Unable to Divorce After Signing the Marriage Contract

Lin Yuhe looked at Lu Nan with a surprised expression, but Lu Nan looked calm, and raised his hand to touch the back of his neck.

Lin Yuhe felt like a cat, with his back hair smoothed.

The rain was a bit smaller than it was at the beginning, and it turned into a thin, long, light rain, dripping on the eaves and on the ground. The wind is not very cold, Lin Yuhe also dressed very thickly, not cold. He stared at the continuous rain in front of him, gradually letting go of his sight.

The quiet courtyard gradually dimmed into a beautiful landscape painting, the rain drenched the ink. The familiar scenery overlaps with the things hidden deep in the memory, bringing out the yellowed but clear memories.

That is something that can only be recalled in this old scene, something that I thought has been forgotten for a long time but has already been remembered by the body.

Lin Yuhe whispered, "I remember... So we seem to like to watch the rain under the eaves."

The land of Shu is rainy, and there are many days at a time, so when it is clear, the sky is always as blue as washed.

"At that time, my brother seemed to still play the harmonica under the eaves," Lin Yuhe said.

When Lu Nan was young, he learned some musical instruments. He knew a lot about piano and violin. His parents also built a pipe organ for him and built a house to hold it. But in remote towns, there will not be those gorgeous musical instruments. Some are just picked leaves or wooden flutes cut from bamboo. Although simple, no matter what comes into Lu Nan's hands, it will always make a beautiful sound.

Later, when Lin Yuhe went to Cangshan, he brought a harmonica back and gave it to Lu Nan.

The harmonica, priced at 25 yuan, spent a long time with them.

Lu Nan stretched out his hand to help others tidy up the collar, guarding the white neck tighter, and said.

"Well, it was in summer."

Dongyu is too cold to let Xiaolin and Crane out to blow.

"The rain in summer looks better."

Lin Yuhe moved his eyes to the pomegranate tree in the courtyard and murmured.

"But it rained too much...and it rained off the swing."

There was originally a swing made by his grandfather under the pomegranate tree. Lin Yuhe couldn't run and jump when he was young. Swinging became his longest activity.

The ropes of the swing are made of straw ropes, so you can't ice your hands. But the land in Shu was rainy, and the yard was left unattended for more than ten years, and the swing was corroded by rain.

This old house is located here, and it seems that it will not change no matter how long it has passed, but some of the old things that were originally there are still disappearing little by little.

No one can resist time.

Lin Yuhe felt a little warmth from his heart, and the man reached out to touch his hair again.

Soothing is full of meaning.

Lin Yuhe smiled and said, "It's okay. I've been lucky enough to see this old courtyard back after so long."

They stayed in the yard for a long time and didn't go back until the rain stopped.

As soon as they returned to the villa, Lin Yuhe was stared at and took a hot bath to dissipate the chill.

He didn't catch the wind or cold like Lu Nan was worried about. In fact, Lin and He had been in good condition, and they would work and rest on time for the next few days, waking up and going to bed early.

When the day of mother's sacrifice really arrived, he got up earlier than usual.

Even earlier than Lu Kan, who always gets up at six.

Before the day broke, the room was grey and the night was not completely gone, Lin Yuhe got up quietly.

He didn't want to disturb the man beside him, but he just heard the other person's voice when he just wanted to get out of bed.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Nan had already opened his eyes, his voice was slightly hoarse, and it was even more low-magnetic.

"It's okay, you can rest for a while." Lin Yuhe said softly, "I'll pick some wild flowers."

Although he said so, when he really went out, he still went with two people.

They went to Baishan again, went down the small road, and stopped beside the large tracts of wild camellia on the mountainside.

Lin Yuhe picked all white camellia. The sun hadn't come out yet, and the dew was heavy in the morning, which quickly wetted his fingers, cuffs and clothes.

But when Lu Nan wanted to help, Lin Yuhe refused him.

I picked a lot of white camellia, and there are nearly a hundred of them. Lin Yuhe is obviously not doing this for the first time. He is very skilled. The picked flowers are **** with straw ropes and placed in the basket. The full multiple petals bloom, showing bright white in the dark early morning. .

