"What's wrong with you?

"yes! It's so spicy and sour! But I can't stop at all, woo woo...... It was so delicious......"

"Pretend, you go ahead and pretend. I want to cry, but I still have to rely on food. ”

"Don't believe you?"

"No, I don't eat spicy food. ”

"You don't eat spicy food, and you eat dog meat so happily?"

"The dog meat is okay, slightly spicy, that dried fish, at first glance, it is hellish spicy, so I don't want to die. ”

“……”

At the end of this meal, all the impressions left by Guangxi were frozen in a sour and spicy memory.

The next day, we returned to Xiamen as scheduled.

It's like a world away.

The only fortunate thing is that Sister Miao is still the same Sister Miao, and she feels very kind.

The new programmer has yellow hair and is as thin as a stick, which I seem to have seen somewhere.

But he recognized me first: "Hey!

"How do you know my name?"

"I forgot it so quickly! My senior brother - Xu Hui! Basketball game, remember? I'm that junior......

"Oh, I remember. What is your name. ”

Strange, Xu Hui and I just met at that time, and it is estimated that Xu Hui can't remember my name clearly, how can he remember me so well, he even remembers my nickname.

Maybe it's because I'm young, but when I was studying, I had a good memory.

When he saw me ask his name, he remembered that he forgot to introduce himself, touched the back of his head, and replied humbly:

"Huang Kun, they all call me a stick. ”

"Good sticks. ”

My mood suddenly hit rock bottom again.

thought that when he returned to Xiamen, he could bury and forget everything about Xu Hui, but now there is a person who has a very good relationship with him.

Whenever I see the yellow-haired stick, I can't help but think of Xu Hui.

I really wish I could find a confined space and hide myself so that no one can see me.

However, my little emotions were soon dissipated by more and bigger things.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, I heard the sound of bombing the mountain in the distance, and I didn't pay attention to it.

At around 3 o'clock, a pop-up window on QQ News caught my attention - an explosion in a restaurant in Xiamen killed two people and injured five.

Click in to take a look, the scene is miserable, life is really fragile, no one can predict which will come first tomorrow or the accident.

If you look closely, the address where the picture is located is very familiar.

Wait, this ...... Isn't it the crockpot soup shop next to Uncle Zhen's ginger duck?

That...... Uncle Zhen...... Will it also be implicated.

I was going to read on for details.

Xie Lu suddenly slapped the table and shouted: "Wow, rub, something is wrong." Uncle Zhen was killed by a gas explosion in the restaurant next door. ”

Airplanes...... I felt a sudden short circuit in my head.

"Really...... Really?"

My reaction to Sister Miao was almost identical.

Xie Lu stood up, and walked out as he spoke: "You see what is written on the news that two dead and five injured, and one of the victims is the owner of the ginger duck shop next door. I'll have to go and see, so I can get acquainted, alas. ”

"I'll go too. Sister Miao's face was a little pale, she, uncle, and Uncle Zhen were old acquaintances.

"I ...... Go too. "My mind went blank, my mind was a little messy, and I didn't want to believe it was true.

As we reached the intersection, we caught a glimpse of a large area of ruins within the police cordon.

The fire engine hadn't driven away yet, and the smoke hadn't completely cleared, like demonic hands cruising over the streets.

For a moment, I don't know what kind of emotion wet my eyes.

It may just be as simple as the sentence that explains the way, and it is good to get acquainted.

The next morning, my uncle returned, darker and thinner, and the winter in Beijing did not treat him well.

He greeted each of us and handed out specialties, except for Sister Miao.

As soon as Sister Miao saw him, she hid out and didn't come back all day.

After that, she worked directly at Party A's side and didn't even come back in the evening.

The uncle said that his business in Beijing was very heavy, and he could only come back for two days to attend Uncle Zhen's memorial service.

Uncle Zhen's memorial service didn't invite me to reconcile, but the two of us still cheekily followed.

If I have to have anything to do with the deceased in order to mourn him, I am his apprentice.

In the funeral home, Uncle Zhen's photo was put very large, and it was the first time I looked at his facial features so seriously, with deep eyes and a high nose bridge, which was very three-dimensional.

Do I look like him?

It seems to be a little bit like that.

When this thought crossed my mind, my eyes couldn't help but get wet.

He didn't know that I already knew everything, and he couldn't imagine in his life how we would face the outcome when I knew everything.

Recognition will never be possible.

Just let it all pass.

"Mr. Xu Zhen's Memorial Service"

His name is Xu Zhen.

It turned out that his surname was Xu.

In the bustling crowd, I saw Yang Jinbao and the beautiful aunt beside him.

I don't know how Daddy Yang's health is recovering, the only thing to be thankful for is that Yang Jinbao "ran away from home" this time, but he survived.

Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and they are all destined.

The aunt, her side face, was somewhat familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, but I couldn't remember it.

The funeral home prepared a small podium, on which a middle-aged man who called himself Uncle Zhen's brother stood and read a eulogy for his younger brother.

His expression was solemn, full of tears, and the people in the audience, infected by his emotions, sobbed in low voices.

Why do I think he is also very familiar, is it because he looks a little similar to Uncle Zhen?

If you look closely, it's not very similar either.

I may not be normal today, everyone feels familiar, everything is my hallucination, just an illusion born of sadness.

I also saw Xu Hui, even though he was standing very close to the podium, far away from me, but I still saw him.

This time I read it right, it was indeed him.

It is still a good-looking side face, a high nose bridge, and a perfect body, which is particularly eye-catching no matter where you stand.

He helped Uncle Zhen find his son, and he was considered a great benefactor of their family, so it was not surprising that he was invited.

I don't have the urge to rush to him.

Ever since I learned that he had blocked me alone, since I called his phone and he didn't speak, I had been sentenced to death, and I was no longer the prisoner who waited day and night to be arraigned.

I don't know what's going on between us, and I have no way of knowing.

After the memorial service, people gradually dispersed, went their separate ways, and life went on.

We made our way back to the Ruby base, and it was already dark.

When the sadness cannot be relieved, the night seems to come very quickly.

Everything is coerced by darkness, including our mood, and we want to forget our sorrows and clear up again, but we can only bury our heads in a deep sleep, waiting for the morning sun to shine into our hearts.

However, in Xiamen, it rained all week.