don't go near that tree

Chapter 60

Xu Shiyao's time at the foot of the mountain was still only half an hour, but every time he would go and come back as fast as he could.

Every time I came back, I saw Wu Chun in the same way, sitting quietly on the bricks, staring at the front.

Xu Shiyao said that every time my grandfather would pick up a few bricks in the direction where Wu Chun was sitting, and then transport them to the opposite side.

Wu Chun stared at the front for a while, suddenly, he got up, took a step forward, then faced forward, and opened his arms.

From Xu Shiyao's point of view, at this moment, grandpa passed through Wu Chun's body without knowing it. Perhaps there was telepathy. Grandpa held him tightly in his arms.

Xu Shiyao couldn't bear it any longer, and stepped forward to gently hug Wu Chun into his arms.

"Did I hug my grandpa?" Xu was crying for a long time, Wu Chun's voice was hoarse.

Xu Shiyao was so distressed, but there was nothing he could do, he could only hug him tighter, and lightly kissed him on the forehead, and comforted him in a low voice, "You hug."

That night, Xu Shiyao accompanied Wu Chun to sit here for the whole night, until the first ray of sunlight in the morning directly shone over, Xu Shiyao had to rush back to Shili Mountain.

After a whole night of sleepless nights, Wu Chun's footsteps were a little sloppy.The brain is also a little messed up.

Wu Chun walked home slowly, but he didn't know that the villagers were crazy looking for him.

When Wu Chun went back, he saw the village head standing in the yard of his house, with his hands behind his back, walking back and forth anxiously.

"village head……"

Wu Chun opened his mouth, but his voice was very small and hoarse. He coughed lightly twice. At this moment, the village head just happened to look over.

"Where have you been, Wu Chun?" The village head quickly walked up to Wu Chun and asked eagerly.

Wu Chun forced a smile, and continued to say in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, I went out to get some air."

Wu Chun looked at the back room, there are already many people inside.

"Your mother just called to say that she will arrive in half an hour." The village head said softly.

Wu Chun was startled.

He blamed himself a little, and didn't know how to tell his mother about it, as if it seemed that it was because of him that grandpa suffered such a disaster.

But everyone has gone, so what's the use of talking about it?

A bit of coolness came from his chest, and Wu Chun looked down.

The pine cone pendant was emitting a faint radiance. From outsiders' perspective, it looked like the sun was shining.

Wu Chun took off the pendant and held it in his palm.

As I said last night, I will definitely do it, Wu Chun said to himself in his heart.

……

There are a lot of funeral rules in the countryside, and Wu Chun doesn't know much about these things. There are usually people in the village who specialize in presiding over such things, leading a group of old and young men to stand at the door, shouting slogans that Wu Chun can't understand.

They say it's a custom, a good wish for the dead.

It's just that Wu Chun looks at it now, every sentence is like a heavy hammer, directly hitting his heart, the pain makes people breathless.

The whole mother was crying badly.

Wu Chun quietly stayed by her side, from the beginning to the end, she never said a single word of blame, which made Wu Chun feel even more uncomfortable.

How much he wished someone could scold him.

Wu Chun was sitting with his mother when he felt someone poke him lightly behind him. Wu Chun turned his head and found that it was his father. He waved to him and motioned for Wu Chun to go out.

Wu Chun followed his father to the tree at the gate.

Father lit a cigarette, his eyes were slightly red, he should have just cried.

Wu Chun had never seen his father cry before, so he lowered his head and said softly, "Dad, I'm sorry."

Father sighed softly and said, "The last thing I want to hear is these three words."

Wu Chun was taken aback, but besides these three words, what else could he say, and what he said seemed to be futile.

"Chunchun, my mother and I support you in what you do. You also know that this road will definitely not be smooth sailing. There will always be some unforeseen things that happen in the middle. Grandpa has such an accident. We are all very happy." It's sad, but things can't be changed, the living will continue to live, what Dad wants to say is, don't shake the path in your heart because of these unforeseen things."

Wu Chun raised his head and looked at his father.

I saw my father stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette, clamped the remaining half to his ear, and stretched out his hand.

Maybe it was because he wanted to hug Wu Chun like he did when he was a child, maybe he realized that Wu Chun was already an adult in his 20s, so his hand finally fell on Wu Chun's shoulder and patted him lightly.

Wu Chun hugged him without hesitation.

"dad."

"Good boy, pack up your mood as soon as possible, there are still many people waiting for you."

Wu Chun rested his forehead on his father's shoulder, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and repeated what he said to Xu Shiyao yesterday, "Well, I'll just cry today, just one day."

……

The time of day is too fast.

At the end of the evening, my parents are still entertaining the relatives who came home today.

Wu Chun said hello to his father and went directly to Shili Mountain.

Xu Shiyao should have been waiting for him for a long time.

Sure enough, when Wu Chun rushed over, he saw Xu Shiyao standing under the tree with one hand behind his back, with a worried expression on his face. Seeing Wu Chun approaching, he quickly stepped forward and hugged him in his arms.

Just hugged her and said nothing.

The embrace of the other party is cool, but Wu Chun feels warm and reassuring. Throughout the day, Wu Chun has to show a strong appearance in front of his parents. Except for the moment when his grandfather was buried, Wu Chun couldn't help crying loudly. Every now and then, Wu Chun would secretly wipe away tears by himself.

Everyone is looking forward to him being strong, just like his father said, there are also people waiting for him.

He can be vulnerable, but not too fragile.

Wu Chun seemed to put on a breathless mask for himself all day long, until he saw Xu Shiyao hugging him into his arms, Wu Chun's mask completely fell off.

"Xu Shiyao, I want to cry."

"Cry." Xu Shiyao gently comforted him, "There are still four hours until tomorrow, and you still have time to cry."

Buried in Xu Shiyao's arms, Wu Chun sobbed softly.

But Wu Chun still didn't cry until twelve o'clock, he only cried for a while, and poked his head out of Xu Shiyao's arms.

"Okay?" Xu Shiyao asked softly.

Wu Chun stared at him for a long time before slowly speaking, "I plan to continue the construction tomorrow."

Although Xu Shiyao already knew something, he was still a little surprised by Wu Chun's decision.

"Tomorrow, can you?" Xu Shiyao asked softly.

"Time is money, and it doesn't make sense to keep the construction team waiting for me, so I can only do it."

"Wu Chun."

Xu Shiyao felt distressed when he heard it, but there was nothing he could do about it. After all, what he said made sense. It was usually difficult to adjust the construction period agreed with the construction team.

Time is money, and every construction of this village in the future will require money.

Xu Shiyao understood Wu Chun, he didn't want everyone's money and energy to be wasted on his own sorrow.

How insignificant a person's sadness is, so small that it must be erased in front of such a major event.

Thinking of this, Xu Shiyao hugged him even tighter.

"It's okay, Xu Shiyao." Wu Chun raised his head suddenly, forced a smile at Xu Shiyao, "I can secretly find you sad at night, they won't see it."

How can people not be sad.

It's just that Wu Chun decided that he would pile up all the sadness and exhaustion at night, and during the day, he would always be the Wu Chun who was always full of energy and optimism.

But in this case, Xu Shiyao's place here is like a trash can carrying his negative emotions.

"Xu Shiyao, I can only feel sorry for you." Wu Chun said in a low voice.

Everyone has more or less expectations of him, but Xu Shiyao will always be pure to him, he will never say to himself "Wu Chun, what should you do."

On the contrary, every time I would say something like this: "It's okay, Wu Chun, I'm still here."

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I finally finished another chapter