Lu Lin looked around and recognized that this was a cemetery, the cemetery where Yan Heqing's parents were buried.
Lu Lin hurried to find Yan Heqing, but just as he stepped onto the stairs, someone approached from afar.
The streetlights only illuminate people's shadows, which are very long, making it seem like you're walking very slowly.
As if sensing something telepathically, Lu Lin's heart pounded. He stopped, his dark eyes following the shadow. The short distance seemed to have taken the person half a century.
As he drew closer, his face became clearer. His eyes appeared normal, but Lu Lin knew that Yan Heqing had gone blind.
Those beautiful eyes, brighter than the stars, will never shine again. A lifeless light brushed against his arm as Yan Heqing murmured to himself.
"2,3,4..."
One step is a number.
Yan Heqing once told Lu Lin that there were 208 steps to his father's grave.
208.
Yan Heqing stopped, slowly squatted down, reached out and touched the words on the tombstone. After confirming that it was his father, he finally showed a faint smile, carefully cleaned the fallen leaves in front of the tomb, and continued on his way.
426 steps, then turn left and go up 56 steps.
His fingers gently traced the tombstone; it was unmistakably " Yan Qiushuang." Yan Heqing wanted to smile to reassure his mother, but ultimately couldn't manage a smile.
The night was deep and the wind was strong. He curled up in front of the grave, closing his eyes as if being embraced by his mother.
Ask softly--
"Mom, life is so tiring. Can I be willful just this once?"
At this moment, Lu Lin's heart felt as if it were being slowly ripped open by the sharpest knife, its flesh torn and mangled in a grotesque manner.
Chapter 149 Sunrise Complete
Lu Lin took off his coat and covered Yan Heqing with it.
He knew it was useless, but he just wanted to do it.
He immediately closed his eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, the scene had changed as expected.
It was a small balcony filled with gladioli and succulents. Yan Heqing had just returned, wearing a white shirt and light blue jeans, holding a newly bought gladioli.
Yan Heqing has taken good care of them; all the gladioli on the balcony have sprouted new buds. One can imagine how lively this balcony will be when they bloom.
As the morning sun shone on Yan Heqing's pale and thin face, his exhausted eyes unexpectedly regained a glimmer of hope.
That was a yearning for life.
He persevered and did not give up on his life.
Lu Lin's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed briefly when he saw Yan Heqing squat down and carefully arrange the sword orchids.
He squatted down next to Yan Heqing, his jawline revealing a gentle curve, quietly keeping Yan Heqing.
The early spring sun had no warmth, and Yan Heqing's fingers turned purple from the cold, but he was used to it. He pressed down the soil in the new flowerpot, added No. 1 Primary School handful of fertilizer, and watered it.
After checking the soil condition of the other succulents, Yan Heqing returned to his room.
This room is similar to the rental near Beijing University, with a small bathroom and kitchen, and a small open-plan room of about ten square meters.
The old house wasn't exactly renovated, but Yan Heqing had kept it impeccably clean. The tiles gleamed, the coffee table was spotless, and neatly arranged with books for the Braille.
The book was laid out, covered with densely packed raised dots. Yan Heqing had already turned to the last few pages and quickly finished reading.
Lu Lin withdrew his gaze and followed Yan Heqing into the kitchen. There was a cane leaning against the wall in the entryway, but Yan Heqing didn't use it at home. He walked into the kitchen familiarly, carefully washed the dirt off his hands, dried them, and began to cook lunch.
Unable to see the dangers of using gas, Yan Heqing used a small electric ceramic stove. He filled a pot halfway with water and started boiling it. He went to the refrigerator, opened the freezer compartment, and found it full of neatly stacked small square boxes.
He took out a small box, closed the refrigerator, returned to the stove, and opened the box lid.
Lu Lin looked down and saw that there were ten frozen dumplings in the box.
Lu Lin recognized it; this dumpling shape was made by Yan Heqing himself.
Hearing the water boil, Yan Heqing poured ten dumplings into the pot and then fumbled to the side to prepare the dipping sauce.
Add No. 1 Primary School light soy sauce, a spoonful of vinegar, and a pinch of salt.
No. 1 Primary School scallions grew on the windowsill, lush and vibrant. He pulled out two scallions, washed them, chopped them, and added them to the dipping sauce. He timed it perfectly, and at the same time, the dumplings were cooked and floating to the surface.
It's a big, plump, white thing; the translucent skin reveals the juicy, fresh meat filling inside.
Yan Heqing turned off the heat, scooped out the dumplings, and then ladled out a bowl of dumpling soup before carrying it back to his room.
The books took up most of the coffee table, while the dumplings only occupied a small corner.
The steaming aroma was irresistible. Yan Heqing poured some dumpling soup into the dipping sauce and stirred it well with his chopsticks.
Lu Lin felt both sorry for him and admired him.
I feel sorry for all the hardships Yan Heqing has endured, and I admire his perseverance in the face of adversity. Like the white plum blossom Firefly Cave in Mount Huai, he tenaciously grows his own life from the cracks in the rock wall in the harsh environment.
His Yan Heqing is the best person in the world.
Just as Yan Heqing's chopsticks touched the dumpling, the sudden ringing of his cell phone shattered the tranquility of the room.
Yan Heqing uses a different ringtone for each contact to identify incoming calls.
The ringtone belonged to Zhao Huilin.
Yan Heqing remained silent for a moment, then took out his phone and turned on speakerphone.
" Heqing's in trouble!" Zhao Huilin cried anxiously. "Your dad's drunk again. He just called me and said that if Young Master Lu doesn't give him money today, he'll cause trouble. I can't get through to him on the phone now. You have to think of something!"
Yan Heqing's relaxed expression instantly tensed up. He put down his chopsticks, hung up the phone, and immediately dialed speed dial 1.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is..."
The mechanical voice remained unchanged; he was still on Lu Muchi's blacklist.
Yan Heqing remained silent for a moment, then tapped the dial pad and dialed a number.
Lu Lin was watching from the side. He remembered this number; it was Lu Muchi's butler's phone number.
The ringtone played for about ten seconds before the other party answered, lowering their voice to ask, " Little Mr. Yan, is there something you need?"
Yan Heqing asked anxiously, "Is Lu Muchi home?"
"Young Master and Young Master Xiao Lin made an appointment to meet, and he left No. 1 Primary School ago."
Where should we meet?
The butler remained silent for a long while before finally managing to say, " Little Mr. Yan, to tell you the truth, the young master has explicitly forbidden anyone from mentioning you."