"Does the second brother have anything else to say to himself? People are inherently dead, how will we face it in the end? Taishang does not insult the first, then does not insult the body, then does not insult the reason, then does not insult the rhetoric, and then humiliates the body; secondly, it is easy to be humiliated, secondly, it is humiliated, secondly, it is humiliated, secondly, it is humiliated, secondly, it is humiliated, it is humiliated, and it is extremely corrupt. Zhan Zhizhan's tears welled up in his eyes again, and he silently prayed in his heart that the souls of the dead could be rested in another world.

Strange to say, it wasn't until the ashes of nine people were put in urns and placed in storage that the rain cleared.

The second brother, Wu Youyi, was approved as a revolutionary martyr by the Butou Municipal Government, and the farewell ceremony for his body was presided over by Director Bao Min'an himself. In the low mourning music, eighteen policemen wearing white flowers on their chests and black veils on their arms protected the souls of Wu Youyi with tears in their eyes.

At the end of the farewell ceremony of the body, Zhuo Bufan and his wife Fu Qi shook hands with the other five people in the "Eight King Kongs" and said "festival mourning and change", and when they came to Zhan Zhizhan, Fu Qi called "Brother Zhan", his eyes were red, and he was choked and speechless. Zhuo Bufan held Zhan Zhizhan's hand with tears in his eyes, suddenly hugged Zhan Zhizhan in his arms, and hugged him hard.

After sending Director Bao away, the nine bodies were sent to the incineration room. Zhan Zhizhan was reluctant to see his second brother Wu Youyi anymore, so he held Wu Youyi's hand and followed in. The cremology industry did not dare to stop it and let it go. According to him, when a corpse enters the combustion chamber, it is broken by a steel ingot or a blade, and then the internal organs flow out. This process was too bloody, and the cremation industry didn't let Zhan Zhizhan see it. The second brother, Wu Youyi, was the first to be pushed into the incinerator, and he saw the flames rising and the air trembling, as if the earth was also burning.

The second brother, Wu Youyi, has nothing to do with this world anymore. He could no longer see the sun, feel the coldness of the rain, or smell the flowers. He couldn't see anyone, loved ones or strangers. He can't hear sounds, what he likes or doesn't like. Even if it is dark and painful, the second brother Wu Youyi can't feel it. Zhan Zhizhan's heart was like a knife, and he secretly recited the words of Su Shi's Jiang Chengzi's "Dream of the Twentieth Night of the First Month of Yimao": "Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I can't forget it." Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. Come and dream at night. Xiao Xuan window, dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year: bright moon night, short Matsuoka. ”

The body of the second brother Wu Youyi soon revealed the bones, especially the head, the hair disappeared in an instant, and became bald, and then the eyes were in flames, and soon disappeared into the eye sockets, leaving a black eye socket hole. The skin of the second brother Wu Youyi melted instantly, and the body was burned to a "squeak", and then, soft tissues such as muscles and internal organs also turned into a dazzling fireball. Zhan Zhizhan's eyes were blurred with tears, as if he saw the familiar figure of his second brother Wu Youyi leaning out of the furnace door again, waved his hand at Zhan Zhizhan, smiled and turned around again, and walked into the raging firelight. No! The second brother, Wu Youyi, walked slowly, slowly, towards the blue sky in the distance.

After the body of the second brother Wu Youyi was burned for half an hour, it had tended to fall apart. The cremation chemical industry used a long iron hook to turn over the body of the second brother Wu Youyi, close the furnace door, and then continue to burn again. An hour later, the almost red-hot platform exited from the furnace door, emitting thick white smoke and a foul stench of burnt flesh and bones. The ashes of the second brother Wu Youyi in the human form and some broken bones were left on the platform.

Putting the urn in the storage place and sending away the colleagues of the second brother Wu Youyi, Zhan Zhizhan told several brothers that he wanted to go to the cemetery to see his classmates. "Old Gaoli" guessed that Zhan Zhizhan was going to see his classmate who jumped to his death, and after sighing, he waved his hand and called "Shandongzi", asked "Shandongzi" to take the car back, and left the motorcycle to Zhan Zhizhan.

"Hao Maniac" couldn't remember how to comfort Zhan Zhizhan, but just told him to go to Balala early and get together with his brothers.

Zhan Zhizhan sat in front of the well-dressed mound of "Ziwei Gege" Lin Ziwei, gloomy, holding her harmonica and playing the song "Evening on the Outskirts of Moscow", which she loved to listen to and had a beautiful melody. It seemed that she was sitting next to her, chanting softly and singing to the harmonica: "My sweetheart sits beside me, secretly watching me silently." I want to speak, but I don't know how to say it, how many words remain in my heart......"

