It seems like a long time ago that someone said to me:

Life is like breathing, natural and smooth, and it will always be naturally left behind and too lazy to remember. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info but the road of life is never smooth. Just as one day you will be choked by the throat, interrupted by the rhythm of your breathing, and even feel that death is near. But you don't have to be afraid, there's no need to panic. If you claim to be a man, you have to struggle to pull away the hand that is holding you by the throat, and then turn around and punch or stab him. It doesn't matter if it's a person or something that's choking your throat, you have to fight back! Don't believe in what is destined, the so-called fate has always been to be trampled under the feet of man, you open your palm, see, the palm print is your fate, hold it tightly, everything about manhood is never to give up! Never give up! Take control of everything!

I have always taken this to heart, and I have continued to believe in it to the end. I always thought I was strong enough.

Today, however, I finally understand that I was wrong.

The wind seemed to blow from all directions, blowing through the green grass, fallen leaves, neat and neat gray tombstones, and numerous mourners, mixed with a few suppressed sobs. A few mournful bird cries came from the woods not very far away, and the faint thunder in the gray sky played an uncomfortably low voice, like a whirling lament that fluttered over the cemetery.

What an abominable autumn!

The mourners were concerned about the tombstone I was facing and it was my father who was sleeping on the tombstone, even though I hadn't called him that for a long time.

It wasn't until today that I finally realized what it was like to be choked, and I felt the world so oppressive that it seemed as if the air had been liquefied and stuck in my throat for a long time to be inhaled. I couldn't breathe, my throat seemed to be choked by something, and the irritability in my heart seemed to be mixed with something about to erupt.

It's sadness.

There was a hysterical sobbing on the right-hand side, followed by a steady stream of teardrops hitting the yellowed grass beside the tombstone. It's my sister who is crying, although she is not related, but she is my sister, Yue cherishes the water. A familiar middle-aged woman was patting her on the back and whispering comfort. There were also people in the crowd who couldn't help but cry out with sadness.

“death-is-not-a-crack-because-the-world-does-not-leak.”

Only this line was engraved on the tombstone, and there was not even the name of the tomb owner. This is also what the man under the tombstone told when he was dying.

"Death is not broken, for there is no leakage in the world." This is from Tagore's Bird Collection, which I only knew about Baidu. Naturally, I don't waste time that would make me stronger looking at a set of birds.

Hmph, the man under the tombstone, is he still showing off when he is dead? A special police officer who is proficient in all kinds of firearms, a former national fighting champion, a police hero who has solved countless mysteries and arrested countless thugs and drug lords in the rain of bullets, it is said that more than half of the people in the city's largest prison were sent in by his own hands, ha, this is such a person, hit by a car and died? The drunk driver who caused the accident must be very proud if he didn't die, he hit and killed countless people in this city!

A hand suddenly rested lightly on my shoulder, warm and strong. I tilted my head to look at the man with his hand on my shoulder.

He was strong and firm, his posture was erect, his eye sockets were deep, and his always sharp eyes were filled with a bit of sadness at this time. He was a subordinate and friend of the man under the tombstone, one of the officers I knew most in the police department, Chen Yi. My sister and I both call him Uncle Chen. I nodded at him, but said nothing, and then turned my head and still stared at the tombstone, as if hoping that the man under the tombstone would suddenly stand up by digging through the earth with his bare hands.

"Your father is a respectable man," a hoarse voice whispered behind me, it was Uncle Chen.

"His friends loved him, his enemies feared him, and many young people in the bureau looked up to him as a role model and a division commander."

He paused, as if lost in memory.

"I still remember the scene when I first met him,"

"That was the first time I participated in the arrest operation, and your father, who is also a novice, not only saved my life, but also captured the target alive alone. . . ."

"That was the day I watched your father quietly smoking a cigarette, sitting on the roof of an old-fashioned van full of gunshots to bandage his wounds, lying on the ground with the cuffed target, the setting sun shining on your father's dusty and bloodstained body...

"From that day on, I was convinced that he would be the hope of the city, and that he would carry out justice thoroughly until the last day of his life... His voice was low and slow, with noticeable fluctuations in tone.

"But I never expected this day to come... He couldn't stop sighing.

"Losing him is a misfortune for the city, and of course, a misfortune for you and your sister. He used to say ... He paused, seemingly choking, and I distinctly heard the guttural sensation.

"He often says that he loves the city deeply, he loves you and your sister even more, and he always wants to spend more time with you and your sister, after all, your mother left early...

"But he didn't." I interrupted his whisper with a calm, almost caustic, still staring at the tombstone. "Sister, she always hoped that our family could go to the beach for a barbecue together, but he delayed it for half a year! This Saturday was supposed to go, but he... "I struggled to suppress the mixed emotions in my heart, not realizing that my voice was getting louder.

"Your father has been desperate to protect the city, you don't know the darkness of the city, even your father is just maintaining the fragile balance of light and darkness in the city. You need to understand Him ... He sighed and whispered.

What understanding does the dead need! I don't want to listen to his endless rambling anymore. I took a deep breath, blinked a few times, and turned my head away from the damn tombstone.

