The door of the county funeral home was full of people, and the leaders and colleagues of the party committee of the organ were present one after another. The world of human affection is like this, when they are alive, they do not say anything, but when they die, they will come to mourn, and the people who come may not even know the deceased.

As the deputy director of the Taxation Bureau, I have made a lot of friends, more of them are strangers who only have a one-sided relationship, and I also want to meet more "useful people" on this occasion. A memorial service for the deceased has become a social meeting for the living.

Deng Anping stood outside the mourning hall, looking at the mourning hall from a distance, not daring to enter, he still couldn't believe that the old man had passed away like this.

The driver of the tax bureau found Deng Anping and said that Fang Youwei went fishing yesterday, but the car had not returned to today, and no one answered the call to the director of Fang. The driver knew that Fang Youwei and Deng Guoping were old acquaintances, and it was more effective to find him than to call the police directly.

Deng Anping was uneasy, and hurriedly organized a team to search for clues along the destination given by the driver. Soon after driving, I found a clue at a sharp turn in the road.

There is a clear brake mark on the right side of the road, and the grass under the right side of the road has also been crushed, and it is no longer clear whether there are ruts after heavy rain.

Deng Anping looked up in the direction the car might go, a river.

The truck was lifted up by a crane and the water poured into the car roared back into the river. Deng Anping saw the license plate number, and the last trace of luck in his heart was ruthlessly extinguished by reality. He recognized that this was Fang Youwei's special car.

Fang Youwei's body was in the back row, and next to it was Zhang Xiu's body.

Zhang Xiu's feet were entangled in the seat belt and he couldn't break free, and it seemed that Zhang Xiu was struggling to swim towards the river before he drowned.

"Head, it has been found out, it was Zhang Xiu who took the initiative to find the driver that day, saying that he would drive a special car for him to send Fang Youwei, saying that it was to get close to Fang Youwei and say some things at work. According to the situation of the on-site investigation, it is basically consistent with the situation said by the driver. ”

A young police officer reported to Deng Anping, but Deng Anping's attention was not on the report, still immersed in the pain of Fang Youwei's death.

Although he is the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, there are not a few births, old ages, sickness and deaths, and even murder deaths, but it is the first time that he has personally experienced the death of people around him. Only then did Deng Anping understand that it was all nonsense that he had persuaded the victim's family members to mourn and change smoothly, and he didn't empathize, so how could he be comforted.

Returning to the office from the scene, Deng Anping couldn't calm down for a long time, and after a while, his colleagues sent the situation at the scene and the investigation documents.

A very unfortunate accident: Fang Youwei was going to go fishing by a river, and Zhang Xiu replaced the original chauffeur and took the opportunity to get closer to Fang Youwei. The weather was pretty good when I set off, but it didn't take long for it to rain heavily, which affected the driving. Judging by the brake marks on the road, the tires of the car were slipping, and Zhang Xiu stepped on the brakes in a panic, causing the car to lose control, rush to the side of the road, and rush directly into the river. Judging from the situation in the car, Zhang Xiu left the driver's seat and tried to rescue Fang Youwei from the back seat from the car, but unexpectedly Zhang Xiu's feet were entangled in the seat belt and could not break free. Fang Youwei doesn't know how to swim. Two people drowned.

"Hey, it's a pity, so young, he should have made a difference, I heard that he did a good job in the bureau." I don't know who was discussing it in the crowd.

"But isn't it, he doesn't have any relatives, just a son who just went to college, hey, I don't know how this child can be handled."

In the mourning hall, Fang Bin was sitting on a row of chairs with his head down, his head deeply bowed, listless. My father became a corpse without temperature and coldness. Fang Bin hated in his heart! He hated why his dad didn't listen to him! He hated himself for not sticking to his thoughts and not letting him go fishing!

Futile! Useless! Remorse!

All kinds of emotions are mixed together, which is blank, blank face, blank eyes, blank heart.

"Xiaobin, are you okay?"

A woman's voice came in from outside the mourning hall, Fang Bin raised his head and looked, it was a middle-aged woman who spoke.

Although the years have drowned out his memory, Fang Bin still recognizes that the woman in front of him is his biological mother who ruthlessly left him at the beginning.

A strange but familiar feeling was born in his heart, and this interlaced emotion made Fang Bin feel very ridiculous. Zhang Min stood at the door of Fang Youwei's mourning hall and did not come in.

Two people, one on the border of life, and the other with the deceased.

Fang Bin lowered his head again, and said in a cold tone, "What are you doing here?" ”

Zhang Min was a little disappointed about his son's cold attitude, but he could understand, "I, can I talk to you." ”

In a corner outside the funeral home, Fang Bin and Zhang Min stood opposite each other. Fang Bin's eyes were always dodging, and he didn't want to make any eye contact with Zhang Min. It's not that I'm afraid, but I don't know how to get along with Zhang Min.

With her head down, her eyes looked at Zhang Min's feet, she was wearing a pair of white high heels today, and it seemed that she really liked white.

