Chapter 35： Everyday is April Fools (1/2)
The doctor asked, ”How important is it?”
”It's very important.” He Yang lowered his eyes, ”I like it very much.”
Doctor: ”Then does he like you?”
He Yang held the ring and said nothing.
He knew that Xu Chengyan liked him.
So on the phone at the time, he said not to come back.
Because he knew that no matter what, Xu Chengyan would come back in the end.
And he did wait until Xu Chengyan came back—
But what he was waiting for was a corpse.
Too late.
Everything is too late.
He Yang put the ring back in the box, then got up and left the psychological clinic.
After returning to the apartment, He Yang turned on the light and habitually came to the balcony.
The balcony is still full of potted plants, and the flowerpots are still the same as before, but the plants in the flowerpots have been changed.
It turned out that the flowers planted in the pots had long since died due to long-term lack of water, so they had to be replaced with new ones.
He can't take care of potted plants, and the nanny aunt only comes here once a week.
After a long time, the newly planted flowers in potted plants are still short of water, and they cannot be raised for too long each time.
You can only clean the pot again and again and replace it with a new one.
He Yang closed his eyes and half leaned on the reclining chair, holding the wooden sign in his hand and stroking.
When he was half asleep, He Yang heard a familiar male voice behind him—
”gentlemen.”
He Yang slowly opened his eyes and did not look back.
He knew there was no one in the apartment.
hallucinations again.
He Yang opened his eyes and looked out of the window in a trance.
Time passed very slowly.
Slow down to every day, every minute, every second... it's been a torment.
Time passed quickly again.
It was almost until he could not even remember what Xu Chengyan looked like, and even the memories of the two of them getting along became more and more blurred.
The last memory left in his mind was his long wait in this apartment alone.
It was as if every time he turned his head, he could see the young man still behind him.
But he can't wait for anything, and miracles won't happen.
Every day is April Fool's Day.
Outside, the seasons change.
The leaves on the tree turned from green to withered yellow, and then fell to the ground from a height, leaving only bare branches—
It's winter again, here it is.
A week before the new year, He Yang returned to the old house.
Qiqi was still the same as before, when he saw He Yang's car approaching, he rushed over to look for Xu Chengyan.
Qiqi circled around He Yang and saw no one, so he ran to the car door again.
He Yang ignored the big dog and just entered the villa and came to the rest room.
Father He was still in a wheelchair, playing chess alone at the table.
And in the corner of the table, there is also a photo frame—
The photo shows a young woman in a bright red cheongsam smiling at the camera.
He Yang walked over step by step, and Father He also heard the movement and looked up.
”I'm back...” Father He nodded and asked again, ”I've been back a few days ago, why are you here again today?”
He Yang sat opposite Father He and said lightly, ”I came back last month, and now I'm back for Chinese New Year.”
”It's almost New Year's Eve...” Father He's expression became a little dazed, he shook his head and said, ”I'm too old, I can't remember...”
Father He looked over again and asked, ”What about that child?”
”The child you brought back before, didn't he come?”
”Looks like a piano teacher. What's his name? Can't remember...”
Father He frowned slightly, still recalling.
But He Yang just said coldly, ”He's dead.”
”Dead?” Father He then reacted, ”Yeah, he's dead...”
Father He couldn't help looking at the photo frame on the desktop and whispered, ”Maybe A Ruan wants to see him...”
”He's going to see A Ruan...” Father He picked up the photo frame, his eyes were a little red, ”I want to see A Ruan too...”
”Why didn't she take me with her...”
Father He was immersed in his memories, and his emotions were a little excited.
He Yang just stayed by the side quietly, and only got up and left when Father He was emotionally stable.
The housekeeper stayed outside the rest room, and when he saw He Yang came out, he followed behind He Yang.
The housekeeper said: ”Master, my memory is still confused recently, and I can't remember many things.”
”Yeah.” He Yang was a little cold.
The housekeeper looked at He Yang's back and couldn't help but ask, ”Young Master He, will you be sad?”
He Yang stopped and asked, ”Why are you sad?”
To cry for days and nights beside the corpse, like his father, and then be admitted to the hospital?
Butler: ”Madam, she's already—”
Before the housekeeper could finish speaking, He Yang interrupted: ”It's not sad.”
He will not be sad.
He Yang turned around, went back to the room alone, and sat on the sofa.
On the table next to it, there was an old photo album.
He Yang looked at the album, and after a long time, he finally reached out and took it, slowly opening the first page of the album.
He Yang flipped through the album page by page and quickly finished it.
Only half of the photos in the album were put in, and there were still many empty pages behind.
He Yang picked up the phone and called Jiang Lin.
After the call was connected, He Yang asked, ”Are there any photos of Xu Chengyan?”
Jiang Lin: ”What's wrong?”
”His picture.”
”What do you want his photo for at this time?” Jiang Lin on the other end of the phone frowned, ”You didn't ask me for it before, so you came to ask me now?”
But He Yang just repeated: ”Photo.”
Jiang Lin became a little irritable, scratched his hair, but still came down: ”I'll bring it to you in a few days.”
During the few days of Chinese New Year, Jiang Lin came to the old house.
The old house of the He family was very deserted, all the servants had left, except for He Yang and He's father, only the butler was still there.
Qiqi was still quite energetic, running around in the yard and rolling on the snow.
Jiang Lin walked across the yard with the gift box, and after entering the house, he glanced at the man on the sofa.
”My dad asked me to come here to pay New Year's greetings.” Jiang Lin put the gift box on the table.
But the man didn't look up, he just looked down at an old yellowed album.