After plucking enough flowers, they returned to the villa.

It was already bright, and from far away, I saw a tall man standing at the door of the villa, approaching, Lin and He recognized it.

It's Geng Zhi.

"Something to come here so early?" he asked curiously.

Geng Zhi looked at him and pinched the unlit cigarette in his mouth.

"It's okay, get up early for a walk, and stop by and take a look."

Why do you suddenly think of taking a walk?

Lin Yuhe looked at him, looked at Lu Nan, and found that Lu Nan and Geng Zhi didn't seem to want to chat, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

But he didn't say anything, and the three of them entered the villa together.

Breakfast has been delivered, enough for three people. Geng Zhi didn't speak much during the meal, but occasionally glanced at Lin Yuhe, making the latter always a little inexplicable.

It wasn't until after breakfast that Lin and He went to sort out the camellia that Geng Zhi asked him.

"When are you going today?" Geng Zhi switched to an electronic cigarette, and there was no smoke. He held the cigarette in a vague voice, "Together."

Lin Yuhe then realized his intentions.

"It's still early, don't worry." Lin Yuhe said, "I went there at noon."

Geng Zhi didn't say anything. He sat down and watched him sort out the camellia he picked.

Lu Nan walked over and handed him the scissors that Lin and He wanted, with the handle of the knife facing Lin and He.

After Lin and He took the scissors, Lu Nan also sat down, reaching out to tidy up the green leaves of the camellia.

But was stopped by Lin Yuhe.

"It's okay," he said with a smile, "I can do it myself."

Lu Nan didn't move anymore.

He watched Lin Yuhe move by himself and neatly tied the bouquet.

Before, Lin and He seemed to insist on coming by himself for everything related to the Mother's Day.

After the bouquet was tied up, Lin and He arranged all the other things they had prepared together. At about noon, the three of them left the house.

The cemetery is not far away. The bamboo forest was originally the outskirts. However, the wind was a bit cold today, and finally Lu Nan drove the people to the cemetery.

The small town’s cemetery is small and there are no guards, anyone can enter. Looking at it, the cemetery is a bit desolate, and there are even yellow weeds in the cracks of the bricks in the corners.

The weather has not been very good. Although it did not rain, there was no sun. There was a faint mist around it, and it was gray everywhere, which made people feel a little depressed.

When they entered the cemetery, Lin Yuhe almost fell before tripping.

Lu Nan quickly stretched out his hand to help him, but Lin Yuhe was already standing on his own. Geng Zhi frowned when he looked at the ground. There was no uneven place where Lin Yuhe had just walked, and he didn't know what happened to him. Tripped over.

Lin Yuhe only waved his hand and said it was okay: "I was not careful."

His expression and voice were not unusual, and his lips still wore a faint smile.

Geng Zhi did not ask any more questions.

They walked in together and walked to the tomb of Mother Lin.

The tombstone is of a unified standard, but the surrounding area of ​​this tombstone is much cleaner than the others. Lin Yuhe came here to clean it when they just returned to Baixi.

There is a color photograph embedded on the tombstone, separated by glass, and the color has not faded after many years. The mother in the photo smiled, as if still looking at her child tenderly.

Lin Yuhe didn't laugh anymore.

There was no more smile on his face, and even the usual softness faded away completely, leaving only a pale wood.

Lin Yuhe bent down and put up the things he had brought little by little. The tied white camellia is my mother's favorite flower, and the cat made of lily grass is a kitten raised by my mother, there are some fresh fruits, and the glutinous rice candy my mother likes to eat.

Geng Zhi and Lu Nan also placed the flowers they had brought on both sides.

But only Lin Yuhe was the slowest.

His lips and petals gradually faded, and they lined against the skin that was already lacking in pigment. It was more like the snow in the southern country in winter. It was cold and fragile and easily melted.

Lin Yuhe didn't get up after finishing putting things out. He knelt in front of the tombstone, looking at the picture of his mother, his eyes widened, as if in a daze.

He didn't move for a long time, and finally Lu Nan gave him a light support behind him, making people stand up, and did not continue to put pressure on the legs that had begun to stiff and tremble.

