It was nearly noon when the people left the old man's grave, but the sun was gone, obscured by a large dark cloud, while the rest of the sky was generally clear. Zhang Kun did not leave the cemetery immediately with everyone, but let the old people who saw off their grandfather rest for a while in the shade of the garden. Shi Jiaojiao hid by the ditch outside the cemetery, leaning on the rough cement pillar and tilting her head, she could see an old man holding Zhang Kun's hand, constantly wiping her tears, but she couldn't hear what they were saying.

It was already afternoon when Zhang Kun left the cemetery with everyone, Shi Jiaojiao watched them get on the road out of the park, exhaled deeply, and turned around and walked into the cemetery. She relied on her memory to find the vicinity of the old man's tombstone, and searched back and forth several times before finally standing alone in front of the old man's smiling portrait. Facing this solemn stone stele, Shi Jiaojiao suddenly understood the reason why Zhang Kun stood still by default: when you face goodbye, there are no words to express.

The wind was blowing, and the wind was blowing more dark clouds, and there was no longer the clear light of the morning. Like rain but not rain, Shi Jiaojiao felt a little cool on the tip of her nose, but there was nothing when she touched it. She looked at the newly erected monument, and there was a new and old smile on Grandpa Zhang Kun. She pursed her lips and smiled, "Grandpa, I'm not late!" As he spoke, he opened the unzipped bag, took out a compact bouquet of immortal flowers and a book from it, placed them on the altar, and said, "This time it was too hasty, I will definitely bring flowers to you next time." ”

"Wait a minute!" Shi Jiaojiao said and stood the bag next to the tombstone, and went not far away to get the iron basin provided by the cemetery for burning paper money. Shi Jiaojiao moved the flower, opened the plastic cover of the book and threw it into the bag, and the plainly bound cover was written in regular script with four willow fonts of "Six Records of Floating Life", and said: "This is the book you always want to read, you said that this is a comfortable life that you always want to live, but I don't know why, I can't read it a second time." Now ......"

Shi Jiaojiao said, suddenly tore open the smooth cover of the paper, along with a few pages of table of contents and preface, threw it into the iron basin full of burning marks, took out a lighter and lit a few pieces of paper. The light of the fire during the day was faint, and the heat gently licked Shi Jiaojiao's knees, and she simply did it on the steps under the altar, adding pages one by one, watching the fire grow stronger. The flames jumped in Shi Jiaojiao's quiet eyes, and the burned ash was carried into the air by the wind, and the old people said that the deceased was receiving their offerings.

Shi Jiaojiao pursed her lips and smiled slightly, tore off the page with children's illustrations in the volume of "Leisure Notes", let the tongue of fire slowly approach, and said softly: "Now you can read it slowly." She tore off a thick stack, a whole roll, the paper was too heavy, as soon as she put it down, it almost crushed the flames, Shi Jiaojiao grabbed a branch next to her, and picked up the stack of papers, and the fire was reactivated. In a few moments, a book had been torn off more than half.

"It seems to be raining," Shi Jiaojiao said to the flames, "Grandpa, you see, there is no place to hide from the rain in this circle, and I forgot to bring an umbrella, so the first thing you should do is to bless it not to rain for the time being!" Shi Jiaojiao raised her eyes to look at the old man's photo, which was much more energetic than she remembered in her mind, and she grinned, "I haven't noticed yet, you were also a beautiful man when you were young!" She looked at the old man's earnest gaze in the photo, and suddenly felt a sense of embarrassment, and involuntarily buried her head in the fire and continued to burn the fire.

"Hehe, you must be laughing at me for being so embarrassed, right?" Shi Jiaojiao scratched her forehead, "People are inherently divided and united, and there is no need to make old and dead people not get along." Shi Jiaojiao licked her lips, "I could have taken the initiative to discuss with Mr. Zhang Kun and come generously to send you on your last ride, and he would definitely not refuse me." But I can't let go of it, so I can only sneak around like this. Probably, it will take until you are your age to be frank! Shi Jiaojiao raised her head again, and the old man still had that loving smile.

The stiff back cover was scalded, burned red, and turned into black ashes, no new combustibles were added, and the flames grew smaller and smaller, until at last only a little spark with a heat wave remained, and the entire book burned out...... Shi Jiaojiao grabbed a small black branch, sat beside the iron basin with her face in a daze, and muttered, "I want to have a good time watching this time, grandpa." "Her eyes were hollow, as in this lifeless place.

A small, black bird, jumping up and down on the uneven stone slab, was somehow startled, flapping its wings and flying towards the gray sky. Shi Jiaojiao was awakened by the sound of wings flapping, moved her head and blinked, only to hear a sound of broken footsteps, which stopped abruptly when Shi Jiaojiao lifted her eyelids. Shi Jiaojiao maintained a curled up posture, her elbows rested on her knees, her face in both hands, a small charred black branch between her fingertips, and blinked helplessly.

With the gray sky as the background, Zhang Kun stood in the desolate cemetery, in front of Shi Jiaojiao's eyes. His pale countenance, deep eyes, and a bluish chin...... What Shi Jiaojiao is familiar with, everything about him, is so concrete and abruptly presented in front of him, dyed with grief by a mourning dress, which makes people's hearts ache.

Her pale eyes met his cold pool-like eyes, like light meeting a black hole, swallowed cleanly.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Kun licked his lips and walked towards his grandfather's tombstone. Shi Jiaojiao looked at Zhang Kun's approaching figure, as if she had lost consciousness for a while, and sat stupidly like that, unable to react. Zhang Kun lowered his eyes to look at the iron basin that was still shining with sparks, crossed the platform with one foot, straddled the steps, moved the bouquet that Shi Jiaojiao placed in the center of the altar, and from the gap between the stone tablet and the platform, he took out a pen with a metallic luster, and muttered in a low voice: "It really fell here." ”

It was Zhang Kun's ordinary voice that recalled Shi Jiaojiao's consciousness, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at the things that had been recovered, only to find that she and Zhang Kun were so close that she could see the green stubble that was about to emerge on his hard jawbone. The blackened end of the small branch moved, inadvertently scratching on the fabric of the same color on Zhang Kun's shoulder, Shi Jiaojiao couldn't help but gasp, and quickly pinched her fingers, not daring to move again.

Zhang Kun touched the polished and polished stele, pursed his lips, opened the iron basin that was still a little hot with his bare hands, squatted in front of the old man's portrait, and whispered: "The little girl is here, are you happy?" Regarding the question that he couldn't wait for an answer from today onwards, Zhang Kun was very indifferent, just lowered his head and smiled, and said softly: "It's good to be happy." Shi Jiaojiao sat cramped there, leaning her shoulders unnaturally, always feeling that she should say something, but only spit out a hesitant "I" word.

Before Shi Jiaojiao racked her brains to come up with a complete sentence, Zhang Kun had already stood up simply, and her tall figure made it impossible to communicate between him standing and Shi Jiaojiao who was sitting. Zhang Kun, who was standing quietly, didn't know whether to say goodbye to the old man again, or waited for the woman's words, so he didn't leave immediately. And Shi Jiaojiao opened her trembling lips slightly, looked at the man's side face boldly, and never said another word.

"Grandpa, I'm the only one in this world." Zhang Kun said coldly, and turned around and left without looking back.