Chapter 33： Whats the use of late affection (1/2)

Thirty days after Xu Chengyan's death, He Yang finally went to the cemetery.

The car was parked outside the cemetery, He Yang looked out the window and did not get out of the car.

The cemetery was deserted, full of cold tombstones.

Xu Chengyan's ashes were inside, buried in the ground.

He Yang habitually touched the wooden sign in his pocket and asked slowly, ”Is today April Fool's Day?”

Uncle Zhou was sitting in the front row. Although he didn't know why Young Master He asked this all of a sudden, he still replied, ”No, it's been a month since April Fool's Day.”

The car became quiet, and after a while, He Yang said, ”Go back first.”

Uncle Zhou was a little surprised and asked, ”Young Master He, can't you go down and have a look?”

Uncle Zhou already knew about Mr. Xu's death, and Mr. Xu's tombstone is here.

”No.” He Yang closed his eyes and leaned on the pillow, ”Go to the bar.”

Uncle Zhou had to drive He Yang to the bar.

When He Yang came to the bar box, it was lively and lively inside.

The lighting in the box was a little dim, there were young men and women flirting with each other in the corner, and the game table was crowded with people.

”He Shao!”

”Young Master He is here too!”

”Everyone is ready! It's just right!”

Shen Xiuzhu was also in the box, sitting on the sofa.

The person sitting next to Shen Xiuzhu consciously gave up his seat and let He Yang sit over.

He Yang went over and sat in the vacant seat.

Someone at the game table shouted, ”Young Master He, come to play?”

”Stop playing.” He Yang squinted casually.

Someone next to him opened a new bottle of red wine, poured a glass and handed it to He Yang.

He Yang held the wine glass and quietly listened to the lively sounds around him.

There was still some noise in the box, but He Yang could always hear the vibrating sound of the phone, as if a call was coming in.

But when He Yang took out his phone, the homepage of the screen was clean and there were no missed calls. It seemed that everything was just his hallucinations.

He Yang simply put the phone on the table and ignored it.

The liveliness in the box continued until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Chi Yi got off the game table and said to He Yang, ”How did Young Master He plan the night? Do you want to stay overnight?”

He Yang didn't answer, just lowered his head slightly and looked at the wine glass in his hand, as if he didn't hear it.

At this moment, someone came to He Yang and placed it on the man's shoulder and patted it lightly.

He Yang looked up, and in the dim light, he vaguely saw a figure in front of him.

The figure was somewhat familiar, wearing a gray coat and thin-rimmed glasses.

He Yang: ”Yanyan?”

The man was stunned, frowned slightly, and shouted, ”He Yang.”

When He Yang heard the voice, it was clear that the person in front of him was Shen Xiuzhu.

He Yang closed his eyes and rubbed his brows, and because he was drunk, his mind was still a little confused.

Chi Yi came over and asked, ”Does He Shao go back at night or stay here for the night?”

”Go back.” He Yang took the phone and glanced at the time, and said habitually, ”Is Yanyan here? Let him pick me up.”

As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of silence around them.

After several seconds, a boy said, ”Young Master He, Yanyan is dead.”

But He Yang continued to ask, as if he hadn't heard it, ”Why hasn't Yanyan come yet?”

In the box, no one spoke for a while.

And He Yang closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa, as if he fell asleep again.

In the end, someone called Jiang Lin and asked Jiang Lin to come over.

Jiang Lin had to get up from the bed in the middle of the night and pick up He Yang at the bar.

Jiang Lin smelled the smell of alcohol on He Yang's body, and with a cold face, he helped He Yang to the passenger seat.

Jiang Lin went around to the other side and sat in the driver's seat, bowed his head and fastened his seat belt, and said coldly, ”He Yang, I'm not your driver.”

”Don't call me over when you're drunk, and please don't call your sister-in-law.” Jiang Lin leaned over to help He Yang fasten his seat belt again, frowning and said, ”He wants to be a nanny to cook for you during the day, and a driver to the bar at night. Pick him up, what do you take him for?”

The man leaning against the car window slowly opened his eyes and said unhurriedly, ”Don't mention him.”

”What?” Jiang Lin sneered, ”You are only allowed to mention his name when you are drunk, and no one else is allowed to mention it? Then I want to mention it.”

He Yang didn't say anything, just looked at the passers-by outside the window.

Soon, the car stopped at an intersection, waiting for the traffic lights.

There was a convenience store on the side of the road. He Yang looked at the door of the store and suddenly noticed that a tall, thin young man came out from inside, holding a mobile phone and lowering his hair.

