Looking at the pale face, paralyzed body, and dull eyes of the "ghost brother", the boss was so frightened that he kept shaking next to him, shouting: Liu Guixian - Xiao Liu - Liu Guixian - Xiao Liu - Maybe it was the boss's shaking that made his frozen body move, and his blood was churning, or maybe it was the boss's shouts that woke up his deaf ears and autistic body, and his consciousness began to turmoil-

"Brother Ghost" staggered to his feet, his clothes wet with cold sweat, and staggered out of the door, heading straight for the river embankment. From a distance, I saw a bunch of figures gathered on the embankment at the confluence of the two rivers. "Brother Ghost" endured the pain in his heart and quickly ran towards the crowd.

When he was about to walk in, "Brother Ghost" saw Mr. Zhang sitting on the overgrown shore through the gap in the crowd, sobbing softly. Xiao Jun and his cousin, standing on the mudflats full of messy footprints, watched a wooden boat, exploring the river with a long pole in the nearby waters. On the way to the river, he still didn't want to believe what the boss said, and he was a little lucky, but after arriving at the scene, he saw Mr. Zhang and the scene on the river, which made him convinced.

Weakly pushing aside the crowd, he staggered to Teacher Zhang, stood in front of her, and found out in the fingers of everyone that Teacher Zhang was holding a middle-aged woman of her age in his arms, crawling limply on her lap, disheveled, covered with stains, her hair scattered on her tear-stained face, revealing only two godless eyes looking at the black, surging river.

Teacher Zhang sat in the weeds on the shore, his clothes were also full of mud, constantly wiping his tears, and his mouth kept saying something to the woman in his arms. Seeing the "ghost brother" suddenly standing in front of him, he couldn't help but burst into tears, and a classmate came over, pulled him to the side, and whispered: That's Nanke's mother!

"Brother Ghost" came back to his senses, but he fell into another kind of grief, and tears couldn't help but flow. In his hazy eyes, he was like a flat boat on the river in the distance, hit by the fluctuating river water, and it hurt until it hit the crack, and the river slowly filled, and the hull and heavy weight pulled him step by step to the deep bottom of the river; it was difficult to breathe, and the weightless body only felt like it was falling, allowing the surging undercurrent to beat back and forth—

The moist, sticky air, like an invisible cocoon, wraps people tightly inside, and the thin air suffocates people. "Brother Ghost" wiped away the tears on his face, and suddenly saw a budding summer lotus, which was held out by the huge emerald green lotus leaves from the river, and after shaking beautifully, it slowly bloomed on the emerald green and crystal lotus leaves, The white and flawless petals are in the reflection of the glow, ruddy and transparent, and the light yellow tender stamens are swaying in the dancing petals, making the cold river noisy, brilliant and dazzling, and fragrant——

When the fragrance overflowed the embankment, the limp Nan Ke's mother crawled and rolled to the shore, kneeling in the muddy mud and holding the blooming petals, warm and moving, tender stamens hanging dew, dripping and dripping, wisps of fragrance, into the heart and spleen - Teacher Zhang choked and helped Nan Ke's mother, Xiaojun handed a white cloth sheet to "Ghost Brother", "Ghost Brother" Carefully, gently wrap the lotus incense, wrap the slim and graceful, graceful and graceful demeanor, wrap the flawless into the white, can't bear to let the slightest, a smile in this endless river, the foul-smelling silt poured and stopped - the plain wrapped branches are surrounded by everyone, in the baptism of tears, quietly take the last train of the day, bloom like fire, melt the heavy branches of the pull, white and transparent, powder moist, soar up, fragrant and sprinkled, straight to the hearts of the people, into the heart, into the heart, coagulated into blood, into the whole body -

Speechless and choked, heavy steps, returning along the river, the street lights are on, the pedestrians are bustling, and the heart is clear. At the gate of the city, everyone dispersed silently, Teacher Zhang took Nanke's mother, "Ghost Brother", Xiaojun and his cousin followed behind, and walked towards the "fertile soil" with only a trace of laughter and a wisp of fragrance in the eyes of everyone. At the gate of the community, Teacher Zhang's mournful voice was knotted in her throat, and she couldn't make a sound, so she could only wave her hand to them, signaling them all to go back, and she would go up with her!

Standing on the side of the street, looking at the old man and walking awkwardly, Nanke's mother disappeared into the dim light with the support of Teacher Zhang. The three of them didn't know where to go, the noisy crowd, the chaotic street shops, there was no space for people to vent and release, they wandered on the middle road of the city for a long time, and could only walk towards the city.

My cousin quietly approached the shop at the door, carrying something in his arms, and chased after him with his head down, the full moon hanging high illuminated the empty campus, and the dim street lamps were a hundred times inferior in the moonlight, like lost fireflies faintly lit. The three of them walked on the high platform, exhausted and speechless, leaning on the column of the Wangjiang Pavilion, looking at the river water that also exudes a cold and cold light in the distance, reluctant to give up day and night, regardless of the world's feelings, let it flow eastward arrogantly and self-consciously.

"Brother Ghost" looked at the "Wangjiang Pavilion", a familiar place, as if he could still smell the fragrance left in the past, the former talking by the pillar, the former cynicism, the former frolic, the once - only the once, the fragrance of the past, the charm and diversity of the past - the cousin sat on the steps, carefully took out three bottles of wine from the bulging clothes, put them on the ground, emitted a cold green light under the reflection of the moonlight, and each picked up a bottle, as if the irrepressible grief turned into strength, and bit off the bottle cap fiercely, He threw the bottle cap at the rushing river, and a flirtatious sound sounded on the flower path in the distance.

"Brother Ghost" raised his head and took a sip, a taste that was difficult to swallow, without the previous sweetness, all bitterness wriggled and seeped into the taste buds, and couldn't help but gush up from the internal organs, turned around and poured out a mouthful, tears couldn't stop flowing quietly;

"Brother Ghost" choked up and asked with tears in his voice: Xiaojun-cousin-what the hell is going on?Both of them were speechless, only sighing and shuttling through the huge space. "Brother Ghost" wiped the tears from his face, picked up the wine bottle, took a sip, still bitter, endured the pain and pain, swallowed slowly, and said softly: I haven't seen her for a long time-

Xiaojun said in a low voice: I haven't seen it for a long time, since the last time I saw it in Brother Nan's computer room, and I haven't seen it since then--my cousin lowered his head, "Hey-" and said: I've seen it a few times, every time I joke with her, I just look at me and smile, and leave with a heavy heart-"Brother Ghost" looked up at the distant sky, the thick clouds churned back and forth before the full moon, and the sky and the earth began to flicker-