Li Yiming turned all the previous scene dialogues out in his mind.

He recalled in his mind almost word by word, picture by picture, and even a change in tone.

It seems that something is wrong, and it seems that something is wrong.

The more he couldn't find any answers, the more empty his heart became, there were tears in his eyes, sweat on his head, the night breeze was very cold, he only felt that his body was very cold and cold, so cold that people couldn't help but tremble.

"Yiming, you... Go and rest, here......" Li Jianguo walked over and pressed his son's shoulder, and he could feel the little shoulder without any flesh under his clothes, as well as the slight trembling of his body.

Li Jianguo's heart is also aching, for the old man he has never seen on the other end of the phone, an old revolutionary who has sacrificed his life and forgot to die several times for the revolution, and for Zhao Hongjun, this son who wants to make some achievements to show his father, and for the sake of his own son in front of him......

He... Their grief, Li Jianguo can feel, the death of relatives, that kind of pain, is in the bones!

"Here, leave it to me......" Li Jianguo nudged him gently.

Li Yiming walked to the opposite room in a daze, Mu Ran walked to the balcony, sat on the ground, hugged his knees and shrunk into a ball, his head was tightly pressed against his knees, and his tears were wet, but he couldn't help crying.

The night wind gradually became stronger, blowing on his body, and it was all cold.

In the opposite room, Li Jianguo silently lit a cigarette and handed it to Zhao Hongjun.

Zhao Hongjun took it blankly, and coughed with only one puff.

Li Jianguo sighed in his heart and comforted Zhao Hongjun softly, but he didn't know what to say to truly relieve that grief, because he had also felt this kind of feeling, more than once.

Mid-Autumn Festival, there are more than 20 days left to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, this is the day of family reunion, and the death of a family member will make this festival a sad anniversary forever.

Everyone dies, grieving for those who love them, leaving behind countless regrets.

Li Yiming wiped away his tears, raised his head, and looked at the night sky, the moon had not yet appeared, and the bright stars had not yet become dim under the moonlight.

Starlight, brilliant.

The starry sky on this summer night is so beautiful, the starlight is dotted in the distant darkness, Li Yiming looked deeply, the thoughts in his mind floated and faded little by little, it was a feeling that could make people dizzy and lost, just like the lightness and heaviness that all life can't bear.

There was the brightest star there, but it wasn't actually the brightest, maybe just because it was the most recent, like Grandpa Zhao.

He knew that the stars were far away, and that their distance from him was measured in light years.

Light-year, that's a fragile word.

Those stars, which are much larger than the Sun in the universe, are so far away from the Earth, so far from humanity.

Their light traveled a long time to come to Earth and be seen by themselves, and when it was seen, hundreds of thousands of years had passed, and when we saw it, the star might have lost its light, cooled and dimmed.

So these lights, do they know the meaning of their own running?

In the distant sky, Li Yiming saw a meteor passing by, but it was just the light emitted by the combustion of the meteorite after rubbing against the atmosphere, and it did not really represent anyone's death.

But Grandpa Zhao's sudden death made Li Yiming feel suddenly lonely and cold.

Is there a will standing in my way?

In the eastern sky, half a moon shadow has already faintly appeared, and after a while, the starlight will fade, not because they are not bright enough, but because they are too far away.

In five hours, the sun will rise, and the stars will still be there, but their light will be obscured by a more powerful light.

Unconsciously, Li Yiming's tears were no longer flowing, he looked up at the starry sky, and slowly watched the starlight in the sky dim into shadows in the moonlight.

He shivered slightly, it was so cold.

The last quarter moon slowly brightened in the sky, and the night became less hazy.

"The manager... We have set it up, do you want to take a look?" Fu Yuanjia walked quickly to the door, and he could see three people at both ends, but it turned out that Comrade Yiming was not in this room and became his father.

And the manager, as if he had just cried.

He subconsciously took a step back.

"Xiaofu, come here. Zhao Hongjun wiped away his tears and shouted.

"Manager, what's wrong?What's wrong?" An ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart, it couldn't be something big in Hangzhou!

"My father has just passed away, I may have to visit him tomorrow, I will arrange the work tonight, you guys will get things done. ”

Fu Yuanjia's heart tightened.

"I'll help with that!" Li Yiming appeared at the door, his face wet red.

Zhao Hongjun pursed his lips and nodded: "I know, I know ......"

Fu Yuanjia trembled his lips slightly, he hadn't digested this fact yet, it wasn't Hangcheng, it was the manager's father who had passed away?

Over the years, old revolutionaries have passed away, but this one around me has also gone?

Every time we lose one, it's as if we've lost something very important in our hearts, and we can't explain it clearly...... But the road ahead began to become more and more confused, and I began to not know how to go...... Like, it seems like that......

Looking at the tears on Zhao Hongjun's face and the red corners of his eyes, Fu Yuanjia didn't know if he should open his mouth to comfort, and patted his shoulder gently......?

And he doesn't know how to say such comforting words, is it normal to be born, old, sick, and die? No one likes to hear this.

To say that you don't have to be sad that you have this day too is too ugly to hear.

Fu Yuanjia wished that he hadn't come up.

"Let's go down and see how you guys are arranged?!"

Zhao Hongjun took a breath, and when he went outside, he patted Li Yiming on the shoulder when he passed by, "Yiming, help me take care of them tomorrow, I promised in front of the old man, I have to do it well, he didn't give me time to ......"

Speaking of this, his nose suddenly became sour again, and he held back his tears and put his arm on Li Yiming's shoulder: "Go!"

Li Jianguo sighed.

"I'm looking here!" Fu Yuanjia hurriedly stood at the door, so that he could guard the two rooms at the same time.

Zhao Hongjun strode forward, putting his arm around Li Yiming's shoulder, Li Jianguo followed behind, and the footsteps on the quiet aisle were not light or heavy, but with a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

The main building of Binfan is a cuboid, with three stairs in it, and the nearest staircase is ten meters away from the manager's room.

Walking to the stairs on the second floor and about to go down, Li Yiming suddenly paused and looked at a room.

Zhao Hongjun looked at his movements a little strangely: "What?"

Li Yiming listened attentively, listened again, and gestured downstairs.

Zhao Hongjun and Li Jianguo felt that there was a situation at the same time, because Yiming, this child, is never simple!