The wind from high above swept a large cloud of lead, and the whole world became even more gloomy. I looked up at the sky and saw the inky clouds roaring with teeth and claws overhead, making a deafening thunder, but they refused to let a drop of rain fall to wash away the sorrows and sins of this earthly world.

It's like that day... I subconsciously clenched my fists, and then realized that the handcuffs that had been clasped on my wrist, which had been blinded by the sudden lightning, had long since been removed from my wrist, and the sky was as gloomy as it was that day, but not a drop of rain fell. On that day, it was the man under the tombstone who personally sent me to the most brutal hell in the city, and began my two years in prison. There was no reproach in his eyes. and I have no repentance of sin ...

Thundered!!! A thunderclap overhead pulled me back from three years ago. I stared blankly in a certain direction, my mind blank. Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and the gray-white world suddenly turned extremely pale. My eyes seemed to be blurred by the light of a sudden lightning.

I rubbed my eyes, and was surprised to see in the blur that there was another person in the distance that I had just been staring blankly, and my vision became so blurred in this gray world, I felt that I was not too far away from that person, but I couldn't see that person clearly. The man was not there just now, as if he had been struck by lightning. It felt strange, I couldn't see him clearly, but I felt that the man was looking at me, and it seemed... Laughing?

I was inexplicable and subconsciously walked towards the man. The other funeral relatives and police officers didn't care, they seemed to be immersed in grief all the time, and it was as if time stood still for everyone except me.

I slowly approached the man, the strange feeling became more and more obvious, this feeling was indescribable, like a moth pounced on the flames, the warmth was mixed with a little uneasiness and throbbing of the unknown, as if the danger and the truth were slowly peeling away like a cocoon as I approached, I could feel the pores all over my body open, excitement beating and beating in the blood, and my breathing became involuntarily short, and then I suddenly saw him, ah no, her appearance.

It was an ordinary-looking woman, but she was still striking because her eyes and... Extremely bizarre attire.

I've never seen a person with so much emotion in their eyes. Her eyes were deep and calm, full of wisdom, as if she had lived countless springs and autumns, and had seen the scenery of the world, the joys and sorrows of mortal life. She looked at me with pity and sorrow in her eyes, but as if to hide the smear in her eyes... Smile? I looked at her for a moment, but I suddenly felt that the world had changed for a thousand years...

I have never seen a person dressed like this, her clothes are ancient, but it does not seem to be the style of any ancient era, she wears a long skirt with a purple background and gold thread embroidery, the wide sleeves are embroidered with gossip and four elephants respectively, the center of her belt is a Taiji figure, and the long skirt is tattooed with mountains, rivers, dragons and tigers, sun, moon and stars. The first thing I felt about this woman's outfit ... Is it a fortune teller? What a strange woman.

Lightning broke through the sky overhead, and then there was a steady stream of thunder. The silvery light kept flickering and flickering, and the woman's face flickered in the electric light.

A drop of rain hit my head and attracted my full attention.

"Your father isn't dead." The strange woman suddenly smiled and spoke.

"Wh... What the? "I felt inexplicable confusion and palpitations.

"You'll see your father again, you don't have to be so sad." Thunder exploded as she said this, but I could clearly hear her words, and my own heartbeat.

I didn't understand for a while, I was just silent, my mind was confused, and there was a strange feeling in the confusion, feeling... What this woman said was so delightful ... Convinced?

But reason finally suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and the suppressed sadness in his heart exploded with grief and indignation. How could it be! Are you kidding! Are you sick this woman? I've seen him fly!

The memories of this week that I had buried abruptly broke free from their chains and exploded like bombs, and countless fragments of memories raged in my mind like shrapnel: the screeching of brakes, the burnt tires, the flying blood, the screams, the shrill and piercing horns of the ambulance, the tears of my family and the desperate cries of despair in the abyss, the pitying eyes of strangers, the utter chaos, the irrepressible sadness, the gray and white world... You bastard woman!! Do you know how I've made it through this week!? Do you know that!?

The thunder was raging, the silver flickered, and the rain fell suddenly. I was soaking wet in an instant, my clothes clinging to my body, I don't know if it was rain or something else that flowed into my mouth, bitter and salty. Under the cover of the rain, the tears that I have always hated, why did he flow out uncontrollably!

You hateful female fortune teller, I can tolerate others insulting me, but I will never tolerate others making fun of my family's life and death, you x...

The woman had already walked away with an inky umbrella.

I chased after her, and she had already turned left at the intersection, and looked back at me who was running wildly, and even though it was blocked by the heavy rain, I still saw a playful smile on her lips.

Her figure disappeared around the corner, and I ran forward even harder, until I finally reached the crossroads, and I hurriedly stopped, turned left, and I was stunned.

It took no more than three seconds for her to disappear around the corner until I ran here, and the path she had taken could only go straight ahead, flanked by towering walls. But the strange woman was gone.

I stood blankly in the wind, rain, and thunder that swept the world, looking at the end of the deserted street, and suddenly remembered the woman's words, which I knew were so untrue, but inexplicably echoed them in my mind, making me crazy:

"You'll see your father again."

The gray tomb, the deafening thunder, the dancing wind, the icy rain, the silent light, the silent tears, the piercing heart, this is the first time I met that woman, this is the turning point of my life, this is the first day.