Behind Zhan Zhizhan is the tomb of Zhuang Jianhong, the sister of "Bumping into a ghost". Zhan Zhizhan doesn't prefer "Ziwei Gege", but he just feels guilty about her. These two girls did not know each other before they were alive, one was Zhan Zhizhan's favorite, and the other was Zhan Zhizhan the most. Thanks to "bumping into ghosts", the two girls were buried close together and became neighbors. Although today is not a day of sacrifice recognized by folk customs, Zhan Zhizhan doesn't believe in that, he comes whenever he wants, and once he comes, he sees two of his beloved girls. "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow" Zhan Zhizhan blew over and over again, it seemed that this song would never end, Zhan Zhizhan's lips were numb, and he was unwilling to stop. I hope that "Ziwei Gege" and Zhuang Jianhong will know underground, and they will also revel in this popular song with him, forever and ever: "I hope that from now on, you and I will never forget ......"

Zhan Zhizhan was blowing "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow", and silently recited the "Sauvignon Blanc" by the Ming Dynasty poet Yu Yan in his heart: "Folding flower branches, hating flower branches, quasi-flowers bloom together, and people go when they bloom." Afraid of lovesickness, already lovesick, when it is the turn of lovesickness, there is nowhere to say, and there is a trace between the eyebrows. ”

In front of Zhan Zhizhan was a pile of burning yellow paper, he casually threw a stack of yellow paper into the fire, and the fire immediately burst out, and a gust of wind blew, rolling up the ashes that flashed with firelight, flying back and forth in the air, like Zhan Zhizhan's thoughts of happiness and revenge. The second brother Wu Youyi was shamelessly assassinated, and Brother Hai, whom Zhan Zhizhan admired, was brutally killed, and their deaths covered up the crimes in the world. And Zhuang Jianhong, whom he loved deeply, and the thin-lived woman in front of him, who loved him deeply, also scattered with the wind. Could it be that the girls who love each other are going to die? Why is Heaven so cruel?

Especially after witnessing the corpses of Brother Hai and his second brother Wu Youyi, "Huangpizi", "Old Gaoli" and "Hao Maniac" almost fought for the boss of the "dragon head". Although under the strong pressure of the "Four Brothers", the three brothers temporarily quit the war, but the scene of deep brotherhood in the past may never be there again. Zhan Zhizhan was disheartened, and seemed to have come to the end of his life's path, and his ears were always haunting the hoarse cry of "Ziwei Gege" when he was dying: "Zhan Zhizhan ...... I love...... You! You're going to give ...... I...... Report...... Enmity! ”

"Zhan Zhizhan, are you a dick? Your murderer once choked your neck, but he just can't avenge you. This is due to ...... Because your murderer is the brother of the girl in front of you. Her name is Xiaohong, and she is the girl I love deeply. Xiaohong begged for words, I can't do this. Alas...... It's good for you and Xiaohong to be over there, just like sisters. Xiaohong is still young, too willful, you let her be a little. Zhan Zhizhan's eyes stared blankly at the gradually turning dark red fire, his face was full of wood, and he was talking to himself and the underground "Ziwei Gege".

In a trance, there was a sudden "giggle" sound behind him, which made Zhan Zhizhan lose his soul, and a pair of soft slender jade hands blindfolded his eyes: "Hehe...... Guess who I am? ”

Zhan Zhizhan didn't need to look back, he had already guessed who it was. He smiled innocently and said, "Then do you still need to guess?" Only my family's little red hands are so soft, and the little movements are so sweet. ”

Zhuang Jianhong turned around, straddled Zhan Zhizhan's lap, wrapped his hands around his neck, and looked at Zhan Zhizhan with a pair of bright peach blossom eyes. Zhan Zhizhan could feel Zhuang Jianhong's heart beating violently, and his breathing became short.

Zhan Zhizhan hugged Zhuang Jianhong's slender waist, stared at her beautiful eyes that shone with joy, and said with a smile: "Xiaohong, do you want to fight brother?" ”

"Hmm......" Zhuang Jianhong nodded vigorously, pursed Yin Hong's little mouth and said: "But Brother Zhan has worked hard to come to see Xiaohong from afar, but he only chatted with Sister Ziwei alone, and ignored others. ”

Zhuang Jianhong's coquettish appearance was very tempting, and Zhan Zhizhan said like a scoundrel: "Nonsense! Didn't Brother Zhan play the harmonica for Xiaohong? ”

Although it is said that the chest and brain are stupid, Zhuang Jianhong is not stupid to that extent after all. She pursed her lips and said, "Humph! Brother Zhan flickered Xiaohong! Brother Zhan's harmonica was blown to Sister Ziwei, and Xiaohong was treated as a stupid thirteen? ”

Zhan Zhizhan hurriedly smiled and said, "Where can Brother Zhan fool Xiaohong, I really blow it to you." Your sister Ziwei didn't come again......"

