29

Fifteen years later

The weather was fine. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBlue sky, white clouds, green trees and flowers. The meadow is littered with fragrant pine cones and vibrant mushrooms. Squirrels are bouncing in the trees and wild deer are frolicking in the grass. Leaves caress grave sweepers' cheeks, and flowers touch people's trouser legs. If it weren't for the pile of tombstones in the east and the west, people would think that this place is undoubtedly a secluded botanical garden.

In front of the solitary tomb there is a very luxurious tomb. Next to the grave is a gold paper with flowers and wreaths. The tombstone is marble, tall and large, and the inscriptions on it are also golden. A marble fence is erected in front of the tombstone, which decorates the tomb like the owner's private courtyard, and even the ground is paved with marble slabs, which is clean.

It's the height of summer, and the breeze is mixed with a hint of heat. The small leaves beside the tomb followed the restlessness, swaying and clumsy movements, as if trying to amuse the old man sleeping in the tomb.

The hot breeze swayed Ruoqing's thin skirt, and strands of hair were fluttering. Click, tears fell one by one among the weeds on the ground.

Ruoqing stood in front of the lonely grave, like a living dead, and did not move.

After a long time, the flowers in his hand were slowly placed in front of the grave.

"Dad, I'm here. ”

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As soon as the voice fell, she seemed to have suddenly broken her waist and immediately knelt down. The white dress was soon stamped with blood-red dots. The dry branches on the dirt pierced her knees mercilessly, and this pain had nothing to do with Ruoqing.

Tears flowed down with the stem, and the wind around them suddenly stopped, and the branches stopped shaking.

"Dad, Xiao Ruoqing has come to see you...... Daddy......"

"Dad, do the bullfrogs here make you noisy at night? They must be annoying. ”

It's been 7 years, and if Qingru doesn't matter where he is, how far away he is, he will rush back to this town on the day of the Shaoyang Festival. 7 years, rain or shine.

Ruoqing wanted to say something to his father, but was robbed of his attention by the luxurious tomb next door. She fixed her eyes on the luxurious tomb next to her father's grave, the gold paper scattered on the ground, symbolizing the authority of the wealthy family. Even if it falls into the ground, it is all wealth. That huge wreath, how atmospheric. And the flowers I brought to my father every year were only one-sixth of that big wreath. The branches of the trees beside the great grave were extraordinarily thick. It turns out that plants are also as snobbish as people! She remembered Mr. Lao She's "Crescent Moon" that she had seen when she was a child.

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Yes, I saw the crescent moon again, a hook of light gold with a little chill. How many times, I have seen the same crescent moon as the current one, how many times. It carries all kinds of different feelings, all kinds of different scenes, and when I sit down to look at it, it hangs obliquely on the blue clouds in my memory again and again.

It awakened Han Yuerong's memory, like a gust of evening wind blowing through a sleepy flower.

On the floor of the dormitory for female workers in the reformatory home, Han Yuerong, a lonely prostitute, looked at the crescent moon outside the window, she had a lot of thoughts. When he was a child, his deceased father was carried away in a broken coffin. The terrible cry of her mother at the funeral is still fresh in her memory.

Yes, the lavish tomb also awakens Yi Ruoqing's memory, like a gust of evening wind blowing through a sleepy lotus flower.

Yi Ruoqing, like Han Yuerong, a secret prostitute, looked at her father's grave, her heart was like a thousand knives, how many years have passed, this pain is still with him. The death of her father and the sad cry of her mother are in every inch of her skin, not a single cell, reminding her every day.

She crouched down and sat down on the dirt. The white skirt has already become embarrassed because of a little bit of blood red. Her heart was like a dead man, and her clothes had no feeling for her. Gently resting his head on the tombstone, as if snuggling up to his father's side. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, but she couldn't hold back the tears. A smooth stream was formed, flowing through the white face, hanging on the chin, looking white and clear, falling down, hitting the same white skirt. The breeze began to become gentle, slowly surrounding Yi Ruoqing. As soon as the thin hair began to fly,

Slowly swiped the words on the tombstone with both hands, according to Ruoqing's father - according to the tomb of Shaoyang.

Tears turned into sobs.

"Dad—"

"Dad, are you afraid of being alone down there?"

The sobbing turned into a silent cry.

"Dad—"

"Dad—"

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"Dad, I'm so scared alone, I'm so scared of ......"

"Dad-Ruoqing misses you so much!"

Her pain is not something that can be erased by a few tears.

"Dad, there is no pity in my life, but it is the life you gave me, and it is worthy of my respect. I don't want to let go, I can't just go to you. ”

"Dad—"

Ruoqing hugged the tombstone, his head was lowered, and he was about to be buried on the tombstone. If someone passes by, they will be scared and run away.

This mountain full of green, like a dynamite, ignites the atmosphere of slaughter in Yi Ruoqing's heart every year.

Spring came to the world, and the fields were dyed green, and Ruoqing liked this endless turquoise sea the most, which reminded her of her father's favorite sea, endless, full of mystery and opportunity. However, now I feel miserable. And it's every year, every spring. She began to hate the noise of the cicadas, and thought that the azaleas were too pitiful. She longs for the autumn of yellow flowers. She dreams that the cool autumn air will make her spiritual crystal and tranquil. But when autumn came, she felt too bleak. Qiu's murderous atmosphere didn't match her hatred, and she thought it was too light. The beauty of autumn is ripe, it is not as shy as spring, as open as summer, and as introverted as winter.

