Chapter 99

At Runcheng Airport, the plane slowly landed on the tarmac.

The weather was fine, the flight arrived at the destination on time, and after a few sparse crowds, two good-looking young people stepped down from the gangway.

Tang Junhe carefully held Tang Xiaonian’s urn, Yang Xuan walked beside him, and behind him were two seven or eight-year-old children chasing after each other, and the parents who were walking behind hurriedly followed, Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to embrace Tang Junhe, and led him in his direction to prevent him from being hit by people behind him.

The airport has been renovated in recent years and is much more modern than it was ten years ago. They took their luggage and walked out from the airport exit. Chen Xing was waiting outside, seeing them coming out, he greeted them with a smile.

Yang Xuan called “Uncle Chen” first, and Tang Junhe followed suit.

Chen Xing looked a little older, and when he smiled, there would be obvious lines at the corners of his eyes. After watching Yang Xuan, he looked at Tang Junhe: “I recognized you two from a long distance. You have grown taller, but your appearance hasn’t changed much.” As he said, he took two quick steps and raised his hand to open the trunk of the car, then turned around and bent down to help Yang Xuan carry the luggage, “I have seen Jun He several times in the past few years, and Xiao Xuan has not seen him for many years. Is it a year?”

“It’s been more than ten years, let me do it.” Yang Xuan neatly retracted the lever, lifted the box with one hand, and put it in the trunk of the car.

“I’ve been able to train in the army for the past few years.” Chen Xing didn’t catch up, and stood beside him with a smile.

“I still have some strength.” Yang Xuan also smiled, and stepped forward to help Tang Junhe open one side of the car door. Tang Junhe held the urn, couldn’t move his hands, and sat down carefully. Yang Xuan closed the car door and sat in from the other side.

Chen Xing called Tang Junhe two days ago and asked about Tang Xiaonian’s physical condition. After learning that Tang Xiaonian had passed away, he insisted on coming to the airport to pick them up.

Chen Xing is a person who knows how to repay his kindness. Yang Chengchuan was kind to him back then, and what he gave at random might be just small favors, but he kept them in his heart, and would send some things to Tang Xiaonian during festivals.

Chen Xing is very popular and quick to do things. He stopped working as a driver a few years ago and found an administrative position in the government. Now he can be regarded as an official position.

“I went around the cemetery yesterday and selected a few places. I’ll take you to see it tomorrow.” Chen Xing looked at Tang Junhe from the rearview mirror. His eyes were red, and he could see that he had cried. “Jun He, don’t be too sad. Birth, old age, sickness and death are already predetermined. Your mother was most worried about you not being able to take care of yourself when she was alive. You should be fine.”

“I know.” Tang Junhe nodded.

The urn was placed on his lap, with one hand tightly hugged, Yang Xuan reached out to hold his other hand, Tang Junhe didn’t move, and he held it.

“Runcheng has changed a lot, right?” Chen Xing said while driving the car, “House prices have skyrocketed in the past few years. In the past, it was only in the city, but now it’s also rising in the suburbs. The environment is good, and people from other places come to buy houses. You two back then This is the way to go to school, remember? I remember when Jun He was like a child, he always went to hold Xiao Xuan’s hand.”

After he finished speaking, Tang Junhe felt that Yang Xuan’s hand holding him tightened a little, and his fingers hurt a little from being bound, but he didn’t take it back.

Maybe it’s because we haven’t seen each other for many years, and now that we’re getting older, Chen Xing talked a lot more than before, talking all the way. Sending them downstairs, Chen Xing did not forget to tell them: “It’s hard to come back, stay a few more days, remember to have a meal at my place before you leave, your aunt misses you too.”

“Definitely.” Yang Xuan agreed.

Standing in front of the corridor, it seems like a world away. The brand-new community ten years ago is also old. The green belt in front of the community is more lush than before. In the late spring of May, the old trees sprout new buds and are full of green.

Taking the elevator upstairs, Tang Junhe held the urn with both hands, looked down at his left pocket: “The key is in the pocket.”

