Fairytale Shelf Life [MTL]

Ch 38

Chapter 38

Chen Xichuan's memorial meeting, what is that?

Song Zhi looked up at Zhou Yan, feeling dazed for a moment.

According to the news, it has been four or five years since Chen Xichuan passed away. It stands to reason that his funeral and memorial service should have been held long ago. He is not a famous person, and he does not meet every seven to ten at the moment, so how could he hold a commemorative party suddenly?

It was so strange, she definitely wanted to go, but Zhou Yichan, who kept Chen Xichuan secret, didn't necessarily.

After a moment of silence and deliberation, Song Zhi could only answer: "I, I need to think about it again."

Zhou Yan didn't seem surprised, so he hummed and said nothing.

After the dinner was over, the man suddenly said again: "Xiao Chan, this year should be the last anniversary. Think about it and don't regret it."

Song Zhi was slightly stunned.

With this tone, is it possible that a commemorative meeting was held every year after Chen Xichuan's death?

She lowered her eyes to hide her incomprehension, Zhou Yan only thought her daughter was sad about the past, stepped forward, and patted her on the back reassuringly.

And Song Zhi remained silent until the man left, leaving her alone space.

She immediately took out her phone and sent a message to Zhou Yichan:

[Yichan, do you have any plans for tomorrow? Can we meet up? ]

Zhou Yichan avoided every online communication before, unwilling to reveal anything. So this time, Song Zhi wanted to try to ask her for an interview.

As Zhou Yan said, the words will be hidden, and she needs to confirm the girl's true emotions face to face, and let her truly see her sincerity.

Perhaps, an interview can give Zhou Yichan the courage to speak up.

Strangely, the girl who has been replying in seconds recently has not responded tonight.

It wasn't until midnight that Zhou Yichan said: [I have some personal matters to do tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. 】

Song Zhi made a decisive decision and immediately called the girl.

Or because she didn't explain the reason for calling, Zhou Yichan answered very quickly at this time.

"Song Zhi, is there something urgent?" She said, her tone of depression was hard to conceal.

Song Zhi paused for a moment, and expressed his guess: "Yichan, tomorrow is Chen Xichuan's death day, and the day of his commemorative meeting, right

?

" How did you know about the commemorative meeting?"

Since she cried and refused to attend the commemorative meeting in the first year, even if her father received an invitation letter later, he would keep silent.

Did he tell Song Zhi this year? Why, did she take the initiative to find out? Did she guess her shameful and dark secret?

Countless questions flooded in, and Zhou Yichan seemed to be overwhelmed and suffocated.

Even though they didn't meet each other, Song Zhi felt Zhou Yichan's tension through the silence of the receiver and the sound of careful and nervous breathing.

Her heart softened, she gave up the plan to inquire, and only replied: "Yichan, it was Zhou Yan who told me."

Thinking of the girl's secret love for Chen Xichuan, Song Zhi said again: "He said this may be the last memorial meeting .Although I don't know what happened between you, but I think you might want to go."

Forget it, in today's sad day, she didn't want to force Zhou Yichan to open her wounds.

The moment he proposed to let the other party attend in person, Song Zhi had already decided not to search for it for now.

Zhou Yichan really fell into a long silence, probably hesitating and struggling.

Song Zhi didn't rush, and quietly accompanied her through the phone.

After a long time, Zhou Yichan finally refused: "It's better, let's not go." "

Song Zhi, thank you." She said, "But I don't have the face to see him."

Immediately the girl hung up the phone resolutely, without knowing it. Is it cutting off Song Zhi's thoughts, or her own temptation.

Song Zhi didn't try to persuade him anymore, as if giving up, Zhou Yichan at the other end let out a sigh of relief.

However, the next morning.

Song Zhi, however, was wearing a black dress and set off for Chen Xichuan's cemetery with Zhou Yan.

The black car had just left, and at the same time, Zhou Yichan, who hadn't slept all night, received a flash gift at the hotel.

The white box was opened, and inside was a pure black dress, and a Polaroid instant photo. The girl who was exactly like her in the photo was wearing the black dress she had received.

Zhou Yichan had a feeling, flipped the photo, and sure enough, there was a message from the girl behind:

"If you change your mind, please contact me at any time.

It is not easy to change people at the commemorative meeting, but I will help you overcome all difficulties to do it.

Yichan, I hope you don't have any regrets."

After several years of depression, Zhou Yichan finally dared to cry out loud on the day of Chen Xichuan's death.

Chen Xichuan's cemetery is in a mountain surrounded by green trees.

It is quiet and quiet, and can overlook the urban area of ​​Haishi, which is very similar to the view of the kiosk in Xichuan Manor that Xie Yumeng took her to that night.

When Song Zhi and Zhou Yan arrived, many people had already gathered in front of the tombstone.

Suddenly, one wonders whether this is a grave-sweeping ceremony or a formal funeral.

"Let's go." In a daze, Zhou Yan had already opened the car door for her.

