Walking through an alley that was wet and sticky, with the smell of decay wafting everywhere, his footsteps stopped in front of an old house whose wall paint would not fall off.

In front of the door of the house, white wreaths are placed, representing that the family is holding a funeral.

In fact, as soon as he stepped into this small dark alley, he could smell the smell of candles, the smoke of burning paper, and the cacophony of mourning music.

This strange and familiar scene made his chest suffocate.

The door was open, and there were two long tables on the left and right sides of the mourning hall, one side was the gift receiving place, and the other was the sign-in place, and the driver hurriedly gave the gift money on his behalf according to the number of gifts.

Although he is bedridden all the year round, the etiquette he should know will not be wasted.

Of course, the other party must be someone he is willing to deal with.

And the girl, I don't know that once upon a time, it had already existed like this, so that he, who hated this kind of occasion and environment the most, would actually appear here.

Obviously it should be a solemn and solemn place to mourn the dead, but he looked around, there was no sad atmosphere, but people came and went, and the noise was very loud.

Obviously, people die and disappear, but there is not even the slightest trace of people around them who can make people cry a little, and there is no solemn feeling.

It's very similar to my mother's time.

At that time, in his darkest memory, the only thing he had was the endless sound of monks chanting, the incense candles burning on both sides, the beautiful sacrificial banners presented by relatives and friends on the corridor, and the real coolness of life was only buried in his chest.

He thought that he would never appear on such an occasion again, at least, until his mind was intact and not subject to fluctuations.

He calmly looked at the portrait of the deceased hanging above the mourning hall, as well as the word "Lay" in the next book.

It turned out that this was the girl's father.

Weiwei always mentions her father to him, always boasting proudly that her father is the best father in the world, and her father is a great writer.

In fact, he has always been faintly disdainful and sympathetic, her father is just a poor man, so even his wife will follow others.

I knew that this would be the case, so I followed her words a little more, made her happy, and stayed a little longer.

was squatting on the beauty of burning paper money with her eyebrows raised, and when she saw the figure wearing a striped suit and staying in front of the mourning hall, she was obviously stunned for a moment.

He is not very tall, but he has indeed drawn a lot taller than in previous years, although his body bones are not good at a glance, but a thin face like a knife is particularly handsome.

Weak shoulders, although it is slender that can't withstand the wind and rain, but, gradually, he has an adult-like bearing.

Obviously, he is only a 12-year-old boy.

She instinctively looked behind him.

Nothing but the driver.

A beautiful face flashed with a hint of loss.

In the past few years, Xiao Jun's enthusiasm for her has become more and more subsiding, and he has begun to be so absent-minded that people panic.

"Only upstairs!" Beautiful squeezed out the kindest smile at the boy who was almost a teenager.

Fortunately, Xiao Tu likes Weiwei, which is something that no other woman can do, and it is also her most superior bargaining chip.

Although the scene is a little out of place at this moment, the beauty is still difficult to conceal a faint sense of pride.

Xiao Tu saw it in his eyes, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly.

I'm really curious, what kind of doll will Dad and this big-breasted Aunt Barbie give birth to?

Refusing the chauffeur's accompaniment and the enthusiasm of the beautiful aunt, he "creaks" and "creaks" step by step on the old-fashioned wooden staircase.

The staircase was small and narrow, damp and dark, covered with greasy feet, and the steps were a little high, and after only a few steps, he was a little gasping, especially when a fat mouse actually crossed his leather shoes and "squeaked" at him.

His scalp was tingling, as was the heart on his broken body.

Although he likes small animals, he is definitely not such a small gray object.

He knew more clearly why Weiwei's mother wanted to leave her father.

The beautiful aunt is a woman who is very demanding about the quality of life.

He moved first, and the fat rat was so frightened that he ran away in a panic with his tail between his legs. Finally, step on the last step of the ladder -

"Only." He called her name with rare politeness.

However, no one answered.

So, he pushed open the unlocked wooden door.

The room was pitch black, and a cold air swept in.

Although a typhoon is coming, it is still a hot summer.

"Woo woo woo"

It was pitch black, but he could clearly see through the glimmer of light outside the window, the freezer in the center where the corpse of the deceased was placed, and the gray, blurred figure that was curled up into a ball with his head buried in his lap beside the freezer.

"Woo woo woo, dad don't die, don't die, daddy, daddy ......" has been trembling all the time, she fell into a mourning mood, she didn't pay attention at all, there was one more person by the door.

He looked at her quietly.

It's not the first time he's seen her cry, in fact, every time he's bullied so badly, she always likes to hide and cry alone.

It wasn't the first time he had stood like this and witnessed her miserable whimper, and it wasn't the first time.

Every time, the more she cried, he always felt funny and wanted to bully her more.

But.

This time, why is it difficult to even lift the corners of the lips?

He stroked his chest.

It hurts, it hurts.

Why, it hurts so much.

Pulling, it hurts.