"Hey, what do you want?" Shi Zhengbiao was lying on the window of Zhou Fang, wearing a police uniform on his body, looking majestic and energetic, and his big eyes were even more bright.

"Come on, do you have any official business today?" Zhou Fang didn't look at him, and he was somewhat prejudiced about what happened last time.

"I'm still angry, I have my job, telling her the truth of the matter is also part of my job, even if I don't say it, there are no other people, the matter has to be solved! And why don't you say it? ”

"Tell me, what's going on today?" He got out of the car and gave him a pack of cigarettes.

"The matter of the remains. There are also other family members of truck drivers who learned that your family also suffered heavy casualties and did not pursue it anymore, and they also came from the countryside to help deliver goods. After the owner of the truck paid 200,000 yuan, he didn't know where he went, and his body had been cremated. He lit a cigarette with a lighter and took a puff, smoke coming out of his nose and mouth.

"Isn't there another one?" Zhou Fang asked.

"Don't mention it, it's a stolen car, but it's a normal drive."

"I see, by the way, do you know how the cemetery sells now?"

"Gui died, I buried my lover back to my hometown, the Chinese pay attention to the fallen leaves return to the roots, the soul returns to the hometown." This has to be discussed with Zhou Fan. ”

"Don't discuss, lest there be trouble again, the ashes can be put at home first, and when she is better, she will make her own decision."

"It's okay, now many people put the ashes of their relatives at home, and the cemetery is expensive. However, it is better to let them settle in the ground as soon as possible. ”

Zhou Fang nodded, but how could he tell her? Whether to say or not to say is entangled back and forth in his heart.

The patients in the ward came and went, all with sad faces. But Aunt Zhang kept smiling every day, telling Zhou Fan about the interesting things that happened when she was a child, hoping that she could see it. She leaned back in her hospital bed, staring intently out the window, occasionally asking questions about the date or the day of the week.

Zhou Fang carefully placed the urn on the top layer of the bookshelf and covered it with a black cloth. He took a bowl full of rice, lit three incense sticks, and plugged them in. Although he doesn't believe in superstition, he wants to do his last bit for them at the moment.

The National Day is here, and the hospital is also lively, and there is a long queue for outpatient registration. Zhou Fang wanted to ask Director Zhang when Zhou Fan would be discharged from the hospital, but he couldn't find it, and he didn't answer the phone.

The wound on Zhou Fan's chest has completely healed, and the skin damage has left scars, which look like something has grown to the touch, and occasionally itchy. Her knees didn't hurt so much anymore, she tried to get out of bed and move, and with the help of Aunt Zhang, she landed on one leg, stood firm first to maintain her balance, and slowly moved forward. She hadn't gotten out of bed for a month, and she didn't take a few steps before she was sweating profusely, leaning against the wall and panting.

"Don't be reluctant if you can't bear it." Zhou Fang said as he stood behind her.

"I can, uncle." She wiped the sweat from her forehead and said.

Zhou Fang saw that she was a little swaying, picked her up, walked to the hospital bed, gently put her on the bed and said, "You are too light, eat more." ”

"I will." Zhou Fan pouted and didn't look at him. Do you still treat me like a child? I wanted to work out, but now it's okay.

"I want to go home."

"The doctor said that you can be discharged from the hospital, and you can go home, and I also looked for a doctor today, but unfortunately I didn't see anyone."

"Director Zhang had two surgeries in a row last night, and he is resting today."

"How do you know?" He looked at her in amazement.

"The nurse said that I also wanted to find him and ask him if I could be discharged."

"Come on, by the way, Daddy Huyan called and said he would be here in the next few days." He brushed back the hair on the sides of her face with his hands, her cheeks sunken, her eyes glazed, and the bruises on her forehead were obvious. In front of her, she is no longer the loud and noisy Zhou Fan.

"Is Teacher Huyan here?"

"No, the kids have to go to class."

"Not coming?" She bowed her head in disappointment.

"When your leg is better, you can go and come back when you've had enough." He said dotingly.

"I've gone back beforehand, so don't be reckless." He touched her head and said.

"Hmm" she watched him out of the room, leaning against the head of the bed and looking out the window.

"I don't know, I think you're a couple?" Aunt Zhang smiled and walked in with fruits.

She glanced at her, and then looked outside, and she had heard this thing for a month, and she was used to it, and she didn't want to explain, and she didn't need to explain.

"Aunt Zhang, who are you living for?"

