I stood quietly behind Yan Ye, looking at his cold back. I couldn't see his expression at the moment, but I could feel that he should be in pain.
Doesn't he resent Yan Tengyi for treating his mother like that? Why is he still so cold towards his deceased mother?
Now that you’ve bought all the flowers, why do you do this? You’re such a young guy.
Sighing secretly, I squatted in front of the scattered bouquets, repackaged the flowers one by one, and placed them neatly under the roots of the tree.
I looked up to see Yan Yeyi, but I didn't know that guy was sitting in the haystack in front of me with his back to me, looking somewhere in the distance.
I had no choice but to pull out the weeds beside the pines and cypresses and pile them on the soil at the roots of the trees.
The wind on the hillside was a bit strong, and it made my nose run. Looking at my hand that was accidentally pricked by a branch, the palm with dirt made me laugh. I forgot how long it had been since I had played with dirt.
Wiping the blood on my fingers with leaves, I shuddered all over
Yan Yeyi still maintained that movement and looked at the confused mountain peaks in the distance. The wind ruffled his long hair.
The image of his lonely back in the sun rendered the whole quiet world. On this ordinary hillside, I pursed my lips, not knowing whether to comfort him or not to disturb him.
As far as I know...I really don't know him, okay! It's not illegal to sit next to him.
I clapped my dirty hands, sat down next to him, bent my knees, hugged my calves, rested my head on my knees, and looked at his expressionless side face quietly.
Well, it's like a pencil drawing drawn by an artist, with perfect lines, and the long eyelashes still cast shadows on the eyes, like butterflies perched on flowers, fluttering.
"Ah...hehe..." Maybe it was because I was cold and my nasal passages were a little itchy, so I sneezed, looked at Yan Yeyi in a daze, and smiled stupidly.
Yan Yeyi finally turned his head and looked at me, and the stiff coldness suddenly softened.
"I don't want it." He wanted to take off his clothes and give them to me. I held my chin in my hands, turned my head and threw it to him.
"Let's go" Yan Ye stood up and left me two words to leave this hillside.
"Aren't you coming to see your mother?" I jumped up quickly and grabbed his wrist.
"She's right here!" I pointed to the pine and cypress again. Yan Yeyi didn't seem to hear me. He looked at my hand and pulled it suddenly in front of him.