The sky is smoky after the rain, and a song by Zhang Zhenyue can be looped all day.

The basin on the ground had already received a basin full of rainwater, and although it was muddy, it was clear enough.

If it was summer, my father would have used it to water the lettuce that was growing in the yard.

I remember when I was a child, in order to save some of the money in the bone tube, my father would plant a large area of side dishes in his yard.

But at that time, I didn't know where the seeds of some flowers and plants in the yard came from.

In the summer, it takes root in the yard unconsciously.

Spring moistens the earth, and rain gives birth to grains.

As a result, they grow larger and more luxuriant, and some even rise a head above the vegetables.

In order to prevent them from absorbing too much nutrients from the vegetables, my father would always squat on the ground silently by himself, and then "ruthlessly" get rid of them one by one.

But how can the life of "Spring" be so fragile?

A fresh breeze blew, and you see, the flower bones began to sprout sharp buds one after another.

In just one night's work, you'll find out what they can do for you.

Every time I come back from school, I always seem to see that there seem to be one or two more varieties in the yard, and I am surprised and surprised.

Some of them bloom, some don't, of course, Zhao Xun is more inclined to the kind of flowers that will bloom.

Not only are they beautifully colored, but they also have a captivating scent.

It even makes you feel like you're in a beautiful garden.

But if there is a thunderstorm, then they will be miserable.

After a storm, they will be like a child who has just made a mistake.

All of them drooped their heads, and in the end, they inevitably escaped the fate of flowers blooming and failing.

As a result, Zhao Xun began to notice the green that had never bloomed.

I saw that in the storm, they were still upright.

I can't help but feel jerky in my heart, in fact, when I think about it, it is good to bloom, and it is not a surprise not to bloom.

As a result, those red flowers and green leaves have inevitably become a beautiful scenery in this old house.

Faced with helpless flowers and plants, my father had no choice but to let them grow freely.

Whenever it rained, my father would brave the rain and use a shovel to make a diversion line for them.

At that time, my father always said that the rain in the sky was like the rain on this earth.

It must be comparable to the elixir and jade liquid in the palace, and I'm afraid that no matter how good the spring water is, it can't compare to the heavenly rain!

Later, high-rise buildings were erected, and the houses in which the family lived got higher and higher, and there was no such opportunity again.

Brew a cup of tea and share every afternoon with your father.

Nowadays, the father's thinking is becoming more and more sluggish, and those things commonly known as "reflex arcs" are becoming longer and longer in the father's body.

Zhao Xun took out the radio and pressed the play button, which was full of his father's favorite songs.

As the music slowly sounded, my father's frowning brow gradually relaxed.

The babbling little people in the alley are constantly shouting "Dad" and "Mommy";

The taxi drivers who are running around for their livelihood on cold nights don't know where they are gnawing on the dry food that is already cold;

The high school students who have completely relieved themselves after the college entrance examination are partying all night......

On the day I remembered, Ah Xiang came.

Zhao moved her stool, but Ah Xiang didn't sit on it.

Ah Xiang squatted at her father's feet, but her father didn't recognize her.

Ah Xiang said that her brother-in-law has found a better job than now, and the whole family may have to move out.

"Will you be back?"

Zhao looked at Sister Ah Xiang and only said these words.

In fact, Ah Xiang and Zhao Xun both know that they are mentors and friends, colleagues and friends.

Zhao is reluctant to give up Ah Xiang, just like reluctant to be quiet.

"Of course, you little fool, Shandong is very close to here, and this is my hometown!"

That day, Ah Xiang agreed to stay at Zhao Xun's house for dinner.

Although the old house is a little broken, Ah Xiang said that it made her regain the feeling of revolving around the earthen stove at home when she was a child.

After Ah Xiang left the sales department, it didn't take long for her to move out.

On the day he left the town, at five o'clock in the morning, Zhao Xun bid farewell to Ah Xiang at the station.

"Quick, call for Auntie."

If it weren't for Sister Ah Xiang carrying melons in one hand, Zhao Xun would really almost be unrecognizable!

"Hello to Auntie!"

"That's good, Guagua has grown up!"

Looking at the well-behaved little Guagua, Zhao Xun couldn't help but step forward and touch Guagua's little head.

I remember the first time I met Guagua, Guagua was only three years old at the time, not as tall as a table, and he was always lying on the ground playing with all kinds of small toys.

I haven't seen Guaga in these days, and now I've grown into a big guy.

Later, Zhao Xun did not follow Ah Xiang into the station, under the pretext that he forgot to bring his ID card, but just stood outside the station and watched from afar.

