This is a cemetery near the city. Because it was not yet Qingming Festival, there was no one in the cemetery and it was very quiet. Ji Xiao parked his car casually on the side of the road and took Ding Wei in.

The old man was cleaning the fallen leaves at the door. When they entered, the old man just looked up at them, but ignored him and continued to sweep the floor.

After Ji Xiao entered the cemetery, his whole expression changed. His steps were light, and there were only a very subtle sound when he landed on the ground, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone. This made Ding Wei a little nervous and he also let his steps lighter. No matter how he walked, there was no sound.

Ji Xiao is very familiar with this place, and he takes him in rows of rows of graves, walking slowly in the tombstones. Ding Wei has never been to the cemetery. He has only been to the cemetery a long time ago. He has a bad impression and the smell of death is everywhere. But the cemetery is completely different. It looks very similar to a park, clean and tidy, and the air is also good. He thinks it is a good thing to lie here and bask in the sun.

He walked to one of the rows and stopped before Ji Xiao stopped in front of a tombstone.

Ding Wei came to him and looked at the monument. The photo on it was a boy who looked young and his name was Cui Yuanhang. He looked at the date above and calculated it in his heart. He was 17 years old and thought it was a bit wrong. His calculations were always very poor, so he calculated it again, and it was still 17.

"17 years old?" He glanced at Ji Xiao and asked in a low voice.

"Yes," Ji Xiao nodded, squatted down in front of the monument, and gently wiped the photo of his hand, "I was not 17 years old when I died, and I was two months away..."

Ding Wei and Ji Xiao squatted down beside him, thought for a while and then sat directly on the ground. The moment he approached Ji Xiao, he felt a certain emotion in Ji Xiao's heart, which had never been before.

This indescribable sadness made Ding Wei look at Ji Xiao in surprise, but Ji Xiao couldn't see anything on his face, and he was very calm.

In Ding Wei's eyes, Ji Xiao always gave people the impression that he was a carefree and good man, not angry or anxious, and always smiled and spoke, but he didn't expect that he would have another emotion hidden so deeply.

"Is this what friend you call?" Ding Wei felt a little depressed because he felt Ji Xiao's emotions.

"Well, Yuanhang, we are both young children," Ji Xiao smiled and sat down. "The kindergarten is just a mess, known as the black and white evil spirits."

Ding Wei took a look at Cui Yuanhang's photo, then looked at Ji Xiao. Cui Yuanhang was quite white, Ji Xiao's skin was wheat-colored, and he held his chin: "You are Heisha, are you?"

"That's right," Ji Xiao laughed, smiled for a while and sighed softly, "But this kid is much wilder than me."

Ding Wei didn't know how Ji Xiao laughed. He almost suspected that he felt that he was not Ji Xiao's emotions. He stared at Ji Xiao strangely for a while, but didn't say anything.

A strange person, he was obviously very uncomfortable, but he still laughed.

"We would soak a piece of it during the holidays, climb trees and walls, and run around the countryside..." Ji Xiao leaned against the monument behind him, raised his head, narrowed his eyes and recalled the memories.

"How did he die?" Ding Wei interrupted him and asked directly.

Ji Xiao choked in his throat in the second half of the sentence, and his heart was blocked. It took him a long time to pat Ding Wei's shoulder: "You really don't know how to be tactful at all."

"Then..." Ding Wei followed Ji Xiao to twitch it in his heart. He didn't like this feeling, it was uncomfortable, but he didn't want to stop. He was a little curious about Ji Xiao's condition, but how could he be more tactful and he didn't know. After pausing for a while, he asked again carefully, "How did he die?"

"Have you ever been to the warehouse? It's so big, with a lot of bags piled up. I can't remember what it is. It's piled up like a hill, very soft," Ji Xiao looked at Cui Yuanhang's photo, his eyes a little fluttering, "We are especially willing to stay in that warehouse, climb up and lie down and chat. Usually no one will go in, it's very quiet."

Ding Wei looked at Ji Xiao and said slowly, wanting to continue asking, how did he die, but he bit his lip and didn't ask. Ji Xiao's sadness gradually spread over, and he had never experienced this discomfort that made him inexplicably cry.

