In November, the icy autumn wind blew mercilessly, one after another, rolling up the dust on the ground, wantonly

The ground swayed into the air, and everywhere was a gray patch.

On the second floor of Xinhua Bookstore in S County, it was very quiet, and a girl was standing against the window, with her head bowed and a curved willow

Eyebrows, high nose bridge, pink peach cheeks, delicate lips, slightly upturned corners of the mouth, pure and pure

A little playful, shoulder-length short hair is black and shiny, refreshing and soft.

The girl is wearing a white LM casual sportswear, with a slender figure and a pair of brand new white sneakers.

The delicate and smooth left hand holds an art book, and the slender and slender fingers of the right hand gently flip through it.

From time to time, he looked up and stared out the window with clear and bright eyes, thoughtfully.

"Qing'er! Qing'er! ”

A hurried, lowered his throat, and a shout interrupted Li Qing's thoughts.

Then the wind flashed into a woman of medium build, short hair, in her thirties.

Stomping his feet vigorously in front of the bookshelf, shaking his fists clenched, panting, looking around eagerly,

He stepped in front of Li Qing and quickly turned back.

"Ouch! Finally found you."

Zhang Ju froze, opened his eyes wide, looked at Li Qing, sighed, stretched out his right hand, grabbed Li Qing's left arm, and walked to the door.

Li Qing twisted his thin neck, his eyes lit up, his eyebrows showed surprise, and his lips opened slightly, revealing whiteness

Straight teeth, wide eyes, and a soft call

"Fourth aunt?"

Then he pouted again, pretending to be angry

"What are you doing here?"

Li Qing's bright eyes blinked, his thin waist twisted slightly, raised his legs, and walked lightly to the bookshelf

Take two steps, close the book with your left hand, hand it to your right hand, and prepare to put the book back in place.

Zhang Ju had a serious face, staring at Li Qing with wide eyes, her lips trembling,

"Your dad, sick, very serious!"

"Fourth mother, what are you talking about?"

Li Qing was startled, the book in his hand fell to the ground with a click, his willow eyebrows were slightly raised, and his face was tense.

With slender and soft hands, he grabbed Zhang Ju's arm and leaned forward with his face.

"What's wrong with my dad? Sick?"

Yesterday afternoon, I went to my aunt's house in the county seat to play, and when I went out, I said hello to my father, and my father was still smiling, and I had never heard that my father was uncomfortable? ”

"You, Dad, are dead! Your dad, last night, slept to death! ”

Zhang Ju stomped his feet, word by word, and popped out from between his teeth.

Like bombs, they exploded in Li Qing's ears.

Li Qing's whole person shook for a moment, and his head seemed to have been smashed with a hammer.

Headache splitting, buzzing and incitement, fainting several times, legs like stepping on cotton, fragrant shoulders loosened, head

crooked and collapsed to the ground.

"Qing'er, Qing'er! Don't scare me! ”

Zhang Ju cried and helped Li Qing up...

After a long time, Li came to his senses, his face was pale, his eyes were glazed, and his eyes were full of tears.

Li Qing was supported by Zhang Ju, and returned home after several turnovers, and the alleys from the national highway to his home, the courtyard and the courtyard were crowded with people.

The cry shook the sky.

Li Qing dragged his heavy feet and struggled to push through the crowd.

Mother Song Nanzhi and eldest sister Li Yun have cried and fainted, and the younger sister Li Feng is grinning, her hair is scattered, her face is full of tears, and she is crying.

His father, Li Zhenfu, was lying on his back on the bed, his face was like yellow paper, his eyes were closed, and he was very peaceful.

Li Qing wondered what was wrong with his father! Not believing that his father had passed away, he grabbed Li Zhenfu's arm with both hands, shook it vigorously, and howled heartbreakingly

"Dad! .... Father! ....”

Zhang Ju sobbed, hugged Li Qing tightly with both arms, and Li Qing's body shook one after another.

Li Qing pushed Zhang Ju away, knelt on his legs, and threw himself in front of his father, tears flowed down like a flood bursting the embankment, Li Qing's trembling hands stroked his father's legs, cold and cold, and the spirit shivered a few times.

But I thought in my heart that my father didn't leave, my father didn't leave, my father just fell asleep, and he would wake up one day. Will be home one day.