In the summer of 1994, it was raining, and the air was mixed with astringent fishy and musty smells.

This kind of weather made Lin Zihao a little bored.

He didn't know why, although there were still more than ten days to take the college entrance examination, but he couldn't read the book very much, the class had already stopped, and he stayed in the classroom full of a girl, and there was always an inexplicable restlessness in his heart, thinking about whether to find time to go to Hongshan to get a trip.

After school, Lin Zihao and Huo Xiaoguang walked out of the school gate with umbrellas, waved goodbye, and when they turned around, they heard Huo Xiaoguang calling at him: "Hao, your dad is here to pick you up!" Lin Zihao turned his head and saw his father's car parked across the street, so he walked over, but when he was halfway there, he saw Zhang Yunqi walking down from his father's car.

Lin Zihao stopped, he couldn't figure out what his father had to do with this Zhang Yunqi, until Zhang Yunqi walked away, he ran over and knocked on the car window: "Dad." ”

The car window quickly rolled down, revealing Lin Yongqiang's face, but his face was dead and white, there was an indescribable decadence, and the hand holding the cigarette seemed to be shaking, Lin Zihao had never seen his father's appearance, and asked, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, maybe I didn't rest last night, okay, it's out of school?" Lin Yongqiang's face barely showed a smile, and then patted the seat next to him: "Get in the car, what do you want to eat tonight?"

As soon as Lin Zihao got in the car, he said, "How is the seafood in the Nanhai fishing village?" By the way, Dad, why is Zhang Yunqi in your car? Do you know him?"

Lin Yongqiang hit the steering wheel and said, "Yes." ”

Lin Zihao was a little surprised: "How did you know him?"

Lin Yongqiang said: "Why are you asking about this?"

Lin Zihao said: "Just ask casually." ”

Lin Yongqiang smiled and took two puffs of cigarette: "If only I just ask casually, you and Zhang Yunqi about it, you can't hide it from me, I can guess it, you hate him, you feel very uncomfortable when you see him in my car, it's all because of that first meeting, right?"

Speaking of this, Lin Yongqiang lit a cigarette, but the smile on his face had an indescribable decadence: "If it was before, I would say that this is your classmate, you should have a good relationship with him, compete harmoniously, and get along with each other." Now, I don't want to talk this nonsense, you won't listen to it, child, stubborn, naïve, understandable, but can I ask you to promise me one thing?"

"What?"

Lin Yongqiang reached out and touched Lin Zihao's head: "In the past, I advised you to stay away from the first meeting, but now, I beg you to stay away from the first meeting." ”

"Why?"

"Don't ask why, there aren't so many whys in this world. You have time to go back to your hometown during the summer vacation to see what the young people of your age in the village eat every day and dig in the soil. But has anyone told them why they were born with such a fate?" Lin Yongqiang's tone was a little heavier, he just didn't want to tell his son that Zhang Yunqi's background power and net worth in Jiangchuan were not something they could afford to provoke. It is said that there are eighteen floors of underground hell, but what about the aboveground? maybe more than one hundred and eighty. This may be too cruel for a child, but is Lin Zihao still a child? Zhang Yunqi is one year younger than him.

Lin Yongqiang looked at the dripping rain outside the window, and his heart was mixed, this son will never grow up, proud and conceited in his heart, looking at problems one-sidedly and simply and directly, Zhang Yunqi's calmness and introvertedness can't be learned, but 18-year-old young people should also learn to face reality.

Thinking like this, Lin Yongqiang said to Lin Zihao, who seemed to be a little emotional: "Do you know? I have always wanted to be like other parents, personally send you into the examination room on the day of the college entrance examination, and then wait for you outside the school gate with your mother to come out of the examination room, and celebrate together as a family." ”

Lin Zihao said: "What is this? On the day of the college entrance examination, you and my mother will come together." ”

Lin Yongqiang smiled and dusted off his cigarette ashes: "Maybe not, I'm going to go on a long trip." ”

Lin Zihao was stunned: "Where are you going?"

Lin Yongqiang said: "In prison." ”

Friday night is the ascension ceremony of the first roc.

Zhang Yunqi took a day off, and many students in Class 156 also took leave. The head teacher Wang Mingzhen came, and Ji Ling also came. There were many tables set up in the auditorium of Hongshan Lane that night, and the atmosphere was warm and sad.

Before the banquet, Yang Wei knocked melon seeds to Wang Xiaokai and said: "I used to hear others say that it was very difficult to see home for the first time, but this time, I really can't say it, hey...... In short, it's not easy. ”

At this time, the fat man Tian Zhuangzhuang said mysteriously: "I heard others say in school that the first time I saw my father in a car accident, it was related to him winning the lottery, and it was Lin Zihao and his father who sold lottery tickets, which is really strange." ”

Kaizi glanced at him: "Salted radish is not worried." Don't people still have our boss Zhang? On the border of Jiangchuan, what can't be settled?"

Zhang Yunqi felt a pain when he heard this, he didn't want such gossip to spread around the school, it would have a bad impact on him, and he would be even more unfriendly to the first meeting, he knocked on his rice bowl and said: "Kaizi, don't break your mouth too much, you'd better close it tightly, don't spread a little all over the city." Serve, eat!"

After eating, when the festival was raised in the evening, the small courtyard of the first house was full of people, the first time I saw the mother and daughter kneeling in front of the mourning hall, it was the cadres of Hongshan Lane who read the memorial text, he spoke in a half-earth, half-ocean Jiangchuan tone, singing the life deeds of Chu Dapeng, like a ghost screaming.

It was not until the second half of the night that the ascension ceremony ended, and relatives and friends boarded the temporary card table, and sent Chu Dapeng on his last journey in the sound of laughter and playing cards with melon seeds.

He was to be buried the next day.

Despite the heavy rain, but the road is still full of villagers who can't see the end, sixteen people carry the coffin, moving slowly in the heavy rain, the top of the coffin stands an old man riding a white crane, swaying in the wind and rain, every time the rod is changed, a plain white first sight holds the posthumous image, pulling the ignorant original heart kneeling in the rain and kowtowing, suona on the mud road mournfully sounding, suona stopped, drums and cymbals sounded, echoing for a long time in the continuous fog and heavy rain.

Out of Hongshan Lane, the coffin was loaded into the car and pulled directly to Wangxianling Jiangchuan Xiangshan Cemetery. This is an ordinary cemetery, which is generally used to bury the ashes of ordinary people, but as long as you have money, you can also choose a coffin for burial in the tomb.

When the burial was carried out, the heavy rain had subsided for a while.

The second large-scale ban on firecrackers in 1994 has not yet reached the small southern city of Jiangchuan, and everything is in accordance with the practice of a generation of burials in rural Shonan. Dingxian pinched the time, grabbed the rooster and cut it on the neck and threw it into the grave, after letting go of a firecracker, the first time he saw the statue jumping in to burn paper and kowtow, at that time the black clouds floating from the north were surging in the sky, the dying rooster was desperately struggling and jumping in the tomb, and the bright chicken blood was sprinkled all over the ground, sprinkled the first sight, everyone looked at her like this, and watched the girl shout three times in a row: Dad, rest in peace......

It was an ethereal voice, echoing in the empty and cold cemetery, no sadness, no pain, no hatred, and even Zhang Yunqi could not feel love, hatred, hatred, and anger in the world.

When the coffin fell, she was already kneeling in the muddy rain in front of the tomb, holding the statue, her head knocked to the ground, she seemed to smell the smell of earth, the breath from another world, with an astringent fishy smell and musty smell.