It seems like a long time ago that a man said to him:

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。 infoBut 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!

He has always taken this to heart, and he has always carried it out to the end.

At just 16 years old, he always thinks he is strong enough.

Today, however, he finally understands that he 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 focused on the tombstone facing the young man dressed in black, and it was his father who was sleeping under the tombstone. Although he hadn't called it ...... for a long time Father.

The 16-year-old has had a rough experience in his life than many adults, but it is only today that he finally understands what it is like to be choked by the throat. The whole world was so oppressed that it was as if the air had been liquefied, stuck in the throat and refused to be inhaled.

He couldn't breathe, his throat seemed to be choked by something, and the irritability in his heart wanted to be mixed with something.

It's sadness.

There was a hysterical sobbing on the boy's right hand, followed by a steady stream of teardrops hitting the yellowed grass beside the tombstone. It was his sister who was crying, although she was not related, but she was a sister, and Yue cherished the water. It's the only relative of the boy in this world. 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." These words are from Rabindranath Tagore's Birds. It took the boy a long time to figure out what he meant.

He would only occasionally slander the man under the tombstone, and even though he was dead, he still showed off that he had read too much. A SWAT 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, and it is said that more than half of the people in the city's largest prison were sent to him by himself.

However, it was such a person who was hit by a car and died. The drunk driver who caused the accident would be very proud if he hadn't died, and he had killed countless people in the city!

A hand suddenly rested lightly on the young man's shoulder, warm and powerful. The boy tilted his head to look at the man with his hand on his shoulder.

The man was strong and firm, with a tall posture, deep eye sockets, and a little sadness in his always sharp eyes. He is a subordinate and friend of the man under the tombstone, and one of the few police officers he is most familiar with in the police station, Chen Yi. He and his sister both call him Uncle Chen.

The boy nodded at him, but said nothing, he turned his 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 the young man, 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 first time I 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 by himself...... Uncle Chen said. That day, I watched your father sit quietly on the roof of an old van full of gunshots to bandage his wounds, lying on the ground with the cuffed target, the afterglow of 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 until the last day of his life......" His voice was low and slow, with a noticeable fluctuation in tone.

"But I never expected this day to be so ......," he sighed.

"Losing him is a misfortune for the city, and of course, a misfortune for you and your sister. He used to say......" He paused, as if choked up.

"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." The boy 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! He could have gone on Saturday, but he ...... "The teenager struggled to suppress the complicated emotions in his heart, not realizing that his voice was getting louder. Some people nearby looked at him sympathetically.

"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!] ]

The boy in black didn't want to listen to the endless chatter. He took a deep breath, blinked a few times, and turned his 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. The boy looked up at the sky and saw the inky clouds roaring with teeth and claws overhead, making a deafening thunder, but he refused to let down a drop of rain to wash away the sorrows and sins of this earthly world.

[It's like that day......]

The boy subconsciously clenched his fists, and then realized that the handcuffs that had been tightly clasped on his wrist had long been removed from his wrist, which had been illuminated by the sudden lightning, 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 him to the city's most brutal hell and began his two-year prison life. There was no reproach in his eyes. And the juvenile has no repentance of sin......

Thundered!!! A thunderclap exploded overhead, pulling the frowning teenager back from three years ago.

He stared blankly in a certain direction, his mind blank. Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and the gray-white world suddenly turned extremely pale. His eyes seemed to be blurred by the light of a sudden lightning.

The boy rubbed his eyes, and was surprised to see in the blur that there was another person in the distance he had just been staring blankly, and his vision became so blurred in this gray world, he obviously felt that the distance from that person was not too far, but he couldn't see that person clearly. The man was not there just now, as if he had been struck by lightning.

It felt strange, the boy couldn't see the man clearly, but he felt that the man was looking at him, and it seemed to ...... Laughing?

The young man was inexplicable, and subconsciously walked towards the man. The other relatives and police officers who were mourning didn't care, and seemed to be immersed in grief all the time, as if time stood still for everyone except him.

The boy slowly approached the man, and the strange feeling became more and more obvious, this feeling was indescribable, like a moth throwing itself into a flame, and the warmth was mixed with a slight uneasiness and throbbing of the unknown, as if danger and truth were slowly peeling away like a cocoon as he approached. The boy could feel the pores all over his body open, excitement beating and beating and beating in his blood, and his breathing became involuntarily rapid, and then he suddenly saw him, ah no, her appearance.

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

The boy had never seen so many emotions in a person's eyes. Her eyes are deep and calm, revealing wisdom, as if she has lived countless spring and autumn, and has seen the scenery of the world, the joys and sorrows of mortal life. She looked at the young man with pity and sadness in her eyes, but as if to hide the ...... in her eyes Smile? The young man looked at her for only a moment, but he suddenly felt that the world had changed for thousands of years......

He had never seen a person dressed like this, the woman's clothes were ancient, but it didn't seem to be the style of any ancient era, she was wearing a long skirt with purple as the base, gold thread embroidery, the wide sleeves were embroidered with gossip and four elephants respectively, the center of her belt was a Taiji diagram, and the long skirt was tattooed with mountains, rivers, dragons and tigers, sun, moon and stars.

[Is it a fortune teller?] What a strange woman. The boy thought with a frown.

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 the boy's head, and it instantly attracted all his attention.

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

"What...... What the? The young man felt inexplicably confused and palpitated.

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

The boy didn't understand for a while, just was silent, his mind was confused, and there was a strange feeling in the confusion, feeling ...... What this woman said was ...... Convinced?

But reason finally suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and the suppressed sadness in his heart exploded with grief and indignation.

[How is that possible!] Are you kidding! Are you sick this woman? I've seen him fly! The boy raised his head angrily and glared at the strange woman.

The memories of this week, which had been buried deeply, suddenly broke free from their chains and exploded like bombs, and countless fragments of memories raged in the teenager's mind like shrapnel: the screeching sound of brakes, the burnt tires, the flying blood, the terrible screams, the shrill and piercing horns of the ambulance, the tears of my sister 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 boy clenched his fists fiercely, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

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

[You hateful female fortune teller, I can tolerate others insulting me, but I will never tolerate others joking with my family's life and death, you ......]

The woman had already walked away with an inky umbrella.

The boy chased forward, and the woman had already turned left at the crossing, and looked back at him who was running wildly. Even though it was blocked by the heavy rain, the boy still saw a playful smile on the corner of her mouth.

Her figure disappeared around the corner, and the boy ran forward even more desperately, finally reaching the crossroads. He hastily stopped, turned left, and froze.

It was no more than three seconds from the time the woman's figure disappeared around the corner to the time he ran here, and the path she had taken could only go straight ahead, with towering walls on either side.

But the strange woman was gone.

The young man 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, knowing that they were so untrue, but they echoed repeatedly in his mind inexplicably, which was crazy:

"You'll see your father again."

The gray tomb, the deafening thunder, the dancing wind, the cold rain, the silent light, the silent tears, the piercing heart, this is the first time he met the strange woman, this is the turning point of the boy's life, this is the first day.