinks about it, he naturally has no extra energy for his family.

The house held few fond memories for him, but it might have been the only connection between his father and himself.Lu Qian didn't touch any part of the house, locked the door of the room and walked downstairs, helped to arrange it together before leaving.

Maybe it was because of the emotion just now, coupled with the sleepiness from the unadjusted jet lag, he was absent-minded on the drive back, but he still didn't forget to go a little further to buy groceries.

As soon as he knocked, Jing Yan opened the door. "I've been there for a long time...Why did you go shopping for groceries? I want you to go home directly."

Lu Qian put the bag into the kitchen, turned around and saw Jing Yan slamming on the kitchen door, worry and pity were written all over his face.

"I'm a little busy dealing with the will in the afternoon, there's nothing else, don't worry." He hugged Jing Yan, feeling that his eyelids were almost too heavy to lift.

Obviously everything was fine along the way, but as soon as I got home and was by Jing Yan's side, it seemed as if all the tense strings were loosened.

"Sleep with me for a while." He whispered in Jing Yan's ear, and Jing Yan nodded obediently, allowing him to pick him up and put him on the bed.

When Lu Qian quickly took a shower from the bathroom, Jing Yan had already spread the quilt.He fell onto the bed with his upper body naked, and Jing Yan poked him, "Put on your clothes, it's still a bit cold."

Lu Qian pushed him into his arms with one hand, "Then help me warm up." His tone was as relaxed as usual, but it sounded so pitiful to Jing Yan's ears.

Lu Qian didn't know that Jing Yan described him as pitiful, he was just a little tired, and his heart seemed to be covered by a dark cloud.Even though that cloud is not big and maybe dissipates in a few days, it can still bring people into a low tide.

He hugged Jing Yan, holding his soft fingers, thinking about the flow of various matters tomorrow morning, just thinking about the beginning, and fell asleep in the next second.

He slept until after six o'clock in the morning, when he was woken up by Jing Yan in his arms.

After eating the porridge cooked by Jing Yan, he finally regained some energy.He found two black clothes for Jing Yan and himself, put on the gray scarf left in the small villa for him, and drove him to the old house.

When Jing Yan walked into this house, he felt that it was a bit like his small villa, bigger and more spacious.He didn't like this kind of room all the time, so he followed Lu Qian closely.

The living room is not as heavy as he imagined, there is not too much black, only a few plain wreaths.These are all specifically stated in Lu Zhonghong's will.Lu Qian also agreed with this point. He didn't want the memorial service to become a space where grief gathers and condenses. Instead, he hoped that everyone who came to mourn his father would let their sorrows end and dissipate here.

"Don't be afraid." Lu Qian patted Jing Yan on the back and asked him to sit on the sofa for a while. "I have to stand here to receive people who come over. It may take a long time. If you are tired, sit there and rest and wait for me."

Jing Yan shook his head, "It's okay, I want to stay with you like this forever."

At ten o'clock in the morning, more and more people came to express their condolences. In the living room and garden were all friends of Lu Zhonghong before his death. Everyone had regret and grief on their faces, but his father's friends knew him very well. No one cried bitterly, even Not even a teary face.

Although the atmosphere is solemn, the whole environment is more like a rare gathering of old friends.Most of them didn't know Lu Qian, they only knew that he was Lu Zhonghong's son who was a lawyer.

Standing beside Lu Qian, Jing Yan watched everyone come up to express regret for his loss of relatives, saying that Lu Zhonghong raised his son well, and how lucky he was to have such a gifted father.

Lu Qian's expression was indifferent, neither refuted nor echoed, just thanked politely, said a few polite words and went to meet the next one.You have to turn your head to look at yourself from time to time and ask yourself if you are tired or thirsty.

These people don't know Lu Qian at all, and they don't even know their friends.Jing Yan couldn't help feeling sorry for Lu Qian in his heart, but he immediately felt that it was unnecessary.

"I'm not tired." Jing Yan quietly squeezed his hand behind his back.Lu Qian slightly leaned over and caged him, "It will be over in a while."

Some people privately guessed who the boy next to Lu Qian was. Judging by his age, he was definitely not Lu Qian's own child, but they didn't know if Lu Zhonghong had any relatives of the same age.It wasn't until Lu Qian didn't care about the people coming and going, and just hugged him so intimately, that he knew about their relationship.

Jing Yan was hugged by him, and he couldn't see anyone yelling or shaking his head and hurried away. He tried his best to keep Lu Qian warm, as if the room was empty.

"Cough." Someone coughed behind him, Lu Qian turned around, and Fang Fei stood in front of him with a worried expression.

Jing Yan suddenly became nervous, and said in a low voice, "Hello, Uncle Fang".He still hadn't forgotten how Fang Fei viewed them, he was very afraid that he would have a quarrel on the spot, and he was even more afraid of what he would say to Lu Qian.

Lu Qian felt Jing Yan grasp his fingers tightly, and he touched him a few times to comfort him.He hadn't seen Fang Fei for a long time, and since he went to Beijing, he never thought of contacting him.

"My condolences." Fang Fei said bluntly, he would not embarrass Lu Qian on this occasion, but he couldn't control his temper, so he gave Lu Qian a hard stare, and then glanced at them contemptuously. Two holding hands.

After saying this, he turned around and left. Unexpectedly, his friend chose the worst path in the end. Fang Fei was angry and anxious, and even wondered what else he could do to wake him up.He was walking out when Lu Qian quickly walked over to stop him.

"Let's find a place to talk later."