Lu Nan whispered: "Let's go aside first, can you talk to your mother for a while?"

Lin Yuhe seemed to have just regained his senses at this time, a little stunned: "Ah... no need."

He sniffed and said to the tombstone.

"Mom, we came to see you, and brother Lu, who was a kid, is also back, we..."

But Lin Yuhe's voice was very small, and as they were talking, they were completely blown away by the wind and could not be heard.

His lips seemed to have been blown dry, stuck together, and could no longer speak.

Lu Nan was watching. He had imagined many possibilities. He thought that Lin and He would talk to his mother and chat with his mother when they visited the tomb. But this is not the case. Lin Yuhe only said a few words and got stuck.

The silence lasted for a long time, and there was only the sound of wind nearby.

For children who are too young, the death of their parents is not a pain that can be easily survived. It was more like a kind of internal bone fracture, which could not be seen on the surface. When others looked at it, the appearance was also bright and complete, but the periosteum was wailing every minute and every second, and the sound was only audible to me.

They lost an arm prematurely and lost half of their life support forever.

Lin Yuhe stood for a long time, until the auricles were frozen red and blown pale before they finally moved.

He bent down, bowed deeply at the tombstone, bent down severely, and did not move for a long time.

The cold winter froze him into a sculpture.

I don't know how long it took before Lin Yuhe finally made a sound from his throat.

He said, "Mum, goodbye."

Lin Yuhe rubbed his face, turned around and said, "Let's go."

He seemed to smile at the other person, but after freezing for too long, even the original laugh was not proficient, and in the end he only pulled out a stiff arc.

But fortunately, he himself did not show anything unusual.

The three of them drove back together. On the way, Geng Zhi kept staring at Lin Yuhe, seeing that he could still drink water to keep warm, and answered, he was slightly relieved.

When returning to the bamboo forest, the car stopped by the old courtyard. Lin Yuhe has to go to the old yard before going to other places. This is the custom in his hometown. He returns from the tomb to take the dead back home.

They got out of the car and walked in. Lin Yuhe put the only remaining white camellia in the vase in the house.

Geng Zhi let go of his heart after seeing people finish all this.

Although Lin Yuhe's face turned pale from the cold, his condition is still normal. It seems that his health is indeed much better this year than in previous years.

Several people walked into the yard and were about to go back. When passing by the pomegranate tree, Lin Yuhe suddenly looked up at the bare branches and reached out to touch the rough trunk.

Lu Nan next to him asked him, "What's the matter?"

Lin Yuhe didn't look back and said softly.

"The swing is gone."

For too long, too many traces have disappeared and erased. But the past cannot be changed. Earlier, this swing was not specially made for Lin Yuhe.

This was originally a swing made by my grandfather for his daughter.

Before her mother became a mother, she was also a little girl who liked to swing.

It was he who snatched his mother's swing, and then mother left and the swing broke.

Many things are gone.

The flower bed in the corner disappeared, the withered flower plants were wiped out, the spring blossoms were no longer blooming, and the people who wore their skirts and hummed and watered the flowers walked away very early.

This old yard was where Lin Yuhe and his mother lived for the longest time. Later, he went back to the city to go to school. After one year, his mother passed away, and the time was short-lived.

So a long time later, Lin and He could only return here, reminiscing on those familiar traces.

Imagine the mother is still here.

But more and more things disappeared, disappearing so completely.

As if he didn't want to leave him memories.

Geng Zhi greeted: "It's nothing, I'll go back first..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Lu Nan's voice.

"Ningning?"

"what happened to you?!"

After Geng Zhi moved, he strode forward, and saw Lin Yuhe still looking up at the pomegranate tree. He didn't realize anything at all, the look on his face was still very calm, but his breathing was completely out of control, his face was pale, his chest was undulating drastically, and a dull and terrifying sound came from his throat.

"Ningning!"

The calm and tranquility of the disguise was finally broken, and the frozen wound was still **** and hideous. After scraping the surface of the snow and frost, fresh blood would still be pouring out.

There was a sudden chaos in the yard.

"Hasn't his asthma been cured long ago?!"

"Medicine! Get the medicine quickly!"

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