The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1236 Wind

The next day, Xijing District, Guituan Villa.

In the grove behind the villa, there are several more graves without tombstones, from Douhu, Jiuhan, Pohou, Dead Pig, and Anhege.

Jiuhan's grave is on the edge, slightly higher, like a watcher.

Sitting next to the tomb is a woman, wearing a solemn black coat and a gray-and-white plaid scarf. She has neat short hair that reaches her chin. She has a young face and old eyes.

On the ninth day of every month, Chen Ying would come here, bring a bouquet of flowers to Jiuhan, and sit in silence all afternoon.

It was the same today. Chen Ying was sitting in the fine winter sunshine, talking nonchalantly:

"Yesterday I went to the nursing home to see Xiu Yi's grandma. She looked very good and asked about you. I said you have been very busy at work recently..."

"Soon-"

The wind picked up, ruffling Chen Ying's short hair.

In a daze, the sea of ​​time drowned her.

After the "Zhaixingge Incident", Chen Ying was on the verge of collapse.

Gao Yang was afraid that she would commit suicide, so he let Nana sleep in the same room with her at night and asked Jiu Han to take care of her during the day.

Jiuhan is not a talkative person, and he is not very good at enlightening others.

He thought of a stupid way to assign tasks to Chen Ying every day so that she would have something to do.

On a warm winter Sunday, the weather was very good, and Chen Ying went out on a mission in the cold weather.

In fact, there are not so many tasks. This time it is Jiuhan's private matter.

Jiuhan goes to the nursing home every month to visit Xiuyi's grandma.

Xiu Yi's grandma was overjoyed after seeing Jiu Han and Chen Ying.

"Xiaohan, you've finally figured it out! I told you before that at your age, you can't finish your work. Starting a family and starting a business is the serious thing!"

The old lady held Chen Ying's hand enthusiastically: "Little sister, let me tell you, you have good taste. Don't think Xiaohan is a boring gourd. He has an upright heart and a thoughtful mind... Thanks to his care, my grandson has learned well. He is no longer naughty. He often mentions him to me, saying 'Brother Han'. My grandson can study abroad thanks to Xiaohan's help..."

The old lady kept talking, and Chen Yingqiang cheered up, slowly assumed the identity of Jiuhan's girlfriend, and played out the whole scene.

After that, Jiuhan helped the old man tidy up the room, and Chen Ying helped the old man wash his hair, cut his nails, and give massage, making the old man very happy.

In the evening, Jiuhan and Chen Ying left the nursing home and took the bus back.

The two sat at the end and were silent for several seconds.

"Thank you." Finally, Jiuhan spoke.

Chen Ying was stunned, "Isn't this a mission?"

"Actually, it's a private matter." Jiuhan said.

Chen Ying was silent.

"Every time I visit Xiu Yi's grandma, I don't know how to chat. I just talk about a few words, and I stay for half an hour and then leave."

Jiuhan was very grateful: "She is very happy because of you this time."

Chen Ying shook her head: "I didn't do anything, I just chatted casually."

"Perhaps what I want is a casual chat." Jiuhan reflected: "I am too serious. I always feel that people should speak meaningfully and talk less nonsense. I am not very good at chatting."

"This is an advantage." Chen Ying said.

"Sometimes it becomes a shortcoming." Jiuhan said.

Chen Ying thought for a moment and said, "I can teach you some tricks."

"Please say."

"Actually, the elderly are very similar to children. Just chat with the elderly and treat them as children."

Jiuhan was silent.

Chen Ying was stunned: "Have you never gotten along with children?"

Jiuhan nodded. Chen Ying lowered her eyes, feeling a dull pain in her chest, "Both the elderly and children are particularly eager for companionship. Do you know why?"

Jiuhan shook his head.

"To them, the world is very big and strange. The world of children is just a few people they know. The same is true for the elderly. Their world is just a few people who still remember them."

Jiuhan was thoughtful.

"Young people are not like this. We always have the illusion that the future is full of infinite possibilities, that we can have a relationship with anyone and anything, and that the whole world is ours. Therefore, young people do not know how to cherish and are not good at accompanying."

Jiuhan's face darkened and his fingers trembled slightly.

After a few seconds, he added with difficulty: "Until it's lost."

"Yes, until we lose it." Chen Ying was very calm. Tears suddenly appeared and streaked across her cheeks.

Jiuhan didn't speak and stayed with Chen Ying quietly.

The bus swayed, taking the two of them wandering in the gentle twilight concrete forest.

It is getting dark, and the lights of thousands of houses are lighting up one after another.

A gust of evening wind blew into the car, ruffling Chen Ying's sad hair and Jiu Han's calm gaze.

By some strange coincidence, Jiuhan looked at the lights of a certain house outside the car window, feeling inexplicably warm in his heart, and a scene emerged in his mind:
Chen Ying, Xiaotian, Xiu Yi, and Grandma Xiu Yi were eating around the dining table.

Chen Ying is the head of the family, pouring drinks for Xiao Tian, ​​serving rice for Xiu Yi, and picking up vegetables for the old man. Everyone talks and laughs, is warm and harmonious, and the true meaning of life seems to be hidden in the steaming meals.

Jiuhan stood outside the window, feeling anxious and full of expectations.

Chen Ying inadvertently raised her head and found him outside the window: "Hey, you are here too. Have you eaten? Can we come together?"

"Okay." Jiuhan walked into the house and joined the four of them, the loneliness in his heart melting away in the light.

"Crack-Crack-"

The sluggish sound of brakes sounded, and the bus arrived at the stop.

Jiuhan came to his senses and got out of the car with Chen Ying.

The two of them walked toward the base, and Jiuhan suddenly stopped.

Chen Ying took two steps, stopped, turned around and asked, "Is there another mission?"

"No." Jiuhan looked calm. In fact, at that moment he mustered up great courage: "I'm hungry, let's have dinner together?"

Chen Ying thought for a while and nodded. She was also hungry.

After falling in love, Jiuhan would often mention this "decisive moment" to Chen Ying.

"For you, it was just an ordinary evening. The men around you were just teammates who were monitoring you for fear that you would do something stupid."

"But for me, that was the first time I made a judgment based on intuition rather than reason. I want to have dinner with you."

"Maybe at that moment, I hadn't fallen in love with you yet, and I wasn't in the mood to think about it, but the possibility of me falling in love with you and wanting to spend the rest of my life with you was indeed born."

"I sometimes think that that gust of wind is not an ordinary wind, but comes from myself in the future. It is hidden in fate, hidden in time and space, and transformed into a miracle."

"Refined." Chen Ying smiled, tilting her head and resting her head in Jiu Han's arms.

"Is this what you think?" The serious Jiuhan was a little hurt, "I am discussing it with you very seriously."

"Isn't this what you love about me?" Chen Ying said willfully.

Jiuhan smiled softly and helplessly: "Can't refute."

"If I have to express my feelings, I still have them," Chen Ying said.

"Tell me." Jiuhan's eyes were burning.

Chen Ying's fingertips gently brushed Jiu Han's eyebrows: "Every time the wind blows from now on, I will probably think of you. It must be you in the future who miss me again."

"Definitely." Jiuhan pushed the hair away from Chen Ying's face and kissed her.

(End of this chapter)