"Who says I didn't come? You've been talking to me for a long time. A pair of soft jade arms wrapped around Zhan Zhizhan's neck.

It was clearly the delicate voice of "Ziwei Gege", and Zhan Zhizhan couldn't help but feel creepy. He turned his head with difficulty, who was not "Ziwei Gege"? Zhan Zhizhan's lies were exposed, and he couldn't help but feel very embarrassed. He curtled and said, "Oh...... Crape myrtle! ”

The two of them seemed to be alone for the first time, and the charming eyes of "Ziwei Gege" seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and they unconsciously stretched out the tip of their tender tongue and licked their soft lips, and their soft lips like cherries spit out a seductive and sinful aroma. Zhan Zhizhan couldn't help but reach out and kiss her soft lips.

"Hey! Ay! Ay! Why are you two snoring so loudly and snorting in front of me? Sister Ziwei, you're too unmotivated, why do you treat me like a dead person? Zhuang Jianhong opened the "crape myrtle gege".

"Ziwei Gege" said with a blushing face: "Sister Xiaohong, don't be careful, I just put it in my heart...... Treat Zhan Zhizhan as my man, no...... I won't fight with you! ”

Zhuang Jian said with a cold face: "Oh...... It turns out that Sister Ziwei is saying that she has a crush on my brother Zhan? Then why does the door sign of your house say 'The Tomb of Your Beloved Wife Lin Ziwei', or 'Fool Zhan Zhizhan'? ”

"Ziwei Gege" couldn't answer this for a while, her pretty face was as red as a blooming peony, and she looked at Zhan Zhizhan like a plea for help. Zhan Zhizhan rolled his eyes, and really felt that this matter was really unclear, so he hugged Zhuang Jianhong tightly, and said with a face: "Obediently long dong, fried green onions in lard!" Little Red ...... You want to fight to the death......"

Zhuang Jianhong laughed coquettishly, forgetting that "Ziwei Gege" hadn't answered her question yet. Zhan Zhizhan was intoxicated with his hallucination, and suddenly, a gust of wind blew "woo", and rolled up the ashes that shimmered with fire, flying back and forth in the air, like many lonely ghosts passing by fighting for money. Zhan Zhizhan rubbed his eyes and returned to the reality that had depressed him. He felt lonely, no one understood him, no one was with him. It is the ultimate desolation that comes from the depths of life. Zhan Zhizhan has been sitting here for almost a morning, and he originally had a lot to say to the underground "Ziwei Gege" and Zhuang Jianhong, but when he really came here, he couldn't say anything, just kept burning yellow paper and playing the harmonica.

Originally, I imagined that when he came to the graves of "Ziwei Gege" and Zhuang Jianhong, he would cry loudly and cry happily, but it was strange that Zhan Zhizhan's tears just turned in his eyes and couldn't flow out. These days, his emaciated face seems to be clearer, but his small eyes are much larger. Zhan Zhizhan put the harmonica in his pocket, sighed, stood up, stepped forward, and stroked the photo of "Ziwei Gege" inlaid on the tombstone, "Ziwei Gege" smiled so sweet, so pure.

Zhan Zhizhan slowly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, carefully wiped the tombstone of white marble, and wiped Zhuang Jianhong's after wiping the "Ziwei Gege". Wiped little by little, his expression was focused like a saint. The two small tombstones, Zhan Zhizhan wiped them for more than an hour. At this time, he noticed that a few tall weeds had stubbornly emerged from the cracks in the cement, the only bit of dirt, swaying in the breeze, Zhan Zhizhan wanted to pull out these weeds, but when his hand just touched them, he let go again. The two of them are so lonely here, maybe these little grasses are the only companions to accompany them.

"Time flies. In the middle of the night, I dreamed of young things, the strings were silent, the sound was silent, and I searched for thousands of degrees, and I looked back at the time. I don't know why, Zhan Zhizhan suddenly remembered this poem full of sadness, if time could be turned back, would he give up the missed "Ziwei Gege"? Suddenly, there was the sound of Suosuo's footsteps behind Zhan Zhizhan, and the footsteps came to a stop about four or five meters behind Zhan Zhizhan. From the footsteps, Zhan Zhizhan heard that it was Zheng Yushuang, another girl who had a crush on him. Zheng Yushuang stood far behind Zhan Zhizhan, looking at Zhan Zhizhan's lonely figure. After a long time, she said, "Big brother, Sister Ziwei is gone, you still have me...... We good students, it's been so long, you have to take care. ”