"We discovered that warehouse in the first year of high school. Later, we spent most of our time in class," Ji Xiao still remembered the nervous and excited feeling when he and Cui Yuanhang sneaked into the warehouse, just like a secret base. "We went there almost every day during the winter vacation that year, and I don't know where there is so much to talk about, it's all about two years later..."

Ding Wei hugged his legs quietly, put his chin on his knees and listened. He rarely chatted with people and talked to Su Gui more, but he couldn't say a few words. He either didn't want to say anything or started a fight.

"One day it's very cold," Ji Xiao was silent for a while, as if recalling how cold it was that day. It took a long time to continue slowly, "It's so cold that the bones are frozen. I said it's better to cook the fire, it can be warmer. Yuanhang has a lighter on his body."

Ding Wei turned his head and looked at Ji Xiao. He could already guess the story behind him.

"We found a piece of iron to put it on the pile to make a fire," Ji Xiao's voice was a little dull, and he started to say a little harder, "Winter is dry, do you know, things are easy... We didn't pay attention to the Martians, and we only found out when we got up..."

"Run." Ding Wei interrupted. He was afraid of fire. If he hadn't been afraid of something happening to Ji Xiao, he would have gone away long ago.

Ji Xiao glanced at Ding Wei, pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Silly boy, how dare we run away at that time? We can catch the warehouse and set fire to death."

Ding Wei felt very uncomfortable. Ji Xiao’s smile was very reluctant. He felt a little distressed: “Stop laughing.”

"We want to put out the fire," Ji Xiao felt breathless every time he thought of this. If they hadn't thought about putting out the fire at that time, things might not have happened like they did later, or if he didn't ask for a fire to keep warm... Ji Xiao lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, "I found that the fire was not big, and I always felt that it would be wiped out by slapping it with a few strokes."

It turned out that it was not shot.

Ji Xiao withdrew his gaze and landed on the tip of his shoes. When Ding Wei touched his legs, he found Ji Xiao trembling. He wanted to comfort Ji Xiao, but he didn't know what to do. He hadn't experienced this. A man trembled in front of him because of sadness.

Very sad.

"The fire was very burning, and it was just a touch, and it burned into pieces in a short while," Ji Xiao continued to say for a while, and his fingers were tapping lightly on the ground, "When we jumped off the pile, the pile collapsed."

Ding Wei sat up straight, stretched for a long time before slowly returning to the position of lying on his knees and biting his lip.

"He pushed me and pushed me away. I fell quite far. When I got up and looked back... I couldn't see him anymore. He was pressed under the stack," Ji Xiao pressed the corner of his eyes, his voice hoarse, "I was so angry."

"I want to go back to find him, but it's hard to get close to me. My clothes are also on my body, but I can hear his voice," Ji Xiao sniffed, raised his head and stared at the sky in a daze, "I really want to get him out..."

"What happened later?" Although Ding Wei had already known the ending, he still couldn't help asking.

"Later, someone came and someone dragged me out, but he didn't come out." Ji Xiao tried his best to control his voice. He still remembered the last sentence Cui Yuanhang said to him in the fire.

Brother, run.

Ji Xiao touched the photo of his hand. After that, he never mentioned this matter to others. He was always suppressed by himself and pretended to have forgotten it, but he would always think of it inadvertently in the next few years.

After posting the photo for a while, he felt that he was in a better mood, and then he remembered that there had been no sound around Ding Wei. Ji Xiao turned his head, Ding Wei was still holding his legs before, looking at him steadily, with two tears on his face.

"No," Ji Xiao was a little surprised and hurried over and hugged Ding Wei's shoulder, "I haven't cried yet, why are you crying?"

Ding Wei frowned. He kept holding back his eyes and didn't want to cry. When Ji Xiao hugged him, he burst into tears, and the sound was loud. He closed his eyes and rubbed into Ji Xiao's arms, crying so hard that he couldn't even explain: "It's so uncomfortable..."

Ji Xiao no longer cared about Cui Yuanhang. He felt that he had just said such a thing and was not very touching. How could he make this child cry?

I originally wanted Ding Wei to know what friends are and what feelings are, but I didn’t expect Ding Wei to react like this.

Is this medicine so violent?

