Those Years of Falling in Love with Mosaic [Quick Travel]

【World 10】━━ I will take it out and scare you to death ━━

10.1 - Women's clothing is the most shocking!

　　Kou Qiu stayed in this world until he was seventy-four years old, and then he received the news that Zha Gong had completely passed away. In the past few decades, he and Yan Zhuo handled the funerals of both parents together. Yu's father went there right next to Yu's mother, while Yan's father suffered retaliation from criminals in the later days and died young. . Kou Qiu witnessed his parents' funeral for the first time. He placed the small urn in the pit that had been prepared, and then personally swung the shovel and shoveled the first handful of earth.

　　The soil was sprinkled on the ground, and Kou Qiu's heart suddenly felt sad.

　　Will he ever have a chance? Can he have such good parents again?

　　Kou Qiu couldn't tell clearly and couldn't guarantee it. He just held Yan Zhuo's hand tightly during the funeral.

　　Yan Zhuo seemed to feel something and held his hand tighter. Through that layer of skin and flesh, their bones seemed to be leaning together, and their hearts were close together, intimately.

　　"Nannan..."

　　Yan Zhuo's voice was soft and full of pity.

　　"It's okay, I'm here."

　　After both parents were gone, they moved back to the yard where they had lived since childhood. The courtyard wall between the two houses was completely demolished. On an autumn afternoon, two old wicker chairs were moved out, and two old men with gray hair lay on them, slowly shaking their fans and singing. Basking in the warm sunshine. Kou Qiu's clothes were covered with large and small light spots. He squinted to see, trying to chase the light spots toward the sky.

　　But the sky is really too bright. As he looked at it, white flowers appeared in front of his eyes.

　　Those rays of light jumped into his eyes.

　　Kou Qiu vaguely felt that it was time to leave.

　　He struggled to move on the recliner and said in a muffled voice: "Yan Zhuo?"

　　Yanzhuo was lying next to him, holding his hand tightly with his hands covered with age spots, and his tone of voice still sounded like he was coaxing the young child of the past.

　　"...Nannan?"

　　"Yan Zhuo," his lover next to him called him again, his voice slowly lowering, "I'm leaving. I'll wait for you, but don't keep me waiting for too long."

　　Yan Zhuo turned his head to look at him, and he could still see his eyes that were as clear as glass beads. He smiled calmly and said, "Okay."

　　I don't know when the wind started blowing in the air.

　　The first leaf suddenly loosened and fell to the ground under the early autumn sunshine.

　　Yan Zhuo felt that the hand he was holding suddenly lost strength. He was not panicked or grieved. He just faced the sunshine and reluctantly pulled up the blanket on his lover's lap, just like how he pulled the quilt for him when they first met as a child.

　　Then, his eyes closed.

　　There was intermittent singing from somewhere, humming an old tune. It's a song from the old year, sung repeatedly, like an elongated poem.

　　"I remember when I was young,

　　You love to talk and I love to laugh.

　　Sitting side by side under the peach tree,