Male God's Freestyle Flirting Chapter 86

Seeing that Tang Zhihai hung up the phone, Tang Xia asked in surprise, "Didn't brother say about the car last night? Why haven't you come back yet?"

Tang Zhihai turned around to pack up the things he was about to take to the cemetery, and replied after hearing the words: "Your brother can't come back this time."

"Ah?" Tang Xia was taken aback, "Why?"

"It is said that his roommate got acute gastroenteritis last night, and he missed the train when he helped someone to the hospital. Then I checked the train ticket this morning, and it will be tomorrow afternoon at the earliest."

Tang Xia's heart was empty.

Every year on Ching Ming Festival, the three of them would go to visit their mother's grave together. This year, she felt very uncomfortable without her brother.

"It's okay," Tang Zhihai saw Tang Xia's loss, and patted his daughter's shoulder to comfort him, "There is a reason for this, let's go, father and daughter."

About ten minutes later, Tang Zhihai drove Tang Xia to Chang'an Cemetery, which is 5 kilometers away from the city center.

Chang'an Cemetery covers an area of ​​more than 400 mu, facing south to north, with Zuibai Terrace in the east and Qingshui Lake in the west, with beautiful and tranquil scenery. Legal cemetery for burial of human ashes and bone remains.

The tombs in the park are made of pure granite, marble, and bluestone, and the price is higher than other cemeteries. In particular, the Chang'an Cemetery is based on the slogan of "garden-style cemetery", and many Feng Shui researchers say that Feng Shui is excellent, so it is very popular among Haicheng residents.

Tang Zhihai bought a bouquet of white tulips from the flower shop at the entrance of the community, and carefully placed them in the back seat of the car.

Wang Yan's favorite flower during her lifetime was tulips, but when they first fell in love, sending flowers was not popular. To put it bluntly, in fact, because of poor economic ability, most people are reluctant to buy flowers.

Tang Zhihai did not send flowers to Wang Yan a few times back then, and there were very few gifts. Now that the conditions are better, there is no chance again.

This happens many, many times in a person's life. What you want to do, you will have to give up temporarily because you don't have time or money. But in the future, when time and money are available, the former enthusiasm has long since faded.

That's why, many people say, take a trip and talk about a mighty love.

Life is so short, if you don't go crazy, you will grow old.

Tang Xia leaned against the car window, listening to the classic song "You at the Same Table" playing on the radio.

Today's weather is not good. In response to the phrase "there are many rains during the Qingming Festival", the sky is gloomy, as if wrapped in a drizzle that is about to fall. The traffic on the road was surging and blocked, and the horns of various cars were still in my ears.

In the early morning of Qingming Festival, such an atmosphere is uncomfortable.

Finally, the turtle quickly moved to the cemetery. It was almost noon. Tang Zhihai personally hugged the white tulip, held the paper bag in one hand, and pulled Tang Xia in the other. The two walked into the Chang'an cemetery.

There were already grave-sweepers in the cemetery, but it was extremely quiet. Everyone was silent, only focusing on that tombstone, the slightly vicissitudes on the tombstone, and the old man who still smiled in the photo.

Tang Zhihai walked very slowly, and so did Tang Xia. Although this road is taken several times a year, the mood is different each time.

Wang Yan's tomb is in front of the garden, and the two of them arrived in a short while.

The woman in the photo is very young, Yuan Shanmei and Jianshui Tong are very beautiful, and their appearance will always stay in that period of time.

Tang Zhihai put the tulips aside, squatted down and arranged the petals carefully.

Tang Xia took out a large bottle of mineral water from the paper bag, unscrewed it, poured it on her hands, and slowly wiped her mother's tombstone.

Neither father nor daughter spoke, feeling heavy.

And on the other side—

Tang Xuan and Qiu Shuhan walked side by side on the campus.

Yun Chen has to be hospitalized for two days, and Tang Xuan has to go back to the dormitory to help him get a change of clothes and the iPad that he never forgets.

The kid said that the game has not been logged in today, and the level will drop.

Tang Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and even Qiu Shuhan, who had never changed his expression, was so annoyed that he punched him.

Because of the holiday, most of the students in the building have gone home, so the dormitory manager is very relieved to doze off on the table. Tang Xuan glanced at it, turned around and whispered to Qiu Shuhan, "Wait for me for a while, I'll be down right away."

"I'll go up with you." Qiu Shuhan replied immediately.

"Huh?" Tang Xuan frowned, "This is the men's bedroom."

"It's not that I haven't been to your dormitory." Qiu Shuhan curled the corner of his lower lip, smiling lightly, "Besides, I should know better than you how thick clothes should be worn in this season. How Yun Chen's clothes are packed , I should also know better than you."

Tang Xuan was stunned, speechless.

Aunt Suguan didn't wake up, so he took Qiu Shuhan upstairs.

There was an unpleasant smell in the dormitory, Tang Xuan speculated that it was the smell left by Yunchen's diarrhea yesterday.

Qiu Shuhan looked around the whole dormitory, no surprises, it was still as messy as he remembered.

Except... Tang Xuan's bed.

He seems to be quite clean, the table is well organized, with books on one shelf and sundries on another. Even the wires of the socket are coiled in a beautiful circle, hidden behind the desk lamp, which looks clean and tidy at a glance.

In the trash can under the table, the new trash bag is covered, but it is empty.

The shoebox next to the closet was piled up in a pile, and only a pair of worn sneakers were placed outside. The shoelaces were all put in the shoes, which looked comfortable.

Qiu Shuhan raised his head and noticed that Tang Xuan's bed was the only one with a quilt folded, which was square and square, which added to his good impression.

"You can straighten the clothes of the youngest." Tang Xuan reminded without any trace, probably sensing Qiu Shuhan looking back and forth.

Qiu Shuhan came back to his senses, and naturally opened Yun Chen's wardrobe opposite.

A roommate's girlfriend came into the dormitory, and she was alone in the room with herself. No matter what, Tang Xuan felt a little embarrassed. He simply left the space to Qiu Shuhan, and went to the balcony outside to smoke by himself.

He would smoke, but not very often, just to relieve boredom.

After Qiu Shuhan finished taking the clothes, he looked up and saw the boy leaning on the edge of the balcony with one hand and a cigarette between his fingers, puffing.

Half of his profile was hidden in the smoke ring he exhaled, and it looked hazy at first glance.

She collected herself and tapped lightly on the French window on the balcony.

Tang Xuan turned around.

Qiu Shuhan made a "leave" gesture. Just as he was about to stub out the cigarette **** and enter the dormitory, she waved her hand again, signaling silently—I'll just go down by myself.

Tang Xuan probably didn't sleep all night last night, her eyes were bloodshot and she looked extremely tired.

He nodded as a farewell.

After half of the cigarette was burned, Tang Xuan saw Qiu Shuhan on the balcony. She just came out of the dormitory, carrying a bag of clothes, with a slender back.

Not knowing if he could feel his gaze, Qiu Shuhan suddenly stopped, and slowly turned his head around.

After a distance, Tang Xuan met her eyes.

The girl raised her hand and waved, and slowly burst into a shallow smile.

Caught off guard.

Tang Xuan's inexplicable emotion was shaken, and her heart skipped a beat.

I have never seen Qiu Shuhan smile like this before. Her smile has always been limited to politeness. But today, the smile she raised her head just now, although shallow, has something indescribably different from before.

Tang Xuan frowned. She was going to enter the house, but after a moment of hesitation, she still took out a second cigarette from her pocket and continued to smoke.

Just then the phone rang.

Chapter end