As night fell, we drove to a small county town and stopped in front of an ordinary house. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Liu Ming opened the car door and walked down quickly, his expression was very low.

Zixu looked at the house under the cover of night, and for some reason suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling.

"Let's go inside". After a short pause, Liu Ming looked at Zixu and reminded him.

Zixu nodded slightly and followed Liu Ming to the house.

The room was brightly lit, and a depressing atmosphere spread unconsciously.

The sound of footsteps alarmed the people inside, and a middle-aged man walked quickly, and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Zixu. Subconsciously blurted out, with surprise in his tone: "Purple Void".

"Uncle Liu". Zixu shouted at Liu Shujie.

Liu Shujie looked Zixu up and down, and kept nodding: "I think about the scene when you were a child, it seems to be right in front of you." But I don't want to be this moment, you are also mature."

"Xiaojun is seriously ill, I am grateful that you can come uncle". When he said the word Xiaojun, Liu Shujie's eyes gradually moistened.

Zixu's lips moved, but he didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only be silent.

Liu Ming looked at Liu Shujie and couldn't wait to ask him: "What is the condition of my father and brother?"

"It's very heavy, you take Zixu to your brother's room, and by the way, persuade your mother." Liu Shujie's voice was very low, and without waiting for them to reply, he walked directly to a room. His fingers gently wiped the corners of his eyes, and his steps sped up a little.

Looking at Liu Shujie's departing back, Zixu's heart couldn't help but sink.

Liu Ming walked quickly to a room with Zixu, and couldn't help but be stunned when he looked around.

A middle-aged woman sat at the head of the bed, bowing her head and weeping. A man in his twenties was lying on the bed, his eyes closed and his face pale. If it weren't for the slightest breathing, I am afraid that I would have been mistaken for death.

"Mom, I'm back." After Liu Ming was for a while, he shouted softly to the middle-aged woman.

Gu Mengjia didn't look back, just wiped her tears with her hands, and her voice was mixed with a slight tremble: "Well, it's good to come back."

Listening to this trembling voice, Liu Ming's heart was sour, but he didn't know how to reply. I could only look at my brother lying on the bed, and I didn't speak.

Zixu looked at this scene, but decided to break the oppressive atmosphere and shouted at Gu Mengjia: "Auntie."

"Purple, Purple Void, why are you here?". Listening to this slightly familiar voice, Gu Mengjia wiped away her tears and turned her head to look at Zixu, her eyes full of surprise.

Liu Ming didn't wait for Zixu to speak, and hurriedly explained: "Zixu came out to look for a job this year, and he happened to be in the same city as me."

"It's good in a city, aren't you running a company with your classmates? Zixu and you grew up together, you have to help him find a good job." Gu Mengjia looked at Liu Ming and commanded him.

A warmth rose in Zixu's heart: "Thank you Auntie for your concern, my work is very good now."

"As long as you are satisfied, now that you and Xiao Ming are in the same city, you also have a look for each other, and Auntie's hanging heart will be put down." After Gu Mengjia finished speaking, the scene of Zixu and their childhood visits came to mind, and a trace of grief flashed in his eyes when he thought of his youngest son who was lying on the bed and was already asleep.

Zixu saw this scene in his eyes, turned his eyes to Liu Jun on the bed, and his voice was a little low: "I didn't expect to see him for so many years, but when I saw Xiaojun, he was lying on the bed."

"It's good that you can see him for the last time." Gu Mengjia thought about her youngest son's physical condition and closed her eyes sadly.

As soon as the words fell, he seemed to think of something, and quickly opened his eyes and stood up: "You are in a hurry, Auntie will pour you a cup of tea."

"Where do you need to pour". Liu Shujie walked slowly with two cups of tea and handed them to Zixu and Liu Ming.

Zixu took the tea and looked at Liu Jun on the bed again: "What happened to Uncle Liu and Xiaojun's condition."

"The doctor asserted that there were ten days at most, but I felt that in just two days, he was probably leaving." Liu Shujie replied to Zixu.

After speaking, without waiting for Zixu to reply, he sighed lightly, and his voice was a little hoarse: "It's better to leave early, so as not to suffer this sin."

"He is my son, you can't give up me." Gu Mengjia retorted loudly, tears like beads with broken threads, dripping down endlessly.

Looking at his wife's appearance, Liu Shujie suddenly became annoyed in his heart: "Reluctant, reluctant, am I willing." But there are some things that you and I can't decide if you and I are reluctant to do so."

A soft sobbing sounded, how could Gu Mengjia not know this fact, but what could she do at this time besides grief? .

Liu Shujie's heart couldn't help but soften, he began to regret why he said those harsh words just now, and his voice couldn't help but slow down a little: "Now that my son looks like this, he will die in pain when he is alive." It's better to leave a day earlier and be liberated a day earlier."

"But I can't help it, I can't bear it." Gu Mengjia closed her eyes and repeated this sentence with a sad expression.

Looking at this scene, Zixu silently turned around and walked slowly outside.

Leaning against the door, looking at the dark night outside, thinking about the conversation just now, my heart is full of flavors.

The phone rang with two text messages and showed it, I didn't want to open it, but I saw the name on it and clicked it subconsciously.

The handwriting appeared on the screen, and a warmth rose in my heart: I asked you for half a month's leave, if you don't have enough time, tell me, after all, the body of your family is the most important.

"Do you need my help?" Another unread text message was clicked on.

Silently put away the phone, and at this moment, Zixu suddenly felt as if the atmosphere was not so depressing.

Footsteps sounded from behind, and Liu Ming walked over and patted Zixu's shoulder, his eyes slightly red.

"Xiao Mingzi, you just cried?". Zixu looked at Liu Ming's eyes and asked him.

Liu Ming took a deep breath and nodded heavily, and his tone was very crisp and low: "Crying."

"It's good to cry, at least it can make you feel better." Zixu comforted Liu Ming.

Liu Ming shook his head again, looking at the dark night in front of him: "It would be nice if I could really make my heart feel comfortable."

Zixu could only be silent when he heard these words, because no matter what he said at this time, it seemed a little redundant.

Liu Ming's gaze turned to Zixu, as if he had thought of something, and couldn't help but show a wry smile: "Sometimes I wonder how good it would be if you were really a Dao Master."

"Did you say that there will be a legendary ghost messenger who will bring my brother's soul back to the underworld today?". Liu Ming seemed to be half-joking, and asked Zixu. Perhaps only in this way can his heart feel a little better.

Zixu looked at Liu Ming, just kept watching, and nodded heavily after a while: "Yes, but they can't take Xiaojun away."

"Maybe". Liu Ming didn't believe it at all, then patted Zixu's shoulder, turned around and walked inside.