"Now, Daddy......"

In July 2004, in the study of Minister Zhou's house in the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee, Zhou Siqi, the nine-year-old only daughter of Minister Zhou, was sitting quietly next to her father, reading a paper daily newspaper that few primary school students of the same age would read. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's the matter, good daughter?" Minister Zhou kindly touched his little Lori's head.

"Dad, the newspaper says that the cemetery is so expensive now......" The little girl said, pointing to the headline in bold in the newspaper: "The price of the city's cemetery has skyrocketed, and the citizens complain that they can't afford to die".

"Well, yes...... Minister Zhou said softly, "as time goes by, it will definitely be more expensive when you grow up." ”

"Daddy, do you think this is good?" said the little girl in a childish voice, "and when you are gone, I will sprinkle your ashes into the sea—just like Premier Zhou did......"

Facing his daughter's childlike words, Minister Zhou smiled helplessly and shook his head slightly, "It's good - but Dad came out of the mountains and doesn't like water very much......"

"What about the prairie?" said the little girl, "the sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low......

"Well, that's not bad—burying it in the grassland is probably the last pleasure of life......" Uncle Zhou nodded.

"Then, it's a deal!" the little girl clapped her hands, "When Daddy is gone, I'll scatter Daddy's ashes on the prairie!"

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July 2015, Hulbei ER grassland

Jiang Yucheng has heard words like "the sky is vast, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep", but before, he had never been to the prairie on the ground. This time, he really saw the grassland - this could not help but remind him of the chapter that Lao She once wrote: "The sky there is more lovely than the sky elsewhere, the air is so fresh, the sky is so clear, I always want to sing a song to express my happiness." Under the sky, there are thousands of miles, but not vast. There are hillocks on all sides, the flat land is green, and the hillocks are also green. ”

As an outstanding people's artist, Mr. Lao She's depiction of the grassland is undoubtedly incisive -- if it were a normal time, when Jiang Yucheng saw such a vast grassland, he would definitely have an urge to sing a song. But now, Jiang Yucheng found that he and Xiaoqi may not be able to walk on this prairie with such a relaxed attitude in the future...... Because, now Jiang Yucheng's ears are always echoing the last words that Uncle Zhou left for him a month ago:

"In the future, if you two miss me, go to the grassland and have a look--it will be regarded as a grave for me......"

After the operation that Uncle Zhou had to do on the Internet, Jiang Yucheng once secretly prayed for a miracle to happen - isn't this the case in many novels and anime? As long as you don't give up hope, you will end up with a happy end...... It's a pity that life is not a novel, and he is not the protagonist - the miracle still didn't happen after all, and Uncle Zhou finally couldn't survive it, and went to another world to report to Taizu and Deng Gong......

Life, life...... Jiang Yucheng sighed once again that life was so fragile - until now, he felt a little unbelievable, and Uncle Zhou, who was still trying his best to think about how to deal with it last month, has now turned into ashes and is forever buried in this vast prairie...... It's a good big living person, just say it's gone!

"Gone...... Let's go...... Just like that......" Jiang Yucheng muttered to himself a little distractedly, "Have a nice trip...... Uncle Zhou...... No-at the end of the day, let me call you Dad...... I absolutely ...... will protect Xiaoqi's ......"

The deceased is gone, but life has to go on after all-since he has made up his mind to protect Xiaoqi, and Uncle Zhou has finally entrusted Xiaoqi to himself, then he must be strong - only in this way can he become Xiaoqi's dependence, and only in this way can Uncle Zhou leave with peace of mind......

Jiang Yucheng walked step by step, walked to Xiao Qi's side, and gently hugged Xiao Qi's slender body...... Facing the endless prairie, Xiaoqi did not cry like the other female relatives in the family - she just stood silently, silently looking at the grassland, silently shedding tears......

"Na...... Brother Yucheng ......"

Xiaoqi's voice sounded a little out of tune, "I really didn't expect it...... Daddy, he's always remembered it......"

Ten years ago, a childlike "agreement" was remembered by Uncle Zhou until the end of his life - Jiang Yucheng felt that maybe Uncle Zhou did spend less time with his daughter than ordinary fathers for one reason or another. However, perhaps it is precisely because of the lack of time that Uncle Zhou remembers every detail very carefully......

Jiang Yucheng felt that he should do something about it—but what to do, his largely stalled brain could not imagine. Since you don't know what to do, then follow your instincts! So, Jiang Yucheng took advantage of the situation and hugged Xiaoqi in his arms.

"If you want to cry, just cry......" Jiang Yucheng said softly.

With his cheeks buried in his chest, Jiang Yucheng couldn't recognize what kind of expression Xiao Qi was—but he could feel that the shirt on his chest was getting wet little by little.

By the way, Yu Baochen, this guy, also attended the funeral - she, who is usually noisy, is wearing that black dress at this moment, pacing around without saying a word. Jiang Yucheng noticed that the usual dress of this guy was like attending a funeral......