"Don't cry, you," Ji Xiao hugged Ding Wei a little in a hurry, patting his back gently, "I would have known that I wouldn't tell you about this... It's been several years since this matter, don't feel uncomfortable, it's all over."

It took Ding Wei a little a little while, but he still sobbed, rubbing Ji Xiao's chest soaked. Ji Xiao pinched his chin and raised his face for a while, then looked at his chest: "Damn, you're crying."

"Shut up!" Ding Wei was stunned for a moment, pushed Ji Xiao away, pulled up his clothes and rubbed his face randomly.

"Actually, it's not a good idea to bring you here today to tell you about this," Ji Xiao took out his pocket for a while, took out a pack of tissues and threw them in front of Ding Wei. "You said you repair your tail every day, right? You've been repairing human figures for so many years, but..."

Ding Wei pulled a tissue to cover his face, leaving only a pair of eyes staring at Ji Xiao.

"But you always have the same attitude as you usually do, why do you try to cultivate a human form? Why do you want a human form? You just have a black cat and you just need a tail and you're done?" Ji Xiao asked in a series of questions.

This time Ding Wei was annoyed by his hundred thousand whys, and he was stunned by Ji Xiao's question.

"Look, why do monsters have humans?" Ji Xiao squatted and moved forward. "Because humans have rich feelings. If you are really a nine-tailed cat, do you understand why you want to help people realize their wishes?"

"I don't know." Ding Wei answered honestly, sniffing, his eyes still filled with tears, and he looked at Ji Xiao in confusion.

Because it was M. He remembered Su Gui's words.

"Because of kindness, love, what," Ji Xiao thought for a while. He was not very good at enlightening people. He said it very hard, and he didn't know if Ding Wei could understand. "Do you understand? Apart from practicing tails, as a person, these are normal emotions. You don't even feel these things. It doesn't make sense to repair ninety tails."

"What does that have to do with me going to school?" Ding Wei asked with a nasal voice and a little dissatisfied.

"You are so old, isn't it normal to go to school? The best way to integrate into humans is to go to school," Ji Xiao stood up and patted the dust on his pants. "Life is incomplete without school, life is incomplete without friends, life is incomplete without yourself, the world is incomplete, how about this summary, it's enough."

Ding Wei slowly stood up, Ji Xiao's words were much more straightforward than those of uncles and Lu Kuan. He seemed to be able to understand something, but it was not very clear.

He carefully wiped his face clean and walked out slowly behind Ji Xiao: "I'm crying for the first time."

"Is that right?" Ji Xiao raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Actually, I really didn't understand why you were crying. I just wanted you to know what kind of feelings are."

"I can feel that when you are sad," Ding Wei raised his face, "You think it's all you wrong, right?"

"Well, yes," Ji Xiao felt ache in his heart, and he hugged Ding Wei's shoulders, "Let's go, it's dark and you haven't eaten yet."

When Ji Xiao started the motorcycle, Ding Wei leaned forward and still hugged his waist as usual. He whispered in his ear: "But you didn't mean it, he won't blame you."

"...Thank you." Ji Xiao turned his head and smiled. He didn't expect Ding Wei to say such a sentence. He could hear that this was Ding Wei's comfort, and he felt that it was not easy for Ding Wei to say such words.

Ji Xiao’s smile this time was gone, and the haze and barely before. Ding Wei seemed to be smiling very well.

I like to see Ji Xiao smile like this, without sadness, and a gentle smile.

Ding Wei was a little fascinated by the sight, and without thinking too much, he leaned over and kissed Ji Xiao seriously on his face.

Ding Wei's lips were moist and soft. Ji Xiao's whole body was stiffened by the over-electricity feeling on his face. He even buzzed in his mind. He was kissed in the face intently by a teenage boy. He couldn't say this feeling, but he was a little dizzy.

"What are you doing?" Ji Xiao asked for a long time.

Ding Wei didn't seem to understand why he reacted, and put his chin on his shoulder: "Kiss you a little."

"You always suddenly have relatives?" Ji Xiao touched his face, and the kiss felt that he was still. He looked calm and calm, and deeply felt the difficulty of communicating between people and cats.

"It's the first time."
Chapter completed!