After a long time, calm finally returned to the funeral supply store.

Liu Fu sat in the corner of the cash register without saying a word, her face and hands were covered with many red scratches, and even some band-aids were attached to some places.

And on the shelf not far from her stood a bird, this bird with messy feathers, with its head down, and the appearance of a defeated rooster, which made people feel pitiful and ridiculous.

Zhang Yi washed up and walked out of the bathroom, and when he saw the embarrassment of this person and a bird, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The catkins and starlings didn't pay attention to Zhang Yi, and they were still sulking.

"Wicker, come here." Zhang Yi said hello to the wicker who was placing a wreath at the door.

"What's the matter, Brother Yi?"

"I remember you said that you also bought the funeral supplies for the dead old man, so you know the address of their children."

"I know, I also sent some yellow table paper and ingots to their family in the first seven."

"That's good, you can help me call a courier in the same city to send this thing to his house."

Zhang Yi handed Wicker a tape, which was almost no longer available in the market. On the tape are printed a few bold characters of the Yue opera "Double Golden Flower", and in the blank space there are several small characters written in ballpoint pen

"To my son"

"This was something I found in an old tape recorder in the ruins last night when I was evacuating the room, and it was supposed to be something he had recorded for his children, but they left it out when they moved. We helped her with that wish! ”

After Zhang Yi finished speaking, he sighed and walked out of the store, and the starling bird, which was silent there just now, immediately waved its wings and followed out.

……

In a demolition and resettlement house on the outskirts of the city, a young man in his twenties walks back and forth with a cassette tape, as if thinking about something.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he put down the tape in his hand and got under the bed.

After rummaging for a long time, I finally dragged out a cardboard box from inside, which contained books, headphones, discs and other miscellaneous items.

He poured out all the contents of the cardboard box, and then kept picking and turning, and finally found an old-fashioned backgammon English repeater inside.

This repeater is probably discontinued a long time ago, and it still reads on old-fashioned tapes.

Putting the tape into the cassette and gently pressing the button, the tape slowly rotated under the drive of the gears, and soon a gentle old woman's voice sounded in the old-fashioned machine.

"Son!

When you hear Mom's voice coming out of the cassette recorder, it means that your dad and I are gone.

It's been a year, and when your dad was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer a year ago, the sky collapsed in our whole family, and we all cried together.

But neither of us gave up on your father, we scraped together and sent your father to the best hospital in the province for surgery and chemotherapy, and you spent a lot of time with your father to major hospitals.

But

In the end, God just didn't open his eyes, and it only took a year for your dad to be completely paralyzed.

Your father is not easy, when he was a child, his family was very poor, he went out to work at the age of 14 to support his family, did all kinds of work, and endured a lot of hardships, and now he has this disease when you graduate and work when he can rest.

You are very filial, but you can't alleviate your father's pain, as the disease erodes day by day, your father is paralyzed, unable to take care of himself, and lives in pain all day long.

The disease tortured him unseemly, unable to move, unable to pull, his whole body was so thin that he had long been deformed, and all that was left was the constant groans and wails of despair every day, praying that death would take him away sooner.

Son!

I feel distressed, I can't help anything, I can't share your father's pain, I can only watch him scream in pain and moan helplessly.

Eventually, I came up with an idea, I'm going to help your dad, I know you're going to hate me, the world will hate me, but I don't care, I have to.

I helped your dad solve the pain, and from then on the Grim Reaper would no longer have a way to torment him, and he would no longer have to moan and wail in pain in bed without dignity.

Don't worry, your dad won't be lonely on Huangquan Road, I will accompany him!

Son!

Mom and Dad are gone, don't be afraid, don't cry, you grow up, work hard, marry a daughter-in-law, live a good life, Mom and Dad will bless you in heaven.

Good, good! ”

The tape in the card compartment stopped turning, and the old woman's voice stopped abruptly.

The young man struggled to get up from the ground, and he stood in front of the window leaning against the wall, looking in the direction of his former home, which was about to be reduced to ruins.

"Mom, Dad, I'll live ...... Good...... I won't...... Cry, I'll ...... Very strong. ”

He kept stroking away the waterfall tears on his cheeks with his hands, and muttered to himself while sobbing silently.

Lin wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to raise but his relatives are not there, this may be the greatest sorrow in this world.

……

There was no class this morning, but Zhang Yi still decided to go to the studio to have a look.

When he woke up in the morgue, he rummaged through all his clothes pockets and bank cards, eventually finding him penniless.

He even began to believe that he was cowardly and incompetent in the first half of his life, and a young man with hands and feet was mixed with such an embarrassing appearance, no wonder Li Xiaoya wanted to divorce him.

Money is a big problem for him now, the five hundred yuan Li Xiaoya gave is only ten yuan, he can't go to her to ask for it, it will make him feel worse than death.

So he wants to make money, and he has to start from his studio and see how to find a way to recruit more students.

The college entrance examination is coming to an end, and there will be a lot of repeaters at that time, so it will be a good opportunity.

Zhang Yi thought about walking as he could, and the white-headed starling bird above his head was waving its wings and flying, and from time to time it made a series of chirping sounds.

When he was about to arrive at the door of the studio, Zhang Yi saw a familiar and unfamiliar figure standing at the door of the studio.

The man had messy hair, dark and swollen eyes, and kept looking around, as if he was looking for someone.

"Is it Li Xiaoya?"

Zhang Yi asked tentatively.

Hearing the voice, this person trembled and immediately turned his head, staring at Zhang Yi with a pair of red and swollen eyes.

This is indeed Li Xiaoya, although she didn't comb her eyes, her eyes were red and swollen, but the familiar feeling would not be wrong.

Li Xiaoya was stunned for a moment and then pounced on Zhang Yi, and then hugged him tightly.

Zhang Yi was taken aback by Li Xiaoya's sudden move, but he didn't dodge, letting Li Xiaoya hold him, his two hands naturally hung down on his sides, which looked a little unnatural.

Li Xiaoya cried, which made Zhang Yi deeply surprised, a woman who was full of manliness also had a weak side, which he didn't expect.

After a long time, Li Xiaoya stopped crying, and she spoke.

"Where did you go last night, I couldn't get through to you after countless phone calls, and I couldn't find you in many places."

Li Xiaoya's words were reproachful, with a kind of horror that had not subsided.

Zhang Yi then remembered that his mobile phone had not been taken care of since he went out without power yesterday, because there was no need, there were three people on his mobile phone, Li Xiaoya wicker and catkins.

"I'm sorry, I went to do something yesterday and forgot to tell you."

Zhang Yi's voice was a little small, because he was weak because he was lying, he didn't think about telling Li Xiaoya about his whereabouts at all, he felt that it was not necessary, but when he really faced it, he felt that the answer was empty.

"Where can I tell me then?"

Li Xiaoya was still holding Zhang Yi and her head was on his shoulder.

"Good!"

Zhang Yi nodded lightly, his face was flat, he looked into the distance and squeezed out a word from his mouth, and then raised his hand and prepared to put it on Li Xiaoya's back.

But just as his hand was about to touch Li Xiaoya's back, he stopped again, and then his hand slowly drooped down.