"Brother Feng, what's going on at home, I see that your face has changed." Wang Hao held the steering wheel with both hands, and from time to time squinted his eyes to observe the wind in the passenger seat.

"I died in a car accident." Feng Yan looked straight at the front windshield, Wang Hao next to him heard Feng Yan's words, he was speechless for a while, honest people are born stupid, I want to say a few words of comfort, but I don't know what to say: "Brother... Brother, the festival mourns and changes. ”

Mi Xiaojun, who was sitting in the back of the driver's seat by the window, had been watching Feng Yan, she had never seen Feng Yan so sad, seeing the tears in the corners of Feng Yan's eyes, Mi Xiaojun was very distressed, originally it was a day worth celebrating for them to be able to rebuild the old friendship today, but they didn't expect it to come out suddenly. Mi Xiaojun just stared at Feng Yan all the way to observe the changes in his expression, but she didn't say a word, because she knew her lover too well, and she knew that Feng Yan needed more tranquility now, rather than endless comfort.

On the provincial highway leading from Sanxian to Taixian, because it has not been repaired for many years, the road surface has long been crushed by heavy-duty vehicles such as sand and gravel, and there is not even a street lamp on both sides of the road, under the dark night sky, the van driven by Wang Hao can only see two strong lights swaying and moving quickly on the road.

Two hours later, in the screeching sound of sudden braking, the van stopped at the gate of the Taixian County Hospital.

As soon as he turned the road to the emergency building, he saw his father squatting alone on the steps of the emergency building and smoking.

"Dad, what about people?" Feng Yan panted and stood in front of his father.

"They all went home...... The fat man sent to the morgue. ”

Feng Yan heard his father's words and ran directly towards the morgue.

"Why are you going? Don't go, you are obedient, don't go to see the wind. The father threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and got up and chased after him.

"Dad, you let me go, you let me go and see the fat man, let me see him one last time, Dad, I beg you."

At the door of the morgue, the father hugged the wind and said that he would not let go: "Child, you are obedient, the fat man is gone, you can't live anymore, you are obedient, let's go back...... The fat man wouldn't want you to see him like this!! ”

"You let go of me...... Father! Lying inside is my brother! He's just smashed into a pulp! I've got to see him one last time...... Dad, you don't want your son to feel guilty for the rest of his life!! You let go!! ”

Feng Yan broke free from his father's arms and broke into the morgue directly, about five minutes later, I saw Feng Yan slowly walked out of it with a dull expression, and the father who was squatting on the side saw his son's appearance and hurriedly greeted him: "Feng Yan, Feng Yan, son, you are okay, don't scare Dad, you are not ......"

Before his father could finish speaking, Feng Yan suddenly squatted in the corner of the wall and vomited.

The father quickly took out a stack of toilet paper from his pocket and handed it to Feng Yan: "I just said I wouldn't let you see it......"

"God doesn't have long eyes, and he won't even leave a whole corpse......... Yes!!! God doesn't have long eyes!! Feng Yan sat on the ground and cried.

Mi Xiaojun heard the sound and ran in briskly from outside.

"It's Xiaojun, why are you coming with you?" Feng Yan's father looked up and just saw Mi Xiaojun who had already walked to his side.

"Uncle, I don't worry about Feng Yan coming with me...... Feng Yan, the ground is cold, get up......" Mi Xiaojun said and bent down to help Feng Yan to the row of chairs next to him with Feng Yan's father.

"Feng Yan, people can't be resurrected after death, you want to open it."

"Feng Yan, things are already like this, it's useless for you to cry, his brother doesn't know about this yet, you should think about how to go to school tomorrow and tell Ma Ren."

"Uncle, leave it to me here, you can go back and rest early."

"Uh...... Good...... That, Feng Yan, I still have some money in my pocket, I left it for you. ”

"Uncle, no need."

"Then I'll go......" Feng Yan's father put the more than three hundred yuan he took out of his pocket on the chair next to Feng Yan and turned to leave. I want to talk about "Our First Decade" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~