The next day, Xiao Fan visited the dead Rufeng's home again, which was his mother's residence in the urban area.
He said something like "I'm deeply sorry for Rufeng's death". In short, Xiao Fan was not good at this. His feelings could not be shown to others through facial expressions. In short, it looked like ordinary condolences and greetings.
Fortunately, Rufeng's mother was not too unhappy. After all, the two of them were good friends, and his mother knew this. Xiao Fan often went to Rufeng's house before.
"Auntie, I want to see the place where Rufeng last lived."
The aunt thought that Xiao Fan was still immersed in this bad state, and tried her best to comfort Xiao Fan.
"Let bygones be bygones." The aunt expressed a relieved tone. She was a kind mother, and her son left as soon as he left. She didn't want the living people to be tied down because of her son.
For her, it was something she couldn't get over.
But Xiao Fan himself refused to give up. He was determined and almost stubborn.
"I really want to see him and see him off for the last time." Xiao Fan's eyes indeed revealed his sincere remembrance of his best friend.
"Okay." Auntie knew that no matter how much she said, it would be useless. She walked to the corridor and took out a bunch of keys from the towering shoe cabinet.
"There's no need to return it." After handing the key to Xiao Fan's hand, her aunt whispered this sentence. Xiao Fan didn't know the true meaning of this sentence for the time being. Did she not want to let the sad past soak in?
Or does she realistically want this house to belong to Xiao Fan?
I don't know, I don't know. He doesn't want to know either. He just wants to see it. He just wants to see it.
After driving eight kilometers, Xiao Fan arrived at Rufeng's former residence in the western suburbs.
To be precise, this should be a villa that their family bought in the suburbs. Although it is in a remote location, the price is still reasonable. The villa is a single-family house, and at least the building that can be seen nearby is still a mile away from here. This villa is
The house is also a Western-style building, but with a few hints of Mediterranean simplicity. The roof is a sloping triangle, but the lines are more angular, and the colors are warm, with bright yellow and blue as the main colors.
The vegetation coverage rate near the house is also quite high. Fifty steps further in front of the house is a small forest, if it can be called a forest. Because from the front of the house, it looks like you are entering a forest, and the deeper you go in, the smaller the forest becomes.
Add darkness.
Xiao Fan walked to the door, inserted the key into the keyhole, twisted it twice, and the door opened silently, which proved that the quality of the door was quite good. There was no sign of aging. After all, it had only been lonely here for a short time.
Stepping into the house, Xiao Fan felt that the house was colder than ever before. There were few furnishings in the house, the living facilities and supplies were very simple, and there was only a pan and a kettle in the kitchen.
Rufeng seemed to have clearly ended his short life in this empty house, without any signs or wandering love; everything was like a lonely maple leaf falling outside the window. Standing in the kitchen, looking at the pictures on the wall
Something like a wall pipe clinging to the wall reminded him of the scene of the wind ending in his mind. Although this was just an unconscious imaginary scene in his mind, Xiao Fan felt that he was present at that time, as if he was there in person.
How should he feel when he died?!
Or rather - there is another reason? This chapter has been completed!