The midsummer sun is as good as ever, and the Yuyin sprinkled on the ground will tolerate the excess enthusiasm of midsummer, while the road in the big city without Yuyin is already on fire. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the wide, empty farmhouse courtyard, Li Hao sat in the shade of the elm tree in a fat white vest and cropped pants, holding a teapot and shaking a fan, not only to drive away the scorching heat of midsummer, but also to drive away the annoying mosquitoes, and his pale and sparse hair swayed gently in the gentle wind.

Yuyin's broad mind not only contains Li Hao, but also those mosquitoes covered with virus parasites are also within his tolerance, after all, for Yuyin, Li Hao and mosquitoes may be no different.

An old vermilion wooden chair with a red radio next to it was babbling, I don't know if it was Peking Opera or something else, but it was always a drama.

Li Hao is eighty years old this year, eighty-nine years old to be precise, he used to hate these dramas very much, and felt that it was very boring for a few big faces to drag a long babbling on the stage, but when people are old, they like these dramas.

The more I listened to it, the more interesting and interesting it became, after all, I was old! Li Hao thought, in Li Hao's impression, only those old people who had nothing to do would have leisure and elegance to close their eyes and follow the tone, shaking their heads to appreciate these things that had become delicate and elongated because they were stained with ancient rhyme and historical lead dust.

Like I was a young man more than 60 years ago, I would never like these things, and at that time, I was already dazzled by this materialistic world of flowers, and my mind was full of money.

Money, money, money, I'm going to make money, I'm going to make a lot of money.

A little boy, with a confused brain, a heart filled with molten lust, tossing around blindly to make money, running around like a leper dog, and he can't hold anything but money in his heart.

It costs money to buy a house, it costs money to buy a car, it costs money to travel, it costs money to sleep with a woman, it costs money to live in a big city and drink saliva, and if you want to live well, you need to pile up money that can crush people.

Li Hao has too many things he wants, and firmly believes that as long as he has money, he can get everything he has long wanted.

Money, money, money........

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"Son, you are not too young, why don't you go find a daughter-in-law, what do you think about being alone all day long, starting a family, starting a family first, starting a business later, you are also the eldest now........."

"I'm not even busy with the company's affairs now, so how can I have the time to think about those messy things, okay, I'm done eating, I'll go to the company to deal with some things first........"

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The chatter of his parents urging him to find a partner is still echoing in his ears, and in a blink of an eye, he has reached his old age, and the vicissitudes of life are nothing more than that.

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That year, at the beginning of the lanterns, the young boys and girls in bright and moving clothes on the street were jumping, the girl's tender white thighs stirred the heartstrings of the teenager, and the fragrant car BMW confused the girl's eyes.

Li Hao rubbed his temples, squinted his eyes in the light, and studied and revised the plan that would always be problematic.

That year, Li Hao was young, but he leisurely used a calm smile, turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands into rain, strolling in the mysterious workplace, stepping on the tightrope and marching all the way.

That year, Lin Hao handed in his resignation with blood dripping in his heart, singing that the wind was sluggish and the water was cold, and the strong man was gone, and he strode into the mysterious sea of business, where giant crocodiles were rampant, and the waves were turbulent.

That year, at the beginning of the storm, I went into battle shirtless, swept the wind and waves, and swayed my pride, I was so passionate, so fearless, so uninhibited, wild, completely disregarding myself, already ragged, covered with bruises.

That year, a huge wave hit, and the boat he had worked so hard to build was capsized, and Lin Hao felt powerless for the first time in the face of such a huge wave, and a financial tsunami wiped out all Lin Hao's efforts in an instant.

It was a hopeless sense of powerlessness....................

It was also that year that she never left him, always staying by his side, telling him her love for him, comforting him, and encouraging him.

That very year, they made a vow in the church, in front of the priest, under the gaze of God, to live together for the rest of their lives.

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That year, his career started again, that year, she made him feel love and warmth, and that year, she let him touch the softness of the world.

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It was the darkest year of Lin Hao's life.

She left him abruptly without saying a word, leaving the world he loved, looking at her cold corpse, and he felt the darkest darkness and despair in this world that year.

He cried, shouted, and screamed, but to no avail.

After all, the dead can't come back, as he said, I will drift away with the wind, and there is a sky high and clouds in the distance.

He was gone, never coming back, to pursue her distance, and her sky was high and the clouds faded.

She walked so ruthlessly, so resolutely, just as she fell in love with herself, she was so firm and so unrepentant.

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That year, Li Hao finally disbanded the company in frustration, and went to a small town with a tired heart and an old body, a beautiful scenery and environment, like the distant place she said, a small town, and was ready to die here.

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The life in the town is very quiet, and the tranquility seems to have swept away the dust in Li Hao's heart.

Fifteen years of life in a small town are quiet and ordinary, but it makes Li Hao more and more calm.

The past is like smoke, and it will eventually drift away with the wind.

All kinds of past things slowly flowed through Li Hao's heart, what had made him angry, joyful, embarrassed, ashamed, afraid of being known, good, bad, all immersed in the long river of memory, ups and downs, occasionally one or two memory fragments that would make Lin Hao touch, but it was just to deceive Lin Hao's old age, a slight throbbing on the dry heart, a slight smile, but still let go.

The past, but that's over.

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The more ancient the mood is, Li Hao feels as if his life is coming to an end, which is a very wonderful feeling.

There was an ethereal feeling in his heart, oh no, it might be accurate to describe it as a blank void, he was going to die after all.

Li Hao's life has experienced great joys and sorrows, although it is not magnificent, but the miscellaneous five flavors of the world have been tasted one by one, and now they have become a void when they are recalled one by one.

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The sun gradually sank in the west, and Li Hao watched his shadow continue to be stretched, and finally turned into a black shadow.

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The babbling sound in the radio was still ringing, but the person was silent, and the jade-yellow pu fan was weakly covered on Li Hao's stomach.

After all, Li Hao finished his life full of joys and sorrows in this unknown town.

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It's really a life of failure, the last thought that flashed in Li Hao's heart in the endless darkness was that he felt that this life was a failure, and it seemed that many years of quiet town life still did not make Li Hao become a Buddha and become a saint.

The absurdity of childhood, the waste of good times, the loneliness of youth, the years become pale, the youth struggles for the cause, is blinded by the red dust, cannot see the world clearly, and makes the body become full of holes.

I don't know the so-called first half of his life, a sudden disaster brought him back to the starting point, and it was not until middle age that he was favored by the goddess of luck and touched the softness of the world.

Unexpectedly, he was widowed in his later years, had no children and no daughters under his knees, and could only drag his stump body full of holes, hiding in the corner of the world, and died in a trance.

This life is too much failure, too much sorrow, too many mistakes, if there is an afterlife, I should live a wonderful life, live a dedicated life, and live wantonly.

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If there is an afterlife.......

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