"Dad......"

At this time, a familiar, but a little unfamiliar figure entered Jiang Yucheng's sight - Jiang Yucheng's father, who was supposed to be transferred to Africa, now appeared on this prairie with the crowd attending the funeral. Although it had been a long time since they had seen each other, Jiang Yucheng could clearly see that his father was obviously a lot haggard - and definitely not tired from working abroad......

"Dad, I'm ......" Jiang Yucheng was about to open his mouth, but was stopped by his father.

"You don't have to worry about me - take care of Xiaoqi. ”

"Hmmm......"

At this time, Jiang Yucheng noticed again that his father, who usually doesn't drink without drinking, was carrying an opened bottle of wine and a delicate wine glass. Jiang Yucheng couldn't recognize the specific type of wine, but judging from the shape of the bottle, it should be a precious foreign wine.

"Old Zhou, Old Zhou......" Daddy sat down on a big rock, then poured himself a glass of wine, and dried it down, "I'm late - there's nothing to say, I'll punish myself with a glass first......"

Daddy ...... Is there no problem? Jiang Yucheng was a little worried--but his old man had always been a very measured person, and of course Jiang Yucheng knew it. After hearing about the operation, Daddy flew halfway around the world in a hurry to come back - but he still didn't have time to see Uncle Zhou for the last time......

"Old Zhou, Old Zhou—look at you, huh?" continued the old man—this time in a tone that seemed to carry a hint of hatred for iron, "I told you earlier, drink less, drink less—you didn't believe me at the time, and joked that I didn't drink enough...... I'll have a drink with you today, just a cup, ah--too much!"

Speaking of which, Daddy poured another glass of wine, but it was still dry.

"Old Zhou, old Zhou...... I think when we lived in bunk beds......"

Although he said before, "Just one glass, too much is not good", but next, Dad still started with "Old Zhou, Old Zhou", counting Uncle Zhou sentence by sentence - from 25 years ago, when the two of them just went to college and lived in the same bunk bed, until now 25 years later, and then every time he finishes speaking, he will drink a glass of wine.

"Lao Zhou, Lao Zhou-you guy is really TM not particular......" poured out the last glass of wine in the bottle, and the father threw the bottle directly to the ground, "I have saved such a bottle of good wine, just waiting for the child to get married when the two of us drink it, but you can usually drink it so much, and now I see that your baby daughter is going to be cheap for our bastard, you are a father...... In the end, you escaped?!...... Isn't it a gentleman?

Tell me about you, tell me who you are worthy of -- are you worthy of your daughter or worthy of your brother?...... I have been saving wine for several years, and when I bought it, it was more than 10,000 dollars!

The last glass of wine was spilled on the ground by Jiang Yucheng's father - from childhood to adulthood, after living for more than 20 years, Jiang Yucheng saw his father show such a sad expression...... Sure enough, is this a 25-year-long bond?

"If I can't even trust Lao Jiang's son—then who else can I trust?"

"Of course, now I have seen it - I have decided to believe you, to believe in the brother ...... with whom I have been with me for twenty-five years."

Uncle Zhou's last words echoed in his ears again—and then, Jiang Yucheng suddenly felt that he had suddenly been injected with an unprecedented courage. Facing the crying girl in his arms, Jiang Yucheng held her shoulders hard, allowing himself to look directly into her crying and swollen teary eyes.

"Eh, Brother Yucheng......"

"I like ...... No," Jiang Yucheng just opened his mouth and realized that it was inappropriate to say this, "I love you, Xiaoqi." ”

"Huh?"

"I want to make you happy, I want to be the destination of your life," Jiang Yucheng said unwaveringly, "So, let's be together forever......"

"Huh?"

Faced with Jiang Yucheng's sudden confession, Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment - big tears fell on the verdant grassland. After a while, Xiao Qi suddenly cried "wow", turned around and ran into the distance, running all the way on the prairie.

"Hey, Xiaoqi!!" Jiang Yucheng was shocked, and hurriedly chased after him--sure enough...... At this time, Xiaoqi, who was running in front, slipped and accidentally fell to the lawn......

"Xiaoqi, are you okay?!" Jiang Yucheng hurriedly rushed over and helped Xiaoqi up.

"Yong~~~Don't~~~~~~~~Dad-Dad-!!"

Xiao Qi raised his head, facing the blue sky and white clouds on the grassland, used all his strength, and cried loudly, "You have a good look in the sky!!-I and Brother Yucheng-absolutely ~~~ Yes~~~ will~~~ happy !!"

As if to see off Uncle Zhou, four dark-colored fighter jets swept across the distant sky with a whistling sound, leaving a few white trails in the clear sky. Although the speed is fast, Jiang Yucheng still recognizes it at a glance from the outline, it is four J-20A...... In this era, it doesn't look very peaceful...... Jiang Yucheng sighed.

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