Chapter 84- Wait For Me

On the morning of the first day of the Chinese new year, Bai Huai woke up Jian Songyi.

Jian Songyi thought this was a good sign.

So he hooked Bai Huai’s neck and kissed him back.

“Happy New Year, boyfriend.”

Bai Huai looked down at him, took out a red envelope, and smiled out the corner of his eyes: “The New Year’s money given to you by your boyfriend.” 

The red envelope looked quite thick.

Jian Songyi took it over with satisfaction, pinched it, and found that it didn’t feel right. While raising his eyebrows vigilantly, he said softly: “Bai Huai, it’s Chinese New Year, don’t make trouble.”

Bai Huai felt that there was something wrong with his image in Jian Songyi’s heart and smiled helplessly: “I’m that bad? Open it up and see. It’s a good thing.”

Jian Songyi opened the letter suspiciously and shook it. A neatly folded red cloth eventually fell out of it.

Jian Songyi felt that the red cloth was a little familiar. And when he unfolded it, a line of words was written on the red cloth.

    ——Wish to be with you every year

The handwriting is the handwriting he is familiar with, and the red cloth is also the red cloth he is familiar with.

On the day of Uncle Wen Zhimian’s death, when the two of them skipped school and went to Ling’an Mountain. They couldn’t stand the children’s entanglement on the way, so they spent fifty yuan to buy two wishing clothes.

That day, his energy was all on the grape stone, and he didn’t care. Bai Huai said that the red cloth was thrown away, and he believed it.

But it turned out that Bai Huai had deceived him yet again.

Jian Songyi said fiercely, “Bai Huai, look, you lied to me again!” He was so annoyed that his face started to flush red.

But Bai Huai didn’t even pay attention to him. He lifted the quilt and picked him up from the bed: “Old things don’t count. Get up quickly, we’ll go to Ling’an Mountain.”

Jian Songyi was used to staying in bed these days. So he didn’t think of it and struggled to get back into bed. “It’s only after six o’clock, so why do you want to go to Ling’an Mountain so eagerly?”

Bai Huai coaxed patiently, “So that we can tie the red cloth to the wishing tree, make that wish, and then stop by to see my dad.”

Upon hearing this, Jian Songyi suddenly became obedient.

That’s right, Jian Songyi had to report to Uncle Zhimian when he kidnapped Bai Huai.

The two of them took turns paying New Year’s greetings to their elders. Except for Bai Han who was gone early in the morning, the other elders gave each of them a five-digit red envelope and finally put them all into Jian Songyi’s small collection room.

After earning a lot of money, the two set off for Ling’an Mountain.

From autumn to winter, to spring again.

The old tree in Dajue Temple on Ling’an Mountain that has been growing for many years has lost its leaves, resulting for its bare branches in full display. And yet, it sprouted again. Even the dense red cloth of the tree is full of hope.

It seems that the Buddha also has pity on the world.

The two stepped on the high rock of the cliff together. At the top of the tree, they tied the red cloth.

The chilly wind in early spring blew through, dancing in the air, which is very swaggering.

Jian Songyi raised his head and sighed, watching the white mist in the air as he smiles:: “Bai Huai, why do you think we are so superstitious?”

Bai Huai took his hand and walked down the mountain slowly: “This is not called superstition, it is called having hope. As long as people have hope, they can live better.”

No matter what he said, as long as Bai Huai said it so slowly, Jian Songyi felt that it was very reasonable.

Jian Songyi then casually asked, “What’s your hope?”

“You.”

“It’s that simple?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Jian Songyi smiled: “Then I’m going to be greedy. My hope is that we can be together for all our lives: healthy, thriving, and handsome.”

“It’s a bit greedy, but my dad should bless us. The last time I asked him to bless me as I decided to chase after you, and he agreed. Later, you can say something nice and coax him. Maybe as soon as he gets happy, he might fulfill your greed.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve been sweeter than you since I was a child.” Jian Songyi was telling the truth. He didn’t have the temperament of a school bully when he was a child. He was very sweet and very coquettish, so everyone spoiled him since he was a child. In fact, Wen Zhimian also taught Bai Huai how to take care of him all the time.

Thinking of it this way, Wen Zhimian should be happy that they are together.

Perhaps because of hope, when the two walked into the cemetery in that early morning at the same time again, they lost a lot of sentimentalities from when they came last time.

However, Jian Songyi prepared a lot of remarks to reassure Wen Zhimian. But when he saw the figure in front of the tomb, it suddenly all disappeared.

In front of the tomb stood a bunch of fresh well-bloomed white lisianthus stained with early morning dew.

And the man standing in front of the tomb had a layer of frost on his shoulders.

No one would know how long he has been standing there.

His posture and tall back look a little desolate.

The two stopped at the same time.

There was a brief silence between them.

Jian Songyi then said in a warm voice, “Go over and have a chat with him. I’ll wait for you here. You’re both in front of Uncle Zhimian, so don’t quarrel with him.”

People who quarrel the most will also persuade others not to quarrel.

Bai Huai helped Jian Songyi to wrap his scarf around his neck and smiled lightly: “Okay, I’d listen to my boyfriend.”

The cemetery in the early morning was too quiet. On top of that, in the late winter and early spring, there were no insects and birds around the area too.

The conversation between the father and son of the Bai family fell into Jian Songyi’s ears so inadvertently.

He doesn’t know if it was his delusion or not, but he actually felt that Bai Han’s voice was actually very gentle today.

“Did you bring something small for your father?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Are you here to tell him that you’re leaving after the Chinese New Year?”

“I will.”

 “Are you sure you want to study medicine?”

“Mmhmm.”

Bai Han said nothing. 

The cemetery fell silent.

After a long time, Bai Huai slowly said, “Why have you always refused for me to study medicine?”

Bai Han did not answer.

“Are you so afraid of thinking of my dad? Afraid that you won’t care about me more for so many years, or that you’ll even feel rejected by me studying medicine?”

Bai Han still didn’t answer.

“Is it fun? Do you think my dad would be happy like this?”

“He’s gone.” Bai Han’s voice was terribly calm and rational, “He’s gone, so he won’t have any happiness or unhappiness. All of this, it’s all meaningless.”

At that moment, Jian Songyi suddenly understood what Bai Huai meant when he said “one has to look forward to a better life”.

If there is no hope, it will probably be like Bai Han.

He wants to love, but the person is nowhere to love anymore.

There was another long silence.

It was like reconciliation in silent grief.