Chapter 31： insomnia (1/2)
On the seventh day of Xu Chengyan's death, Jiang Lin sent He Yang the address of the cemetery.
When He Yang received the news, he did not reply, nor did he go to the cemetery, but to Chi Yi's villa.
Chi Yi called for some models to come over, and the young men and women gathered together, and the excitement continued.
As soon as He Yang entered the villa, he was surrounded by others.
”Young Master He is finally here!”
”I've been waiting for a long time! It's time for Mr. He!”
A group of young people gathered around and chatted with He Yang.
However, the expression on He Yang's face was a little cold. He walked through the crowd and didn't care much about the people around him.
When he came to the second floor, He Yang was leaning against the railing alone with a wine glass, watching the excitement in the hall on the first floor.
A few people came down the stairs with laughter, saw He Yang on the second floor, and greeted, ”Young Master He is here too! Would you like to go up and play? Chi Yi made a gaming table!”
He Yang just said lightly, ”I won't go.”
Those few people came over, and one of them looked around curiously and asked, ”Where's the banquet?”
”Yes, I didn't see Yanyan.”
”Didn't He Shao bring the banquet out?”
He Yang looked down at the wine glass in his hand and remained silent, as if he didn't intend to speak.
It just so happened that Chi Yi also went downstairs. Hearing what he just said, he replied, ”Yanyan is dead.”
”Ah? How did you die?” The man was surprised.
”Died in a car accident.” Chi Yi waved his hand, ”Don't mention dead people, bad luck.”
”Okay, let's not talk.” The man looked at He Yang again and couldn't help but said, ”He Shaozhen doesn't go upstairs to play? Xiuzhu is also upstairs.”
He Yang casually drank the red wine, and after a while, he said, ”Is he too?”
”Yes, Xiuzhu will be here in the afternoon.”
He Yang turned around and went upstairs.
Shen Xiuzhu was in the gambling room, sitting on the sofa holding a milk cup, covered with a blanket, and sitting quietly, like a little boy who was not familiar with the world.
It was very lively over the gaming table, He Yang didn't go there, he came to the sofa and sat beside Shen Xiuzhu.
Shen Xiuzhu saw He Yang coming, looked at the man beside him, and said slowly, ”I heard Chi Yi talk about Xu Chengyan's car accident.”
”My condolences.” Shen Xiuzhu reached out and put his palm on the back of the man's right hand, ”Aunt Ruan—”
Before Shen Xiuzhu could finish speaking, He Yang interrupted: ”Don't mention it.”
He Yang got up a little, put the cup on the table, and took out his hand.
At the gaming table not far away, someone was watching He Yang secretly.
”Is Young Master He okay? Yanyan is dead...” a boy asked.
”What's the matter.” The other person said lightly, ”When his mother died, Young Master He was like nothing, but now a little lover has died, what can happen.”
”Indeed, just a little lover.” The man nodded.
Even when his relatives died, Young Master He didn't care, let alone Xu Chengyan.
Just a little lover.
G.
It was very lively over there at the gaming table, and then He Yang also came over to the gaming table.
However, He Yang didn't play for a long time. After playing for a few rounds, he didn't play anymore, and rested on the sofa.
On the small table beside He Yang, several wine glasses were already empty.
He Yang stayed on the sofa with half-open eyes and a lazy expression.
The people at the gaming table changed round after round, and when Chi Yi got to the gaming table, he asked, ”Young Master He, do you want to play again?”
He Yang didn't say anything, as if he was a little drunk.
Chi Yi leaned over a little and shouted again, ”Young Master He?”
He Yang raised his head after realizing it, looked at the door habitually, and said, ”Is Yanyan here?”
Chi Yi subconsciously said: ”What banquet? Isn't he dead?”
After hearing the word ”death”, He Yang regained his clarity and said lightly, ”I forgot.”
He Yang took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the driver.
When Uncle Zhou came to pick up He Yang, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.
He Yang got into the car and sat alone in the back seat, rubbing his brows tiredly.
Uncle Zhou in the front row saw it and handed over a blanket.
He Yang took the blanket and asked casually, ”Where did you get the blanket?”
Uncle Zhou explained: ”Mr. Xu bought it and let me put it in the car.”
He Yang stopped making a sound, just held the blanket in his hand and threw the blanket in the corner of the seat.
He Yang leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and took a nap.
After the car stopped, He Yang woke up, got out of the car and went back to the apartment.
The nanny aunt was also in the apartment. When she took the coat from He Yang, she smelled the heavy smell of alcohol on the man.
The aunt asked, ”Mr. He, would you like some soup?”
He Yang just said, ”Get something to eat.”
The aunt asked, ”Then I'll give you a bowl of wontons?”
Auntie hung her coat on the coat rack in the living room, walked towards the kitchen, and said, ”Mr. Xu packed a lot of wontons in the refrigerator last time, I'll give you—”
”No wontons.” He Yang interrupted coldly.
Auntie was stunned for a moment, then nodded and responded: ”Okay.”
Auntie came to the kitchen and put down a bowl of noodles.
However, He Yang didn't eat much. After taking a few bites, he put down his chopsticks and went back to his room.
The bedroom was still furnished for two people, and Xu Chengyan's things had not been cleaned up.
There are two pillows on the bed, two water glasses on the table, double clothes in the closet, and double toothbrushes and towels in the bathroom…
Everything, all for two.
He Yang came to the terrace and looked at the river view.
Outside, the lights are bright.
He Yang sat alone on the terrace for a long time without any sleepiness.
Until there were fewer and fewer vehicles on the road, and the lights in the apartment building across from Jiangjing went out one by one, He Yang was still sitting.
Outside the bedroom, the nanny aunt has already cleaned up the dining room kitchen.
Just when the aunt was about to go back to the nanny's room to rest, she noticed that the lights were still on in the corridor, so she walked over to turn off the lights.
The master bedroom was on the right side of the corridor, and the door was half-open, and the aunt looked into the master bedroom subconsciously.
The room was a little dim, except for a small warm yellow lamp beside the bed, and a figure could be seen sitting on the terrace.
On the terrace outside, half of the man's body was shrouded in shadows, looking outside, wondering what he was thinking.
In the gloom, the stars on the man's fingertips flickered—
The cigarette **** fell to the ground.
The next morning, when my aunt woke up, she saw He Yang came out of the room.
The aunt went over to clean the room and clean the cigarette butts on the terrace.
After finishing the bedroom, Auntie came to the living room and saw He Yang on the balcony.
The balcony was also filled with potted plants, and the man was sitting on a chaise longue, almost surrounded by potted plants.
My aunt watered the potted plants in the past, squatted down and looked at the state of the potted plants, and found that the state of the potted plants did not seem to be as good as last week, so she reminded aloud: ”Mr. He, the potted plants seem to be running out of water, is it Mr. Xu recently? Forgot to take care of it?”
The potted plants in the apartment have always been taken care of by Xu Chengyan himself, and the aunt rarely touches them, but only comes to water them once on weekends.
”Yeah.” He Yang's response was flat.
After the aunt watered and left, He Yang looked down at the potted plants on the ground.
There are green leaves all over the ground, but the edges of these leaves are slightly shriveled and not as full as before.
He Yang retracted his gaze, ignored the potted plants, and continued to sit quietly.