Song Zhi glanced down at the phone to confirm that there was no new information, then nodded, got out of the car with a bunch of white flowers in his arms, and followed the man forward.

Father Chen and Xie Yumeng were no strangers to her, but it was the first time they met a thin and pale woman in front of the tombstone.

The woman was a little haggard, and stood beside Chen's father. As the father and daughter approached, she nodded at them with red eyes: "Thank you for coming to Xichuan."

Song Zhi knew that this was Chen Yan's mother.

Zhou Yan said "sorry", while Song Zhi directly held the woman's hand and said comfortingly, "Auntie, I'm here."

Zhou Yichan was absent for several years, but Chen's mother didn't seem to mind.

She patted Song Zhi's head and said, "Good boy, Xi Chuan will be very happy to see you, go and send flowers to brother."

In fact, Song Zhi had many doubts.

For example, Chen Yan clearly returned to China a few days ago, why is he not here at this moment; or, Chen Yan's mother is here, so why was Chen's mother not present on his eighteenth birthday.

But in the end, she didn't ask anything, just knelt down on one knee and presented Chen Xichuan with a bouquet of flowers.

Song Zhi stared at the boy with a gentle smile in the photo, and didn't get up for a long time. It was as if she was talking to her, expecting him to solve all the mysteries for her.

Unfortunately, Chen Xichuan couldn't.

Song Zhi got up, her eyes were dizzy when she got up from squatting for too long, and immediately, a pair of hands supported her from behind.

She thought it was Chen Yan who had come, and turned her head abruptly.

But seeing Xie Yumeng in plain white clothes smiled slightly and said, "Be careful."

"Thank you." Song knew thank you, and then took the woman's hand and shook it comfortingly.

Xie Yumeng understood her silent reassurance, and instead thought of her: "I don't mind, you go to Xichuan's house with Dad first, it's so sad to stay here for a long time." Zhou Yichan used to always follow behind her fiancé and call "Brother Xichuan

" In the past few years, like Chen Yan, he never came to worship.

Xie Yumeng thought she was too sad and couldn't bear to keep her for too long, which only made her sad.

But Song Zhi shook his head and said, "Then I want to accompany Sister Yu Meng even more."

Xie Yu Meng stopped persuading her, allowing her to follow by her side.

I don't know if it's because the Chen family has a wide network, or because Chen Xichuan himself is very popular, but it's the fifth year of the commemorative meeting, and the tombstones never stop coming and going.

The black cars drove up the mountain one after another, and unfamiliar faces passed by Song Zhi's eyes, but the person who should come the most never showed up.

She finally couldn't help but tilt her head, and asked Xie Yumeng softly: "Isn't Chen Yan coming?"

"Hush."

​​Unexpectedly, Xie Yumeng said with a strange attitude, "He will come. But let's not talk about him first, okay Is it?"

Song Zhi didn't understand until

the morning fog in the mountains cleared, the blood-red sun hung high, and the people who came to pay homage gradually disappeared. Chen Yan's father had already left to entertain the guests, but Chen's mother was still attached to the cemetery and refused to leave.

Xie Yumeng was trying to persuade the woman, when she finally saw Chen Yan coming from a distance.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and the boy's spirit is a little bit worse. Although his figure is still tall and straight, but the blue under his eyes can't be concealed, it looks like he has stayed up for several nights, and the blackness of his body reveals a bit of loneliness in the sunlight.

Song Zhi looked at him, and walked slowly and firmly from the bottom.

Chen Yan didn't bring flowers, but took a bottle of spirits and walked to the tombstone.

"Brother—"

He had just opened his mouth to call Chen Xichuan, and was about to squat down to pour wine, but unexpectedly, Chen's mother rushed to him and pulled him away suddenly.

Snapped!

Mother Chen slapped Chen Yan so hard that the boy's head was slightly tilted.

Song Zhi was startled, and almost immediately stood in front of Chen Yan, while Xie Yumeng also rushed to Chen's mother to comfort her.

"Aunt Liang, don't do this." The woman hugged her.

But Liang Qinghe slapped his son but was still puzzled. He glared angrily, and asked him in a cold voice, "How dare you come here? Chen Yan, you killed your brother, and you still have the face to come back?" Song Zhi was suddenly astonished,

startled The pupils are shrunk.

Wasn't Chen Xichuan's death related to Zhou Yichan? Why did Chen Yan's mother place the responsibility on him?

She looked back at the boy in disbelief.

But Chen Yan laughed unreservedly, and said, "I'm in F1, come back to see my brother while I'm alive." He didn't seem to know the

pain, he got slapped and didn't retreat, he went back to his mother and said : "Maybe soon I will go down and admit my mistake to my brother personally. You really don't need to do this."

"You! You—" Liang Qinghe was trembling with anger from his son, and was speechless for a long time.

