Chapter 2 No matter how close you are, your hearts may not communicate with each other
"Xiaolin, can you cook?" The afternoon sun shone on him, and the surroundings were beautiful because of him, and the beauty was not real at all.
"I think so," he thought. It should be very easy to see adults cooking.
"Xiaolin, how about cooking? I'm hungry," Mu Yinhan acted coquettishly with a pitiful expression.
"Okay," he blushed. Why did he make this expression? He was so cute that he wouldn't feel any pretentious.
"Xiaolin, that's great."
He lowered his head shyly. Does he really think he is good?
Mu Yinhan took Xia Luolin's hand and stared at him with a smile.
"I want to hold Xiaolin's hand tightly so that I won't be afraid of being scattered with Xiaolin."
Hold it tightly like this. When the cherry blossoms wither, won't he disappear? Then he was willing to hold his hand tightly until the moment he let go.
"Is this Xiaolin's home? Very beautiful."
He looked at Mu Yinhan with puzzled why he thought it was beautiful.
"What about Xiaolin's parents," Mu Yinhan saw his doubts and did not answer them, but changed the topic.
"They go to work," he lowered his head and covered half of his face with bangs, making people unable to see the expression.
"Xiaolin, cook quickly. I'm so hungry. I'm waiting for you under the cherry tree before dawn." Mu Yinhan's expression changed, deliberately muttered, and his language was a little exaggerated.
"You don't have to arrive so early," he looked at him sadly.
"I'm afraid that when Xiaolin comes, he will be disappointed if he doesn't see me and must wait for him there early."
He stood still, and his heart was full of emotion. When he reached the cherry tree, he was lost when he did not see him. When he saw him leaning under the cherry tree, his heart was full of surprise and excitement.
"I'm going to cook. Can you watch TV in the living room?" He fled in a hurry, how could he say such sensational words?
Mu Yinhan turned on the TV and pressed the remote control at will. None of the programs on the TV could attract him. He looked at Xia Luolin, who was busy in the kitchen.
Will you be sad when I leave? What should I do? I'm afraid to see your sad expression, so I don't have the courage to say goodbye in front of you.
When he came to this place two years ago, whenever he stood under the cherry tree, he always stood behind him and looked at him quietly.
And his heart began to be held tightly by him from that moment. He had been waiting for him to come forward to talk to him. Every time his expectations became disappointed, he finally opened his mouth and he took their first step.
Putting down the remote control in his hand, Mu Yinhan walked into one of the bedrooms.
Surrounded by a small space, there is a single bed, ** bedding folded neatly, a desk by the window, a bookshelf on the desk, and books arranged in order.
Mu Yinhan approached the desk, sat on the chair, looked sideways, and could see everything outside the window. He opened the drawer, and the things inside were well organized and not messy at all.
In front of him was a delicate box. He opened it curiously, and a cherry-shaped ear diamond lay quietly in it.
A smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he kept it well.
Take out the pen in the pen holder and the paper in the drawer, pause, write it, put it in the box, and then put the box in place. He hoped that he would not blame him in the future. He had too much helplessness.
"Chan, it's time to eat," Xia Luolin shouted in the living room. It was not easy for him to cook a meal when he was only ten years old. He finally understood this, and for him who cooked for the first time, it was even more difficult to make it.
It's very simple two dishes and one soup. Of course, it's all vegetarian dishes. It's still a little difficult to make meat dishes. Not to mention the color, aroma and taste, at least there won't be any strange taste.
He put away the lonely expression on his face and walked to the dining table.
"Xiaolin, you are really awesome," Mu Yinhan looked at the food on the table and put it in his mouth. Although it was not so delicious, it was more delicious than any food in his heart.
"Really?" He was embarrassed, blushed and hot.
"Really, I really hope I can taste the food made by Xiaolin every day." Mu Yinhan stressed.
"Ha," he scratched his head shyly.
"I like to eat the food cooked by Xiaolin very much." Mu Yinhan chewed slowly with a faint sadness. He wanted to remember the taste of this meal forever.
"Well," if I can, I would also like to cook for you every day. Xia Luolin said silently in his heart that he didn't want to see him again. He really didn't want to.
This meal was very warm. Although the dishes were not rich and the taste was not the best, they still finished all the food on the table.
Xia Luolin was ready to clean up the mess left on the table, but Mu Yinhan took the lead.
"You cook and I wash the dishes," Mu Yinhan said with a smile.
This made him scratch his head even more embarrassed.
"Xiaolin, can we be together when we grow up? Xiaolin cooks, I wash the dishes, and we do what ordinary couples do, like ordinary couples, okay?" He lowered his head and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table. He couldn't see the expression of what he said or what he said. Years later, he understood, is it too late?
