The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 66

    He Zhishu asked the doctor to take him to the cemetery. His parents are buried in Anxian Cemetery in Hangzhou. This was the deepest pain in his heart, and he couldn't bear to mention it when he was buried.

    It was raining lightly, and the thin rain line was blown on the window of the car by the wind, and the car stopped outside the gate of the cemetery.

    "Am I waiting for you outside?" Ai Ziyu handed him He Zhishu's coat, pushed the door to the trunk and looked for an umbrella.

    He Zhishu didn't move, he lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, shivering slightly. He didn't dare to go, and he didn't deserve to go again.

    He thought about going back to the old house, but he gave it up. The house had been sold for a long time, and even the traces of the old had been erased. He sold it after his parents died, and the money for the sale paid the down payment for the house in Beijing.

    He Zhishu thought that he and Jiang Wenxu might really be the same kind of people, saying sorry, and deceiving others with a sense of guilt to compensate for the sins committed. Selfishness will always hurt the person who loves you most.

    Ai Tzuyu opened the car door to He Zhishu and held the umbrella for him: "...I will accompany you in." He Zhishu carried more than everyone thought. The doctor was worried that he swallowed all the pain alone. Tossing and turning pains alone in the dead of night.

    He Zhishu slowly raised his head, with weakness and subtle avoidance in his eyes: "Should I... go?" He asked the doctor, but he was looking for excuses and reasons for not going.

    Ai Ziyu feels sorry for He Zhishu, and also said that we are getting used to waiting for you to get better. But he didn't respond this time. He didn't want He Zhishu's last time to be tied up by this knot and couldn't feel at ease.

    Some things have to be faced.

    "Put on your jacket and I will send you in." Ai Ziyu said softly.

    He Zhishu pressed his temple twice and got out of the car. At the front entrance of the cemetery, he looked at the tombstones in the middle of the verdant greenery in the distance, and suddenly his legs were soft.

    Ai Ziyu hurriedly stabilized him, holding an umbrella with one hand: "It's okay?"

    He Zhishu shook his head: "Go in." It's

    not very easy to find. He Zhishu looked for it based on a little impression in his memory. Looking at the tombstones one by one, the sadness and powerlessness became more and more serious.

    Ai Tzuyu hit a big black umbrella and shuttled in the rain, quiet and heavy.

    Finally, He Zhishu stunned in front of a marble-carved burial tomb, as if by an electric shock. His face paled inch by inch, and his lips were trembling. It took a long time for He

    Zhishu to utter a stiff voice. He slowly turned his head and pushed the doctor away: "You can wait for me a little farther, okay?" "Of course you can," Ai Ziyu of course understood: "Come on, support yourself.

    Holding an umbrella." He Zhishu smiled sadly and shook his head slowly: "I am here, the umbrella is not worthy." He walked into the drizzle step by step and approached the death of his parents.

    He Zhishu was two steps away from the tombstone as if he was hit hard by some heavy object, and he knelt on the cold and damp concrete floor with a bang. He Zhishu did not get up, bowed his head for a while, and then slammed his head a few times.

    "Dad, Mom... I was wrong..." He Zhishu's voice leaked from the clenched lips, mixed with the blood from the bitten lower lip: "I was wrong... I was wrong... I was wrong..."

    He Zhishu couldn't cry anymore, crying too much for Jiang Wenxu, and his tears finally dried up. His eyes were red like drips of blood, and the guilt inside could not be suppressed, but it was also difficult to release.

    No matter how out of control with Jiang Wenxu, He Zhishu never mentioned the accidental death of his parents to vent his grievances. He didn't mention it because he didn't blame Jiang Wenxu, because...he only blamed himself.

    After waking up in countless nights, he would bite the back of his hand and open his eyes to watch the darkness in the room all night. All the condemnation from the conscience He Zhishu never let the second person share the burden for him, he only blames himself. Every time I was wronged, when my body and mind were exhausted, my pain doubled, but I knew that there would never be a home that would never abandon him.

    "Mom... I'm sorry... I always worry about you. I know how disappointed you are... You must be thinking, how can a child who was so behaved and sensible when he was a child...how could he not even you for a man..." He Zhishu's voice choked, but there were no tears in his eyes. When I looked closely, there seemed to be bloodstains: "I...I thought about the glutinous rice balls you made by yourself. I thought about it for fifteen years... You, when will you stop being angry, can you give it to me again? Pack a meal, mom?"

    "Mom! Don't ignore me...you can hit me if you are angry..." He Zhishu's words stopped abruptly, his eyes regained some clarity. He smiled bitterly: "Dad, my mother ignored me."

    The gentle smiles of the men and women in the black and white photos, the delicate eyebrows, and the gentle temperament seem to be given to the son. But there is only a smear of loess under the photo.

    Those who are lost will not come anymore. It's true cruelty, whether you admit it or not.

    "Dad, I’ve troubled you to take care of mom for more than ten years... She is timid and squeamish. She must be scared in the dark place below... Dad, you have to let her more. Then... Then I will go over and change me. Protect you two..." He

    Zhishu said softly, "I won't make you sad anymore...Really, I won't let you wait so long..." Ai Ziyu's nails broke a small piece of skin in her palm. , He watched He Zhishu kneeling in the rain, enduring distress and not interfering. But now I really realize that He Zhishu can't be allowed to go on like this anymore. He didn't know the cause of death of He Zhishu's parents, but he knew that normal people couldn't bear the torment of being separated from the dearest and dearest, let alone He Zhishu's patients who were not in a good state.

    Ai Ziyu stepped forward and used an umbrella to block the cold raindrops for He Zhishu: "Zhishu, let's go home." He still said, "When you get better, let's come again."

    Unexpectedly, He Zhishu Without persisting in staying, he got up very hard with Ai Tzuyu's support and walked over slowly. But after three steps, He Zhishu looked back at the photo and showed a pure smile like a child. In his heart, he silently said, "Dad, mom, wait for me."

    Ai Ziyu's heart was twisted and hurt by He Zhishu's smile. For a moment, sad and helpless: "Your clothes are all wet, cold or cold?"

    He Zhishu didn't say a word until he got into the car.

    Ai Ziyu turned on the warm air and wiped He Zhishu's face and hair with a dry towel, not knowing what to say.

    He Zhishu looked up at Ai Tzuyu for a long time, and then smiled warmly: "It's like a rock on my heart has fallen. I feel so relaxed now..." He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep before he could say anything. past.

    Ai Ziyu's heart shook suddenly, and He Zhishu's face was cold, and he felt the astonishing heat when he raised his head close to his neck.

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