Yang Xuan reached into his pocket and took out the key, inserted it into the keyhole and turned it twice, the lock was unlocked, he opened the door to let Tang Junhe go in first, followed by himself, and closed the door with his backhand.

The room was full of sunlight, and Tang Xiaonian had been living here for ten years. She was a person who couldn’t take time off, and always kept the house in order. Now that no one has lived in it for several months, the house has already been covered with a thin layer of dust.

Tang Junhe put the urn in Tang Xiaonian’s room, and when he came out, Yang Xuan had already opened his room and walked in. Tang Junhe was a little afraid to approach that house. He hadn’t stepped into it once in ten years. It was like a Pandora’s box, attractive and frightening. He stood at the door waiting for Yang Xuan.

“I’ve hung up the quilt, and I’ll ask someone to come and clean it in the afternoon.” Yang Xuan walked towards him, held his hand naturally, looked down at him and said, “After dinner, go to the police station to go through the formalities. Not enough, let’s go to the cemetery tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” Tang Junhe said. Yang Xuan always arranges things properly, as long as he stays by his side, there is nothing to think about. He thought that he was very dependent on Yang Xuan in the past, and he never realized it at that time, but now that he thinks about it, it is almost to a morbid state.

In the afternoon, I went to various government departments to complete the formalities, and it was almost eight o’clock when I returned home after dinner. The hired cleaner has already cleaned the house, and the quilt has been dried all afternoon. Tang Junhe’s heart beat faster after seeing that Yang Xuan only hung a quilt to dry.

“Where do you want to sleep at night?” Yang Xuan asked him while folding the quilt away.

Tang Junhe hesitated for a moment and said: “Go to my room.” You can’t sleep in Yang Xuan’s room, everything that happened here is too ambiguous, he thought for a while and then said, “I’m still sick and will infect you. ”

“Then it’s contagious,” Yang Xuan smiled lightly, picked up the folded quilt, turned to look at him and said, “I still have two months of sick leave, that’s enough.”

Tang Junhe followed him out with his head down, and entered his room.

“You go take a shower first.” Yang Xuan said as he made the bed. Tang Junhe squatted down next to the suitcase, found a change of clothes and took them to the bathroom.

He also had a low-grade fever and felt dizzy. After taking a bath, I found some medicine for myself, and then I lay down on the bed early. People with insomnia are always like this, every day before going to bed, they hold the idea of ​​getting a good night’s sleep today, and Tang Junhe is no exception.

But I didn’t expect that I still couldn’t fall asleep. For a while, I thought of Tang Xiaonian holding Yang Xuan’s hand and begging him to take good care of myself before leaving. Then I thought of the phrase “start over” that Yang Xuan said. He closed his eyes and forced himself to empty his mind. .

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, followed by very light footsteps. Although he deliberately lightened it, Tang Junhe could still hear the footsteps getting closer, and then the lights in the room went out, and his body covered with water vapor As he approached, a familiar sense of oppression enveloped him.

Tang Junhe’s heart was beating very fast, and he was almost worried that the too strong heartbeat would betray him in pretending to be asleep. At the same time, his overly sensitive senses could tell that Yang Xuan had just taken a cold shower. The temperature difference between day and night in Runcheng was huge in May, and the temperature at night was a little cold. Tang Junhe had a low fever and was a little chilly. When Yang Xuan approached, he almost wanted to shiver.

Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to put away the quilt for Tang Junhe, covered him more tightly, and then slept outside the quilt by himself, with a layer of quilt separated, he put his hand on Tang Junhe’s hand, and held him gently.

In the darkness, Tang Junhe’s eyelashes moved, and he opened his eyes. After a while, he called out softly: “Brother…”

Yang Xuan didn’t fall asleep either, so he quickly responded, “Huh?”

Tang Junhe didn’t speak, Yang Xuan asked again: “Have you fallen asleep yet?”

Tang Junhe still didn’t answer, he opened his eyes and stared at the darkness for a moment, then said, “If you want to do it…”

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Xuan: “If you just want to cooperate with me, then it’s best not to.”