Stopped by her sudden strange question, she thought for a while and smiled and said, "For myself, for the children, for the elders." ”

Do you live for yourself, for your children, for your elders? So who am I living for, full of questions haunting her.

Zhou Fan was discharged from the hospital, and Huyan's father's hearty laughter echoed throughout the living room. Father Huyan is sixty years old, with a strong body, a strong temperament, and is good at helping others.

Zhou Fan's parents both died that year, thanks to the help of their family. At that time, Zhou Fan was only twelve years old, and Zhou Fang was only twenty years old. Teacher Huyan was Zhou Fan's teacher at the time, and he took good care of her. Zhou Fang studied hard and completed his studies. Zhou Fan and Zhou Fang lived together again after failing the college entrance examination.

"Daddy, is there something wrong with coming this time?" Zhou said as he poured a large glass of wine.

He dried up, and said with a pout, "The grassland has been desertified in recent years, I want to see if there are people outside who are willing to engage in large-scale breeding in our grassland, no one wants to be nomadic anymore, the older generation is getting older and older, and our grassland will be .................. if it goes on."

Zhou Fang helped him fill it again, and the two drank late. Zhou Anxin couldn't say anything sour, if it weren't for them, he wouldn't have everything he has today, but after he graduated, he stayed in the city, didn't make a little contribution to them, and was ashamed of himself.

Hong Ling heard that Zhou Fan was discharged from the hospital and also came to the house, and large bags of gifts immediately filled the living room. It was the first time Zhou Fan saw someone of the opposite sex come to his uncle, and it was a tall and beautiful woman with a beautiful face.

Hong Ling put on an apron and was busy in the kitchen. Seeing this, Father Huyan helped Zhou Fan to her room, leaving Zhou Fang and Hong Ling.

Daddy watched them through the crack in the door, and when he saw that the two were talking and laughing, he closed the door with a smile.

"Daddy, how is the teacher?"

"Okay, all good, I mention you often."

"Okay, I'm relieved." She lowered her head and stopped talking.

"Child, the dead are gone, and the living must live well, even for their sake, otherwise their souls will not rest in peace, and the Immortal Heaven will bless them."

"Why is Daddy alive?"

"For what, for the cattle and sheep of the grassland, for a better tomorrow."

"Why am I alive?" Zhou Fan said to himself.

"The eagle of the grassland, even if the wings are broken, wants to fly high, the cattle and sheep of the grassland can run when they are born, and if they don't run, they will be trampled to death and eaten, and people must live for themselves and live wonderfully." Daddy said sonorously.

Living for himself, Zhou Fan thought repeatedly, after he had a child, the child was his own heaven and earth, feed the child first when eating, and the two children would be cold after feeding. Laundry, cooking, and taking care of children every day, everything is used to it, the army goes to work, does not do housework, does not take children, and sends 500 yuan to his mother every month, and he does not have any complaints. She can't remember when she started living for herself. It seems that he lives for his children.

The child is gone, gone, sadness and sadness welled up in my heart at the same time, and tears broke the embankment in an instant. I have nothing left, and the family I have worked so hard to run will never be again.

A sumptuous dinner was placed in front of Zhou Fan, Zhou Fang peeled shrimp for her, served vegetables for her, and served soup for her, which can be said to be well taken care of. Hong Ling's envious eyes on the side were red and said, "I really envy Zhou Fan." ”

"Zhou Fang will be a model husband after getting married, but it's a pity that he has been single." Daddy Huyan said in stiff Mandarin.

Hong Ling blushed shyly, silently, Zhou Fan peeked at her, it seemed that she liked her uncle very much, and then looked at her uncle who was still peeling shrimp for himself, not talking but just smiling.

Huyan's father took Hong Ling's hitchhiker to the train station, Zhou Fang cleaned up the table, Zhou Fan looked at him, his uncle was burly, handsome, and his income was okay, he was the prince charming in the eyes of women, but what was the reason for not getting married.

"Uncle, Miss Hong likes you."

He continued without stopping, saying, "I know, what's wrong? He asked her rhetorically.

"Do you like her?"

He wiped his hands, handed her a glass of water, and then walked to the balcony and said, "She is not suitable for people like us, rich people live the life of rich people, poor people live poor people's lives, it is better to be clear." ”

"It's not that my uncle doesn't like it, but he doesn't like that she is richer than himself."

The uncle didn't speak, but helped her back to her room to rest.

"Why is Uncle alive and what is the reason?"

"Live for yourself." He answered her question directly, without the slightest hesitation.

Zhou Fan couldn't sleep, why did he live and who he lived for.