No. 106337 parallel time and space.

The solar system, the third planet - the blue star.

A.D. 2017, March 19.

The highway was full of traffic, and the bus driver looked intently at the signs on both sides, his expression cautious.

Outside the window, it was drizzling.

The early spring, which is warm and cold, always carries some capricious emotions.

The passengers in the car also seemed to be sad, at least on the surface, neatly dressed in black suits, black gauze armbands and white chrysanthemums.

In the dreary atmosphere, the bus driver saw the sign in front of him, which was impressively marked with the words "Huashi 10 kilometers".

In the front seat, a bloodless young man looked out of the car window with bloodshot eyes, his eyes were empty and blank, and his hands were dead wrapped around two small jars.

The dark clouds on the horizon seemed to be overwhelming with eternal despair and depression, and the cold ice rain slapped on the glass, so pale and powerless.

After a while, the driver gently turned the steering wheel, and the bus got off the highway with flashing turn signals.

As soon as you enter the township road, the potholes and small stones on the road make the bus bump slightly.

Instead of entering Huashi Town, turn to the township road in the southwest direction.

Between the hills and mountains, clouds and mist shrouded in mist.

Light rain comes and goes, the road is still potholes, and the sudden bumps make people feel a little uncomfortable.

However, the young man leaning against the car window had no waves in his heart, as if he was a pool of stagnant water.

The ups and downs outside, the silence in the car, and the silence in the car, were not as good as his grief.

"Aoba, it's here."

A gentle magnetic voice rang in his ears, the source of the voice, with sadness and concern on his face.

Li Qingye woke up from his grief-stricken self, looked at the old man in front of him whose temples had turned gray, and replied with his lips trembling slightly: "I know, Uncle Wu." ”

The old man turned his head and ordered solemnly: "Jianxin, Xiaohong, you help Qingye." ”

"Okay." Du Jianxin, a short, round-faced young man, nodded.

Su Hong, another tall young man with glasses and a Chinese face, also stood up and hurriedly helped Li Qingye up, so as not to have an accident in the columbarium.

With the support and escort of the two, the group finally got out of the car.

Du Jianxin and the old man were holding black umbrellas together.

The sky was still drizzling.

More than a dozen villagers in Gaoshansi Village, Qingshanqiao Town, also under the leadership of the two clan elders, waited at the village gate with black umbrellas for a long time.

The elegant old man hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "The old man Wu Heguang is Zhonghua's friend, and this funeral will bother you folks." ”

"Mr. Wu is polite, old man, I am Zhonghua's seventh uncle, and I make people! Alas......" The old man with the crutches glanced at Li Qingye, who was pale, and sighed slightly.

The seventh uncle comforted Li Qingye a few more words, and then took the group to the small square in the village.

In the small square, in a shed that had already been erected, a mourning hall, a spiritual seat and a wreath were arranged, Li Qingye silently placed his parents' ashes altar on the table in front of the spiritual seat, and then knelt on the futon on one side.

The suona screams, like the cuckoo crying blood.

The gongs and drums are noisy, like stars falling.

"A bow...... Two bows...... Three bows! ”

"Thank you for your family!"

Li Qingye's eyes were vacant, and he repeated the salute mechanically.

Soon, the guests who had come by bus left in groups, and Mercedes-Benz BMWs left in the rain.

At the entrance of the village.

Two Mercedes Benzes, escorted by four large birds of prey, also slowly left the small mountain village.

In the car.

A man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes indifferently ripped off the black gauze armband and threw the white chrysanthemum and armband pinned to his chest out of the car window.

In the wind and rain, Bai Ju fell into the weeds on the side of the road, and the whizzing cars splashed a large area of stagnant water, washing Bai Ju into the river not far away.

The white chrysanthemum, which drifts with the tide, drifts farther and farther away to an unknown destination.

……

Kim Ussy Falls.

The small mountain village in the mountains looks even more gloomy.

The mourning also became weak, and the relatives, friends and guests who came to see him off were almost there, and in the flickering candlelight of the mourning hall, Li Qingye's face became even paler.