Zhao Xun didn't see Ah Xiang sitting in front of the car window, nor did he see Ah Xiang leaving him.

Zhao Xun and Ah Xiang did not say goodbye tacitly, because Zhao Xun knew that they would definitely meet again, just like when they first met.

It seems that the word "goodbye" is more like a promise in Zhao Xun's heart.

Once you say it, even if you try your best, you have to achieve it.

Ah Xiang's departure, Zhao Xun was happy for her.

After all, people always have to move forward, and this town has never been able to bring Ah Xiang what she wants.

Probably in the eyes of all of them, it seems that all this in front of them is slowly getting better.

But the kind of wordlessness buried deep in Zhao Xun's heart, only she can understand.

In fact, there are so many sufferings in this world, maybe only if you have survived the past yourself, can you count it as self-transcendence.

Zhao Xun is a person who is afraid of parting, she doesn't dare to say goodbye, and she doesn't dare to talk about separation.

However, Zhao Xun's life was full of separation.

In the end, my father was not able to move back into the big house.

Maybe this is the "fate" that the old people talk about!

When my father left, it was peaceful.

In fact, Zhao Xun had already expected all this in front of him.

She just didn't know that this day would come so quickly, so fast that she couldn't bear it.

It's as if they were enjoying the rain under the same sky a second ago, as if they were breathing under the same sky a second ago......

But in this world, aren't there thousands of regrets?

People who don't have time to see, things they don't have time to say, things they don't have time to do.

You and I, the same powerlessness.

At three o'clock in the morning, my father suddenly became seriously ill.

woke up the neighbors to help, and in the panic, I don't know who dialed 120.

In short, Zhao Xun's head was completely confused that day.

I don't know how I went to the hospital later, in short, Zhao Xun was not in the ambulance that pulled his father.

When the younger brother and Ziyi rushed back from Beijing, the younger brother couldn't cry silently in the rescue room.

It took a lot of effort before the doctor agreed to let the family members wear isolation gowns to visit them.

But when he went in, my father had a tube in his mouth all the time, and he couldn't say a word.

The doctor said that once the tube was removed, the father's breathing would stop immediately.

In fact, the ward that day was very noisy, the voices of doctors and nurses, the sound of rapid footsteps, and the alarm of the bedside monitor were very chaotic.

But in Zhao Xun's ears, all this is quiet, all this is static.

They were dressed in white, and they did everything they could, and they said, "We did our best!" ”。

Looking at the declining health on the monitor, Zhao Xun finally couldn't hold back anymore.

The younger brother brought Zhao to find it, maybe at this time, only the younger brother can find some short-term warmth for Zhao.

When my father left, it seemed that everything had been settled, but it was as if there was nothing left.

The doctor said that my father died of an "acute cerebral hemorrhage", which is commonly known as the sudden rupture of blood vessels in the head, which led to this sudden catastrophe.

When he was dying, his father did not have the strength to explain something, but fortunately, he saw his younger brother for the last time.

Before closing his eyes, his father had been staring closely at the door of the ward, maybe his younger brother was the same as Zhao Xun, they both knew what his father was looking forward to.

Knowing the irreversibility of this ending, Zhao Xun knelt at his father's bedside with his younger brother.

Holding his father's hands, Zhao Xun realized that the big hands that were once used to teach her had become so rough at some point.

Her father's eyes were full of tears, and Ziyi seemed to see her father's helplessness.

Then he insisted on bringing Happy to his father's last face.

It's just that I didn't expect that on the way back from Ziyi, my father closed his eyes forever.

Maybe the father doesn't want his granddaughter to see the worst side of himself, or maybe the father wants to leave the most beautiful side in the heart of the little happy.

The sudden departure of his father reminded Zhao of his kind grandmother.

The moment he received the death notice, Zhao Xun trembled his hands, and he couldn't accept the facts in front of him.

It was originally a light piece of paper, but at this moment, it weighed as much as a thousand pounds.

As the only man in the family, the younger brother took the notice from Zhao Xun's hand and signed his name in the last relative column - Zhao Muxuan.

In less than five hours, my father's life came to an end here.

In fact, the word "death" itself is not terrible, it is terrible to be silent in your heart.

God created all things, and heaven reincarnated.

Life and death are a compulsory lesson in each of our lives, and no one is immune to this path.

However, when we parasitize in this melting pot of the world, we are gradually colored.

Some people live to be 100 years old, while others die in the first place.

Life and death are dependent, this is a law and a law.

Confucius Ziyun: "Unknown life, unknown death." ”

But when it actually comes to you, that dark fear is like the devil in hell!

The sudden departure of his father made Zhao Xun extremely frightened.