In an instant, the young man and the figure in his memory gradually overlapped.

It was just that when the young man raised his head, the facial features on his face were very unfamiliar, he was just an ordinary passerby.

He Yang retracted his gaze and closed his eyes to rest.

Jiang Lin drove He Yang back to the apartment, ”Here it is.”

He Yang opened his eyes and suddenly asked, ”Is today April Fool's Day?”

”No.” Jiang Lin said with a cold face, ”It's been a month since he died, what's the use of him only now that you think about it?”

He Yang didn't say anything, just got off the car and went back to the apartment alone.

After turning on the light, He Yang came to the balcony and sat on the lounge chair among the potted plants as before, holding a wooden sign in his hand.

The handwriting on the wooden sign has faded slightly, it seems that the color of the handwriting is not as dark as before because it has been touched too many times.

The furnishings in the apartment are exactly the same as before, and they still retain the breath of another person's life.

But Xu Chengyan was already dead.

He died so cleanly that he didn't even leave a photo for five years, only a box of ashes remained.

But sometimes, He Yang felt that Xu Chengyan was not dead at all—

There are traces left by Xu Chengyan everywhere.

everywhere.

With one person missing, life goes on as usual.

He Yang is still the same as before, going to the company during the day, and occasionally going to the bar at night to gather with Chi Yi and the others, as if nothing happened.

On Chi Yi's birthday, he booked a private club.

He Yang also went to the party and sat in the middle of the sofa, surrounded by the crowd.

It was clear that Chi Yi was the host of the party, but the center of the party was still He Yang.

Chi Yi didn't mind, so he filled He Yang with wine.

At the wine table, a group of rich second-generation chatted randomly, from the recently adopted little model to the little star who took the initiative to climb the bed in the entertainment circle.

He Yang did not participate in the topic, squinted and leaned on the sofa pillow, and listened to the discussion casually, it was none of his business.

Until the private room door opened, someone came in from outside.

He Yang casually glanced at it and was stunned for a while.

At the door of the private room, the black-haired young man walked in cautiously, a little restrained.

The young man has a pair of peach blossom eyes, a small tear mole under his right eye, and wears a clean white shirt and black pants.

The light in the room was rather dim. At first glance, the young man and Xu Chengyan were five or six similar, but the young man's facial features were more tender and his age was slightly younger.

Others on the sofa also noticed the young man and looked at He Yang subconsciously.

And Chi Yi said with a smile, ”Young Master He, do you think his face looks like Yanyan?”

He Yang didn't make a sound, just stared at the young man closely, the hand holding the wine glass intensified unknowingly.

The young man didn't seem to be used to being watched by so many people, so he lowered his head nervously, but he still walked towards the sofa step by step.

Chi Yi shook his glass and said proudly, ”I found this boy after a long search!”

The young man had also come to He Yang, kneeling on the carpet obediently, his head bowed.

Chi Yi urged: ”Look up and let Young Master He have a look!”

The young man raised his head, looked at the man in front of him, and said cautiously, ”He... Mr. He...”

The young man's voice was very soft, similar to Xu Chengyan's tone.

He Yang did not move and continued to look at the person in front of him.

Chi Yi half-laid on the sofa lazily and said, ”He can also play the piano a little bit, and he looks like a banquet. I fell in love with him right away!”

The young man kneeling on the ground also slowly stretched out his hand and put his fingertips on the man's belt.

It's just that the young man's wrist was tightly grasped before he could untie the belt.

”Don't touch me.” The man's tone was cold, and he quickly let go.

The young man was stunned, but he retracted his hand and continued to kneel at the man's feet.

He Yang took a few tissues from the table and slowly wiped the place where he touched the young man.

When Chi Yi saw it, he thought it was He Yang's obsession with cleanliness, so he quickly said, ”It's still a place, clean, no one has touched it in the back, and Young Master He just plays casually.”

Chi Yi took a sip of wine, and seemed to be a little drunk again, and a little more courageous.

”Speaking of which, it's Yanyan's face.” Chi Yi shook the glass and said with a half-smile, ”I just don't know what Yanyan looks like on the bed, it must be ecstasy.”

”If Yanyan hadn't died, and when Young Master He got tired of playing, I would also like to try—”

But before Chi Yi finished his words, he suddenly saw a dark figure rushing towards him.

Immediately afterwards, I felt my body being pressed heavily on the table, my head hit a hard object, and there was a buzzing sound in my mind.