Clear and bright.

Shin Min is eighteen years old, and he is as endearing as a field of rape flowers in spring. There was a light rain in the sky, and her father took her to another cemetery in the suburbs with paper money and flowers after sweeping her mother's grave, where her brother, whom she had never met, was buried.

Surprisingly, a man squatted in front of the tombstone, burning paper money and tin foil, and the rain and flames turned into smoke around him.

"Who's there?"

The old prosecutor shouted, and the other party slowly turned around, stood up awkwardly, and was about to flee.

Shen Yuanchao grabbed his arm: "Stop! Are you Ah Liang? ”

"I'm sorry, I just ......"

"Thank you!" Shen Yuanchao was excited and hugged him tightly, "Child, don't say it." ”

Shen Min, a sophomore high school girl, was a little puzzled, and put the flowers in front of the tombstone, which was engraved with "The Tomb of the Beloved Son Shenming", and below was "Father Shen Yuan Chao Weeping", as well as the date of birth and death - May 11, 1970 - June 19, 1995.

The young man was stiffly held in his arms by Shen Yuanchao, his arms originally drooping, but they involuntarily lifted up, and also put it on his back, hugging him tighter and tighter.

"I'll catch that demon with my own hands!"

He whispered in his ear, and Shen Yuanchao also whispered: "It would be great if you were my son." ”

"Dad, don't do this!"

The daughter reminded them that the rain had wet their hair, and she propped the umbrella above their heads, and the father let go of the boy, coughed dryly, and said, "I'm sorry, I know that you have come to sweep my son's grave, and his spirit in heaven will definitely bless you." ”

Shin Min glared at the boy vigorously, it was she who told him about her brother's grave, she was afraid to let her father know, and at the same time scolded in her heart - I don't know what the dead boy is, he really ran to the cemetery?

Last week, she was sweating alone at the Malatang restaurant next to Wuyi Middle School, and was suddenly patted on the back, but she turned around as a young boy. In the past few months, she has become more wary of the opposite sex, and was about to turn around and run away, but she still remembered this face, patted her heart and said, "Ouch, scared to death!" ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, you still know me."

"Your name is Ah Liang?"

"That's right, Xiaomin." He pointed across the road and said, "Every weekend, I work at that little bookstore. ”

"Okay, I'll be going to buy books a lot."

"No, the proprietress is very fierce, if you come and talk to me, she may fire me for squid."

"Okay."

She stuck out her tongue, and the boy asked, "Is your dad okay?" ”

"Retire and stay at home, read weird books when you have nothing to do."

"Strange books?"

"It's all about killing people — it scared the hell out of me when I saw the cover, and I thought he was going to be mentally ill."

"Are you going to sweep my brother's grave?"

"Since the first year of junior high school, every Qingming, my father will drag me to the cemetery."

"Can you tell me where?"

Shen Min couldn't have imagined that a few days later, during the Qingming Festival, this kid would really come to the cemetery.

In the mist and rain, Shen Yuanchao stopped his daughter behind him. He was confused, and only then did he remember that the last time he saw this young man was a year ago today, in front of Officer Huanghai's grave - he saw Ah Liang's tombstone.

"Are you—still alive?"

This is a question that should only be asked in the cemetery of Qingming Festival.

The boy looked at him noncommittally, and then looked at the tombstone behind him: "I will not disappear from this world unless the murderer of the stated murderer is brought to justice." ”

"Ah Liang, if what I see you is not my hallucination-" Shen Yuanchao touched his face and hair again, "No, how can it be an illusion?" ”

He turned around and asked his daughter nervously, "Xiaomin, have you seen him?" Am I talking to a cloud of air? ”

"No, I saw him too."

Shin Min hides behind the tombstone in fear, but he doesn't dare to lie in front of his father.

"Yes, you're a living person! If I could still see you, then my son affirmed—maybe he was still alive in this world? This year, he should be forty-three years old. ”

Shen Yuanchao was almost crazy by him, knelt down in front of Shen Ming's tombstone, lit the paper money on fire and said, "Xiao Ming, if you are still in this world, please tell me." ”

For the past year, he has been searching for this man in his forties in the vast sea of people.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the boy slipped away from the cemetery silently. When my father and sister raised their heads, they found that Ah Liang's ghost had already drifted away.