The beauty of autumn is sensible, it is not as charming as spring, as fiery as summer, and so subtle as winter.

Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season is as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, and as charming as winter.

The golden autumn sunshine is warm and tranquil, the autumn breeze in Dong Township is gentle and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious.

Maybe winter is right for her.

Whoever has fallen from abundance to poverty, from nobility to decline, then his feeling of the sinister heart and the cold state of the world will probably understand the deep pain of Yi Ruoqing at this time? Like a miasma, they worked hard to condense and gather, and then like a summer rain, they threw all their strength on her thin little body. It collides, it shatters, it diffuses, it expands, it shrinks, and it finally permeates space, and there is no light in the sky......

She lowered her head and stopped talking. No matter how many words he spoke, his father could not hear them.

There was a chilling silence all over the field.

She fell back into the dream.

Every year today, she spends a day with her father. In this mountainous wilderness, she felt sorry for her father. There is only the sound of the wind, only the insects, only the sun, and only the lonely green. Daddy must be lonely, he must be scared, he must miss me.

30

The endless sea appeared in her dream again.

As usual, Yi Shaoyang waited at the school gate on time. This father and daughter are a pair of father and daughter who are very envious of the school's teachers and students. The teacher often scratched Xiao Ruoqing's nose and said strangely: "You are really the happiest princess in the school! ”

"It's not right to bully classmates, it's nothing to do with my dad. Xiao Ruoqing raised his head proudly and read his opinion to the teacher as a matter of course.

The teacher is often caught off guard by the little ghost who is a little girl, and can only end it with the sound of laughter. In their eyes, Xiao Ruoqing is really the happiest child. I've never seen other fathers so attentive to their daughters, so baby. At that time, Yi Shaoyang was already a well-known factory director in the town, and a little wind and grass in the factory would be known in the deep alley. But he has his own plans. He asked the teacher to try not to let Xiao Ruoqing know about the things in the factory. Especially not so good news. If there are rumors from classmates, ask the teacher for help to refute the rumors.

So everything that happened later, Xiao Ruoqing didn't know at all. Even if she knew, at her age, it would be useless. But this, as Shao Yang said, ensures that some of Xiao Ruoqing's childhood memories are irreplaceable and happy.

"Daddy!"

Xiao Ruoqing flew to Yi Shaoyang's side like a butterfly, and quickly climbed onto his father's shoulder.

"The teacher praised me in front of the whole class today!"

Before Yi Shaoyang could kiss the baby, he had already lifted her over his shoulders. The hard work of day and night has long since made him no longer young and vigorous. The waist has long been unable to bear the weight of the baby daughter. It's like an old machine, running out of oil, rattling. The pain was like an electric current, quickly spreading throughout his body. His face was visibly pale, and his brow furrowed in pain.

"Daddy, are you hurting? Where does it hurt? Daddy, put me down. Xiao Ruoqing also found out that his father was wrong and asked to be delegated.

"Dad doesn't hurt, let's go, let's go!" Yi Shaoyang reluctantly laughed and lied to his daughter.

"No, Dad, I want to come down!" Xiao Ruoqing said as he kicked his feet, he must come down.

Yi Shaoyang was really helpless, so he had to let go of his daughter.

He pretended to be unhappy and pouted, "My baby hates Daddy, he thinks Daddy is old!"

But his daughter didn't care about his coquettishness, but asked him intimately. "Dad, you have pain there, I'll help you rub it. ”

Seeing that her daughter was so sensible, she couldn't help but look at her innocent and serious daughter quietly, and her eyes quickly moistened.

"Dad's pain is not there, how can Dad be sick with such an obedient daughter Ruoqing?" He knew he was cheating on his daughter, he was sick, and so was his factory. And he is already terminally ill, and he can't find a cure. He turned his face to the other side, lifted his head, and let the tears run back.

"Dad, why are you crying!" Xiao Ruoqing moved to wipe the tears on his father's face.

"Dad didn't cry, you see, the wind is very strong, Dad's trachoma is committed again, it's okay! Let's go!"

But when he arrived at the beach, his father no longer led Ruoqing, but walked to the steep rock by himself. Ruoqing can't keep up with his father's footsteps.

She kept shouting behind her father, "Daddy, wait for me!"

But my father was like a deaf man, and he couldn't hear her cry at all. The father and daughter seemed to be separated by an enchantment, a thin layer of air, blocking them. Ruoqing tried to break through this barrier, but the crisp cry was to no avail.

At this time, the sea breeze was not too strong, but it was enough to blow Ruoqing's cry into the distance. Yi Shaoyang continued to walk to the edge of the cliff without looking back.

"Daddy! Wait for me—Daddy!"

Ruoqing clumsily chased after his father, but he couldn't catch up.

Dad walked to the edge of the cliff and suddenly stopped moving. He looked back at Ruoqing, who was following not far away. I couldn't see his expression clearly in the dream, and his vague body just made Ruoqing very anxious.

"Daddy—"

With Ruoqing's last cry, Yi Shaoyang jumped into the sea for the rest of his life.

The endless, inclusive sea finally accepted him.

The water is cheap......