The night breeze is blowing, the stars are still the same, as if nothing has changed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The only thing that is about to change is that some people will disappear forever.

"How much longer?" I asked.

"Ten minutes, or less." My dad frowned, and he couldn't figure out the exact time: "Anyway, it's almost that number, only less and not more." ”

"Well, that's really not much time." I smiled, holding back the tears that were about to burst out of my eyes, slowly lowered my head, and asked him in a hoarse voice, "Is there anything you want to say?" ”

Really, at that point, I didn't know what to do except cry.

But I understand that if I cry, my dad will be more relieved, so I can't cry.

Since he has to go, he has to let him go in peace, and he shouldn't leave any regrets and worries.

"Everything that should be instructed has been given, and there is nothing more to say." My father seemed very calm, as if he had seen through life and death, sat on the ground with an indifferent face, smoked a cigarette and said, "Eighteen years later, Lao Tzu is a good man again." ”

"Well, I can see that." I smiled reluctantly: "You have accumulated so much virtue in this life, and in the next life, you will definitely be the second generation of rich officials and the second generation, and you will be happy!" ”

"." My father said disdainfully: "The richer and more powerful, the more troubles there will be, I don't want to live so tired, just be ordinary." ”

"You're really open-minded." I smiled wryly.

"What are you afraid of, it's not that you can't see each other, maybe you have to line up for reincarnation, I can still take the time to go home and see you." My dad patted me on the shoulder, looked at me very seriously, and said: "God's most merciful thing is that people can become ghosts when they die, ordinary people are afraid of ghosts, and that is only when they are young, and when they are old, they will know how happy it is to have ghosts in this world, and I believe you now know how happy this is....... Hey bunny, didn't I remember that you were afraid of ghosts when you were a child? ”

"Well, I was afraid when I was a child, but I'm not afraid now." I smiled: "It's better for a person to die and become a ghost than to completely disappear from this world after a person dies, at least to have a thought, not to really disappear." ”

"Isn't it!" My dad laughed and said, "So, don't be sad, live a good life!" ”

"It's just a little reluctant to give you up." I whispered.

"What is there to be reluctant to, let's meet again, it will be sooner or later." My father sighed, patted me on the shoulder, and said word by word: "Everyone will not die, nor will they disappear forever, because their descendants are the continuation of their lives, and you are the continuation of my life, understand?" ”

When I heard this, I was slightly stunned and didn't say anything.

"When you miss me, look at the picture or look in the mirror." My dad laughed and said, "Aren't you me?" ”

"Holy shit." I laughed and said, "Dad, you're quite philosophical." ”

"Philosophical." My father waved his hand angrily: "Hurry up, I'm running out of time." ”

"What's the hurry?" I was stunned.

"While there's still some time, you can tell me a commentary, I love to hear this thing." My father smiled, glanced at the sin wood I pinned to my waist, and his eyes were full of memories: "The old man likes to listen, I love to listen, I guess you will love to listen to it in the future." ”

"That's a must." I laughed and said, "No matter how you say it, we're all a family, this thing is genetic, not to mention that I'll have to rely on this piece of wood to eat in the future!" ”

As soon as the words fell, I got up and took a few steps back, sat cross-legged in front of my father, picked up the wood, and asked him, "Which passage would you like to hear?" ”

"Liu Ling is legendary." My dad laughed.

"Liu Ling?" I rubbed my nose, a little embarrassed: "Want to hear the story of that drunkard?" ”

"yes." My dad laughed and said, "I've been very confused all my life, it's like I'm drunk, my brain has never been sober, drunk and dreaming of death, how is it not a way to live........"

"Okay, then I'll tell you a paragraph." I nodded: "Let's say okay first, I'm relatively unfamiliar with this paragraph, and some places are not good, so you are not allowed to scold me." ”

"That's for sure." My father nodded, looked at me deeply, and his smile was full of relief: "Changshan, let's talk about it, let your father listen to this story before leaving, just say it for the last time, I have heard the old man say it before." ”

I hummed, thought for a moment, and slammed the wood up and slammed it on the ground.

The sound of the wood is startling, and everything is silent.

At that moment, it seemed that even the sound of the wind was gone, and everything was quiet to the extreme.

"Storytelling, singing, drama and persuasion, the three avenues go to the center, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life!"

"This time we're talking about the story of Liu Ling's wine saint.........."

Listening to my commentary in a slightly hoarse voice, my father couldn't help nodding his head, and the meaning of relief on his face became stronger, especially when he heard me read out the final poem, he seemed to think of the old man, and his eyes turned red.

At this moment, my father's body suddenly lit up with a soft white light, the same white light I saw when I first entered the Mount of Immortal.

The same softness.

The same serenity.

In the hazy white light, my father still didn't make any moves, just looked at me with a smile on his face, and the relief in his eyes was more than reluctance.

I looked at him blankly, but the wood that had just been raised in my hand couldn't fall.

"Son, you are the pride of your father." He laughed: "Although I haven't been able to take care of you all these years, you remember, I ....... Fuck it doesn't matter if it's pockmarked now, right? ”

"It's okay, you say, I'll listen." I replied with a shudder, my eyes moistening, but I held back my tears and did not dare to fall in front of him.

"Dad is a rough man, but also a careless person, he can mess up everything, and he can forget everything........"

When he said this, he suddenly laughed sadly, raised his hand and shook it twice, as if he wanted to touch me again.

"Son, you have to believe me, I really, I can forget anything, but I have never forgotten to love you......."

"The biggest regret in my life is that I couldn't pull you to the ....... in person"

"I'm sorry....... Son........ Sorry ........"

When I heard these words, the tears were no longer under my control, and they were running down my face, but before I could say anything, my father yelled.

"Don't cry !!"

"Dad......."

"Don't cry !!"

My father looked at me angrily, suddenly trembled, and said word by word.

"If you cry, I really can't leave........"

Hearing this, I didn't hesitate any longer, closed my eyes tightly, then raised my idle left hand, wiped the tears on my face, and then squeezed out an ugly smile, opened my eyes to look at my father, and said, "Shall I continue to talk to you?" ”

"Good!" When my father saw that I didn't cry anymore, he smiled and kept nodding: "You go on, Dad listens!" ”

I hummed, lowered my head, and looked at the wood in my hand, and my body trembled wider.

Then, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

After taking pictures of the wood, I cried a little and told my father the story of Liu Ling for the last time.

"That day........"

I don't remember much about what happened after that.

I only vaguely remember that as the story progressed, the more white light appeared on my father's body, until the end, his facial features were covered tightly, and no trace was exposed.

Really, I was afraid that my father would not be able to finish listening to my story before he left, so at that time, I didn't dare to speak slowly, so I could only speed up my speech.

I have to say that God is still quite merciful in this matter.

About six or seven minutes, right?

Or ten minutes or so?

The story of Liu Ling's drunken ghost was completely finished by me, and I didn't miss anything at all.

And my father, the foolish ghost who killed himself, slowly disappeared from my sight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The details of that process, I remember very vaguely.

But the heart-rending feeling of losing a loved one little by little, I will never forget it.

Of course, the words my father told me are more vivid in my memory than this maddening torture.

He said.

He can forget everything.

But he never forgot to love me.