Zhang Min was full of spoiling, looking at his child who had now grown up, he couldn't help but feel emotion in his heart.

"Xiaobin, you have grown so big, come, let Mom take a good look." Zhang Min said and pulled Fang Bin's arm, but Fang Bin threw him off.

The unexpected expression appeared for a second, and the smile was on his face again, Zhang Min was still full of guilt in his heart.

"Your dad had an accident, and it must have hit you hard. I know, over the years, you must hate me very much, and hate why I left myself in the first place. Xiaobin, I couldn't help it at that time, how could my family hold on to me alone? Don't say it, don't say it, the past is gone. I heard that your dad had an accident, so I thought of you, are you okay, Xiaobin? ”

Fang Bin lowered his head and looked at her head, still unwilling to look at her, although Zhang Min's words were comforting, they were like needles piercing Fang Bin's heart. Let him open the dusty memories that have been sealed for a long time, and remember the past that he does not want to remember.

"Aren't you? I'm leaving. Fang Bin left without looking back.

"Eh, Xiaobin? This, you take this as living expenses, not enough for you to tell me again. Zhang Min took out an envelope from his bag, which was filled with a stack of cash and stuffed it into Fang Bin's hand.

Fang Bin grabbed the envelope and slammed it on the ground, and the money was scattered all over the ground.

"What are you doing? Are you a great good man? Now that I think about it, give me money! Didn't you leave me and my dad because you didn't have any money? I'm telling you, I'm not rare! Then I'd rather starve to death than ask you for a penny! ”

"Xiaobin, how can you talk to your mother like this." Zhang Min's eyes were full of sad tears.

Mother? Fang Bin heard an unfamiliar title that he hadn't heard for a long time. There is no longer such an identity as "mother" in his life. Since Zhang Min left, for a long time, Fang Bin couldn't hear the voice of the children calling his mother on the streets, and his heart was tight, and he couldn't say it. But over time, I also became numb, or got used to it. Fang Bin also understood that this title had nothing to do with him.

"You, not my mother, I don't have a mother."

Dropping a sentence, Fang Bin left without looking back.

Looking at Fang Bin's distant back, Zhang Min stood in place, tears streaming down. Although she also thought that the scene of meeting would not be too beautiful, she didn't expect Fang Bin to be so decisive.

Life has passed, in the mourning hall is his father, Fang Bin stands, suddenly feels that there is no one around him to rely on, and the county has become strange, although it is the place where I was born and raised, but at this moment, I suddenly feel that it has nothing to do with myself.

But for emotions, Fang Bin did not have doubts, he could hate and break up, or he could love completely.

Goodbye, little town, maybe this is the last time we'll see each other.

The sky was clear and cloudless, and the blue sky was as pure as a jewel, dazzling but not dazzling. On the other hand, under the sky, another sad parting is underway. The cry burst out in the body, echoed in the air, and settled in the heart.

The old man with some gray hair was supported by someone, and his weak body could not support himself to move, so he had to rely on others. There are no tears in crying, and no more tears will eventually drain.

Again and again wailing, again and again mourning.

The pile of graves was more than a meter high, and there were some sweets and fruits on the altar, but they were not for the living. Wisps of smoke drifted from the lit incense, which was blown out of direction by the wind, and there was no way home.

The photo on the tombstone shows a young man, smiling at the camera, facing a new life, perhaps still planning the future life in his mind.

However, at this moment, it became a black and white photo. Only for the worshippers to remember.

In the forest in the distance, Xu Hao looked at it from afar, he didn't dare to go to Zhang Xiu's grave, he didn't have the face to see Zhang Xiu. I don't know what kind of mood to face Zhang Xiu.

In the panic that day, Xu Hao stumbled onto the road, found Zhang Xiu's car parked on the side of the road, and drove away.

After thinking about it, this is the only way to do it. In order to hide himself from the incident, Xu Hao drove the car back downstairs to Zhang Xiu's house, wiped off his fingerprints, and then returned home.

Fidgeting, Xu Hao hid at home, and didn't dare to turn on the lights even at night, thinking that someone would find out.

A few days later, hearing that Fang Youwei Zhang Xiu's body was found by the police and identified as an accident, Xu Hao didn't know whether to be happy or sad. For a long, long time, Xu Hao stared at Zhang Xiu's name in the mobile phone address book, stunned, and always had the urge to dial, thinking that someone would answer when he dialed out, telling himself to live for himself and tell some big truths.

Seriously, Zhang Xiu really loves to preach, and even the reason to help himself is empty words.

Help, sometimes is there really no reason?

But the cost of help is too great, even at the cost of lives.

Xu Hao pressed the delete button, and the name Zhang Xiu disappeared from his life, but Xu Hao had already put Zhang Xiu in his heart.

Xu Hao's heart still has a lot of places, where his sister is put and Zhang Xiu is placed.

The wind blew the woods, the leaves sounded, Xu Hao raised his head, looked at the plucked leaves, and the invisible wind, I don't know if this is Zhang Xiu or his sister.

You wait for me, and when I'm done, I'll go to you.

Soon, don't worry.