The young man's attitude was a little too disobedient, and Xie Yumeng couldn't help shouting at him: "Chen Yan! Please don't say a few words." "

Aunt Liang, you know, Xiao Yan is also uncomfortable, and he deliberately scolded him." Immediately, The woman comforted Chen's mother, "He just doesn't want to see you standing in the cemetery, let's go back first, let him confess his mistakes to Xi Chuan." Liang Qinghe wanted to say something, but

Xie Yumeng forced her to leave.

She should love this former daughter-in-law-to-be very much, but she finally listened to the persuasion and did not stay to fight the war.

The backs of the two women gradually drifted away, Song Zhicai stood facing the young man, and asked him: "Chen Yan, are you okay?"

Chen Yan looked down at her, and laughed at himself lightly: "As you can see, there is something wrong with me, a sinner. What's wrong?"

Song Zhi was stunned.

The boy's attitude and words were telling her: he was really related to Chen Xichuan's death.

The matter was more complicated, and it seemed to lead to a direction that had nothing to do with Zhou Yichan, but she felt even more uncomfortable in her heart.

She watched the boy squat down, pour half a bottle of wine in front of the stele, and pour the half bottle down with his head up.

He patted the tombstone, like patting his brother's shoulder. Then, he turned his head and asked her, "Do you hate me?"

Song Zhi was speechless. She stared at the boy without blinking, with surprise and pain, but no hatred.

She discovered: Just as she did not believe that Zhou Yichan would be the executioner, at this moment, she also did not believe that Chen Yan would be the one who killed his brother.

"I—"

"Forget it."

Just as Song Zhi spoke, Chen Yan interrupted: "Hate me."

After saying that, the young man turned around and left, leaving her alone on Banpo.

Song Zhi didn't catch up, turned around and stared at Chen Xichuan's photo for a while.

Until everyone had left, only Zhou Yan was still waiting for her in the car at the bottom of the slope. She took out her mobile phone to check, but there was still no message from Zhou Yichan.

In the end, she had no choice but to leave, and went to Chen's house with Zhou Yan.

The Chen family is not far from Chen Xichuan's cemetery, less than 20 minutes' drive away. It is a detached five-storey villa, just separated from the Zhou family at both ends of Haishi.

Going up from the garage, Song Zhi found that compared with the cemetery, the number of people invited to the Chen family was directly reduced by two-thirds.

She didn't know most of them, so she searched for Chen Yan in the villa to avoid revealing the truth.

About Chen Xichuan, about his question just now, she has a lot to say to the boy.

However, after going around several floors, Song Zhi was familiar with the layout of the villa, but he didn't find Chen Yan.

Instead, I saw many objects related to Chen Xichuan everywhere in the room. His photos, his awards and medals, his photography work... Even the utensils he used are labeled.

Maybe it was put on purposely at the commemoration meeting, but somehow, Song Zhi still felt a little weird.

It was clearly a family with two sons, but apart from the belongings of the deceased eldest son, there was no trace of the life of the other teenager.

Unable to find Chen Yan, Song Zhi carefully observed everything related to Chen Xichuan.

He should have been excellent since he was a child, and his awards are all A grades; he seems to have studied abroad in a business school in the UK, participated in the debate team, likes hiking and fishing, and has adopted a puppy; He looks like a very handsome young man who loves life.

After reading these, Song Zhi could understand Zhou Yichan's admiration for Chen Xichuan.

It's not so incredible for a sensitive little girl to fall in love with a sunny and gentle big brother.

It's just that I don't know why she is so secretive.

"Xiaochan."

While meditating, Xie Yumeng called her from the wooden stairs, "Aunt Liang is going to show the video of Xichuan, come and watch it together?"

Song Zhi agreed without hesitation: "Yeah."

They came to the most spacious living room , close half of the curtains and leave the other half for the setting sun to fall.

The curtain of the projector was lowered, and after the camera shook for a while, a close-up of Chen Xichuan's face appeared.

He pointed the camera at himself and said, "Today is the first day of July, and I'm about to start my graduation trip. Let me introduce the donkey friends of this trip—" The camera switches to the rear, and the clear and clear voice of the young man rang out again

:

"Senior Xie Yumeng, who is both beautiful and intelligent, and future F1 racing driver Chen Yan."

"Who is the kid?" Chen Yan, who was only in junior high school in the video, protested with a stinky face, "Reintroduction!"

"Stinky kid , don't waste time."

At this moment, Xie Yumeng stretched out her hand to rotate the camera, aimed at her and the little girl beside her and said, "Now I would like to introduce the great painter of the future, Mr. Yichan." The little girl blushed and turned her head: "Sister Yumeng, don't make fun of me

... ..."

Zhou Yichan's embarrassing look was very cute, but Song Zhi was startled, but didn't care to appreciate it.

She suddenly realized that the "graduation trip" mentioned in the video was most likely the trip where Chen Xichuan's accident happened, and Zhou Yichan herself was actually among them!

So, could the truth that I have been looking for for a long time be in this video?