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I don't understand, obviously the direction I went to was the dormitory, why I ended up in a small forest, and who Qu Shuai and Zhao Desheng were, why Fengya knew them, judging from the conversation between them, they seemed to have known each other for a long time.

I can't help but think of what happened a month ago.

The first time I delivered the shipment, the words that the old man said began to echo in my mind.

All people, what kind of courier company is this, why all his systems are different from other courier companies.

I made a decision in my heart that I had to figure it out no matter what.

Ma Qiwen is not in the same province as me, his home is in the next province, and it takes half a day by train. At this time, it was close to twelve o'clock, and although there were many rich people in Shajiagou, there were also many poor people, and I waited in line until two o'clock in the afternoon before I bought a train ticket.

When I arrived in the next province, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

Like me, Ma Qiwen is from a rural area, but his family is much richer than mine, and his family is engaged in a pig farm business, and he will have a net income of about 100,000 yuan a year. Speaking of which, I also have some sympathy for Ma Qiwen, who is the same age as me, and left at a young age, which is a relatively heavy blow to rural families.

I didn't dare to slack off, so I first rushed to the city where Ma Qiwen was located and found a hotel to stay in for the night.

Ma Qiwen was the next day of the funeral, and according to rural customs, this point was about ordering soup.

Moreover, even if I go, such a big thing happened in Ma Qiwen's home, I'm afraid his parents won't be in much of a mood to entertain him, and I don't want to trouble people.

I found a hotel to stay overnight, got up early at six o'clock the next morning, dressed neatly, and then rushed to Ma Qiwen's house.

I know Ma Qiwen's home, I went to his house when we were in college together, and I once helped Ma Qiwen feed the pigs for a while. His parents were also very welcoming, but that was only in the beginning, and it can't be compared to now.

When I entered Marchin's village, the sound of mourning came to my ears.

My nose was sore, and I thought that my brother, who had lived together in college for four years, would leave me like this, and no one would feel good.

I wiped away my tears, and though I still remembered what I had seen a few days ago, I had heard a legend.

This legend was told by a big brother in my hometown.

That night, Big Brother got up to pour water and didn't turn on the light, but vaguely saw that he seemed to see someone standing in the living room, Big Brother was startled and hurriedly turned on the light, the living room was empty, and there was no one. Then, Big Brother received a call from the hospital, saying that his father had just died......

I don't know if this kind of legend has ever been in the past, but someone has said that this is the old man's thoughts about his child, just wanting to see his child for the last time.

Ma Qiwen once told me that the people he hated the most in his life were his parents, and the person he pitied the most was me. At that time, when I heard Ma Qiwen's words, I just pushed him, saying that I didn't have that kind of interest.

But looking at it now, the Ma Qiwen I saw a few days ago should be a longing body.

I collected my mood and walked briskly to Ma Qiwen's house.

There were already many people standing in front of Ma Qiwen's house, and there were some familiar faces among them.

It's the eldest and fourth in the dormitory.

When the boss saw me coming, he dropped the things in his hand and ran over quickly, hit me on the shoulder with a fist, and asked with tears on his face, "Why did you only come here now?" Didn't you get noticed? The second child was reading your name all the time before leaving. ”

I was silent.

He stood still and didn't say a word.

The fourth child ran over and stopped the boss and comforted: "We all know the relationship between you and the second child, now that the second child is gone, you can go over and take a look." ”

I nodded.

Step by step, he walked towards Ma Qiwen's mourning hall.

My steps were heavy, and in an instant, I couldn't hold back my tears.

It is said that men don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place.

With a thud, I knelt before the spirit of Ma Qiwen.

Looking at the black-and-white picture on the spiritual table, I wanted to laugh, I wanted to shout, I wanted to get the fat man I had called for four years to stand up, even if it was just to move my hands and open my eyes to look at me.

But death is like a lamp going out.

All the sad words went into the brazier with the fire paper in my hand and turned to ashes.

Ma Qiwen's father patted me on the shoulder, his face heavy, as if he had a lot to say. Ma Qiwen's mother was crying on the sidelines.

How the morning passed, I don't know. From the moment I saw Ma Qiwen's spiritual position, I couldn't hear or see anything, I just sat beside Ma Qiwen's coffin in a daze, burning the fire paper inside little by little.

I was awakened by the cry of a little girl, who was holding a big fat white puppet in her hand, not big, but very fat, very fat......

I walked over and asked, "Little sister, why are you crying?" ”

The little girl raised her head and looked at me, and continued to cry: "Da Bai, my Da Bai is no longer talking, he is no longer talking......"

My body shuddered. Yes, Da Bai stopped talking, and Ma Qiwen stopped talking.

I stroked the girl's head and whispered, "Don't worry, one day he'll speak again." ”

The little girl wiped her tears, blinked her eyes, and asked me, "Really?" Big brother, are you telling the truth? Will Brother Ma Qiwen speak again one day? ”

My heart tingled, my hand paused, and after a moment, I nodded tearfully and walked away.

People are sometimes like this, the younger they are, the more they are looking forward to something.

I wish I could be like this girl.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the first breath before the funeral.

The people who came to help demolished the funeral shed, and the relatives of the Ma family who were one or two generations younger than Ma Qiwen kowtowed and burned the fire paper, and Ma Qiwen's coffin was lifted.

Along the way, I was silent.

The eldest and fourth talked a lot in my ear, and some classmates were comforting me, but I didn't know what to say, I just wanted to be quiet, quietly accompany Ma Qiwen through this last journey.

At this moment, the eight people carrying the coffin stopped and said that something was wrong.

I walked over briskly and asked what was going on.

A big man carrying the coffin said, "Look, there is something in this place."

One part of the tail coffin seemed to have been hit by something, and there seemed to be something inside.

I was stunned, and the manager ran over, took out the things in the crack, and sat on the ground in fright, and the things in my hands fell to the ground.

It was a notebook.

I bent down to pick it up and opened it, and it was full of March's handwriting.

The governor said, "Well, who did this?" ”

I said, "What's the matter, sir, isn't it just a notebook?" ”

The manager looked at me and said anxiously: "We checked before leaving, the coffins are all good, there are no problems, how can there be a notebook in this crack." Moreover, we burned all the deceased's stuff last night......"