"Well, okay," he knew that they were of the same sex, but he didn't know that it was not easy to be together, and he didn't think much about it. He knew that he should answer like this. If he knew, would he not agree so readily? The answer is no.
"I really want to be like this. Time is fixed. Maybe I will spend more time with Xiaolin like this."
He doesn't understand why he would say such a thing, because he doesn't understand that he said this with a desperate expression. Have you already expected that we can't be together?
He doesn't understand why he said that. Can't they not be together?
"Xiaolin's coat is so warm. Can you keep lending it to me?" Mu Yinhan's coat tightly wrapped around his body was so warm.
"Well," he found that he had never understood what he said, like something in his body was slowly losing.
When night fell, he lay **, thinking about what happened today. It turned out that the time with him passed so fast and was so beautiful.
Cold, good night. He said silently in his heart, even if he couldn't hear it.
Maybe it's his happiest time on this day, and he really wants to be with him forever.
Before the sun emerged from behind the mountain, Xia Luolin had already got up early and happily prepared breakfast in the kitchen.
He walked happily on the road, humming cheerful songs, and the birds chirped as if to accompany him. The sun emerged from the back mountain, as if it were lighting a light for him.
He made an appointment with him. Every evening, they made an appointment, and it was the same today. He arrived early in front of the cherry tree.
The cherry blossoms withered, and he stared at the withered cherry trees. How could he happily forget that he told him that the flowering period of cherry blossoms was only 16 days, how could he forget?
Is today the sixteenth day or the seventeenth day?
What about him? Will he still come? He won't disappear. He said he would be with him and always be together.
He just stood under the cherry tree and waited foolishly.
As time passed, the sun gradually went down, and the moon came out. He still stood still under the cherry tree and did not move.
He will come, he firmly believes.
He was afraid that as soon as he left, he would not see him when he came.
He has been standing here and waiting, but the person he is looking forward to has never appeared, and he has been waiting for him.
He waited under the cherry tree for a whole day and night. He fainted under the cherry tree and was sent to the hospital by passers-by.
After Shen Qingqing, who was in class, learned about this, rushed to the hospital anxiously.
Shen Qingqing looked at the scary Xia Luolin lying on his sick**, reached out and touched his forehead with pity, and her heart was full of self-reproach. How could she work at ease because her son was sensible and well-behaved? How can she ignore that he is only ten years old?
It turned out that he was ten years old. Time flies. She missed the decade when his son needed his mother most.
Tears flowed out uncontrollably, and she cried in a helpless whisper.
The doctor told her that she was in a coma only because of her lack of physical strength. Even so, she was still worried that she was left with him. Without him, she had no reason to live.
"Xiaolin, good boy, when you recover, your mother will always be by your side and won't go anywhere. Take good care of Xiaolin," Shen Qingqing said softly by the bedside, as if she was telling herself.
Shen Qingqing quit her school job and tried her best to take care of her son in the hospital.
He slept for a whole day and stayed in the hospital for another week before being discharged, and everything outside was changing.
After he woke up, he began to have a high fever and never retreated, which scared Shen Qingqing and did not have a good rest for a week.
"Mom, I'm sorry to worry you," he lowered his head guiltily.
"What nonsense? You are my son. I don't worry about you. Who are you worried about?" Shen Qingqing looked at her son with a smile.
"It's my mother who should say I'm sorry. My mother has not done her duty. Forgive me, okay?" The mother and son sat on the sofa in the room, and Shen Qingqing touched Xia Luolin's head with pity. Can you give it to your mother again?"
"Mom," he hugged Shen Qingqing and kept tears flowing into his eyes. He was just a ten-year-old child. Perhaps all he could express his mood was tears, happy tears, and sweet tears.
He still has his family. How can he ignore his family?
He came to the place they agreed to, but it is no longer what it used to be. There are many materials for building houses here, and it has begun to be completed. This place has become a construction site. I heard from adults that a large shopping mall is needed to be built.
The cherry tree was also uprooted and discarded aside. Xia Luolin saw the completely dry cherry tree, which he hadn't come for a week.
He stood in front of the dried cherry tree and cried. He promised him to protect the cherry tree. He made a mistake. He didn't do it. He would never see him again.
There is no place for him and his memories. He will never see him looking up at the cherry tree, and he will never see him like an angel again.
And he really did it and disappeared without leaving a trace.
How can you disappear so cruelly? What's the agreed agreement? Even if you leave, why don't you even say a goodbye and leave so decisively?
He cried heartbreakingly. The workers at the construction site looked curiously at the child in front of them. What could make him cry heartbroken?