"Old Li, go back and rest! Leave it to me and Lao Su here! Wu Heguang pulled the seventh uncle and said with concern as he walked.

The seventh uncle sighed and replied tiredly: "People are old, I can only trouble you, Zhonghua is fortunate to have you friends, Mr. Wu and Mr. Su should also rest early!" ”

"I'll spend more time with Aoba." Wu Heguang said in a sighing tone.

"Then I'll send Uncle Li!" Another old man with a Chinese face, Su Ruoyu, raised his umbrella and walked into the distance with his seventh uncle.

"It's okay, I'm sorry for you, Old Su." Looking at the backs of Su Ruoyu and Seventh Uncle, Wu Heguang's eyes were calm, and he took out a cigarette and lit it.

Smoke swirled around his face.

Su Ruoyu suddenly glanced back, under the dim street lamp, drizzling smoke, and blurred face.

The eyes of the two seemed to penetrate the smoke of the rain curtain, and everything was silent.

Su Ruoyu continued to support the seventh uncle and gradually drifted away.

Wu Heguang extinguished his cigarette butt and turned around and walked into the mourning hall.

The two people who walked with their backs to each other, no one knew what was going on in their hearts.

The next day.

The weather was still drizzling.

Accompanied by the seventh uncle, Wu Heguang, Su Ruoyu and others, Li Qingye stored his parents' ashes in the old house.

This is a small villa that Li Qingye's father bought when he returned to his hometown, which is at the foot of Changshan Mountain.

The decadent and dazed Li Qingye knelt in front of the spiritual seat, and the sudden death of his parents brought him a huge blow, and he couldn't accept this reality for a while.

As the funeral ended, the cottage became deserted.

Only Li Qingye remained, as well as Wu Heguang, who had gray temples, and Ruoyu, who had a sad face.

"Aoba, the festival mourns and changes." Wu Heguang patted him on the shoulder, and then said, "Zhonghua is in the spirit of the sky, and I don't want you to be decadent. ”

Li Qingye still looked at the spirit position blankly, and knelt down without saying a word.

Su Ruoyu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, whimpered and said, "Aoba, it's Uncle Su, I'm sorry for you and Zhonghua, if it's not ......"

"Okay, Lao Su, who could have predicted this kind of accident, it's all fate!" Wu Heguang sighed.

In his eyes, Li Qingye's tears were like the Yellow River bursting its banks, dropping down his cheeks and falling silently to the floor.

Suddenly, there was a slight vibration in Wu Heguang's pocket.

He hurriedly walked out of the mourning hall, took out his mobile phone and connected the call.

Not for a while.

Wu He said apologetically: "Aoba, there is an urgent matter over there in the company, Lao Su and I must rush back to Pengcheng, I have already told Li Lao here, someone will come to deliver food every day, you must pay attention to your body, you have to cheer up." ”

Su Ruoyu's eyes on the side changed slightly.

And Wu Heguang continued: "Aoba, your parents' shares, uncle and I will definitely leave it for you, you must cheer up again, your uncle and I have no children, and my share in the future will also be yours." ”

Li Qingye's eyes were full of emotion, and he hurriedly bowed to Wu Heguang and kowtowed:

"Uncle Wu, your great kindness, Aoba can't repay it."

"Aoba, this is what an uncle should do." Wu Heguang wiped his tears and took a document from his assistant's hand: "This is my uncle's notarized will, if I have three long and two short, you can take this will and inherit my share!" ”

"This ...... I can't make ......," Li Qingye hesitated.

Wu Heguang patted him on the shoulder: "Aoba, uncle has no children and no daughters, you can give me three sticks of incense in Qingming in the future." ”

After speaking, he stuffed the will into Li Qingye's hands.

Su Ruoyu on the side was expressionless and didn't say a word about it.

In Li Qingye's helpless gaze.

Wu Heguang and Su Ruoyu hurriedly left the villa, got into their own convoy, and drifted away in the rain.

The third floor of the villa.

Li Qingye stood by the window, watching the convoy disappear at the foot of the small mountain village, his eyes were full of doubts, contemplation, and more thoughts that were cut and tied.