The next day, morning.
A hotel in a nearby county.
At about eight o'clock in the morning, a group of people were preparing to leave downstairs of the hotel. When Su Xiran saw me, she said, "You haven't slept all night?"
"Can't sleep."
"well… "
She sighed, there was no comfort, and she knew that any comfort at this time seemed extremely pale.
Before ten o'clock, the car we chartered arrived at Fusu's home.
This time, the door was open, and many relatives and friends had already arrived. Moreover, just beside the door, several familiar figures appeared. They were Tang Yun, Tang Song, Wang Yu and others. They were also coming.
"Brother Xi, you are here." She stepped forward and said softly, looking at me with distressed eyes.
"Are you here too?"
"Um."
Tang Song nodded: "We came here early this morning, and people from Beichen Base are also here. They are inside."
"oh… "
After passing through the gate, in the courtyard, Beifeng Shen, Qing Yan, Tian Wuhui, Wen Xin, Rose Xinet and others were all there, and they all stepped forward: "Boss, you are here."
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
I nodded and said, "Let's go and see Fusu for the last time."
"Um… "
…
The mourning hall was set up in a shed nearby. Fusu's younger brother Lin Xiaojie was kneeling beside him, burning paper, while Fusu's father was sitting not far away, staring at us with bloodshot eyes.
"You guys are here..." Lin Xiaojie glanced at us.
"Um."
I walked closer, and the next moment I saw Fusu lying in the glass coffin. His face was pale and thin, much thinner than the last time we met. After the battle in Bailu City, he must be prepared. The torture, constant self-blame and unwillingness had actually tortured him into this state.
With just one glance, I was on the verge of collapse. Tears were rolling down my face, but I couldn't say a single word. I just held the edge of the coffin, pressed my forehead against it, and burst into tears.
"Are you still crying hypocritically?"
Behind him, the voice of Fusu's father came. He suddenly broke the handle of the mop with his foot, walked over with half of the handle, and shouted: "Isn't it you who killed him?"
"Peng!"
Suddenly a stick hit my back, and there was a burning pain in my back!
"what are you doing!?"
Tang Yun suddenly pushed him away: "What are you doing!?"
"Uncle, what are you doing?!"
Lin Che and the God of the North Wind also grabbed Fusu's father from the left to the right.
I gritted my teeth, tears kept falling, and said loudly: "Lin Che, Xiao Beifeng, let him go and let him hit! Hit me. The harder you hit me, the better I will feel. Hit me!"
"You think I can't..."
Fusu's father broke free from Lin Che and the God of the North Wind who were stunned, stepped forward, picked up the nearly one meter long wooden handle, and hit me hard on the back, while I was lying on the glass coffin. He stood motionless, looking at Fusu's thin face, and smiled miserably: "Fusu, my brother, our father, is so ruthless..."
As he spoke, tears rolled down his face.
"Peng!"
Behind him, there was another burning pain. Fusu's father hit the stick several times in succession. Finally, with a "snap", the handle was broken directly.
"That's enough! That's enough!"
Tang Yun was so distressed that she leaned directly on me and pointed at Fusu's father: "If you want to hit me, just hit me. Stop torturing him..."
My nose was sore and tears welled up in my eyes.
…
Fusu's father gave me a sharp look and said nothing. At this time, relatives and friends were persuading him and pulling him away, while I was still kneeling next to Fusu's body.
"It's bleeding, it's bleeding..."
Behind him, Su Xiran gritted her silver teeth and said, "Captain Ding, you are seriously injured. Let's go and go to the hospital for a bandage. Your clothes are already soaked with blood."
When I came out, I was not wearing cotton clothes at all, only a shirt and a white jacket. At this time, the clothes must have been stained red with blood.
"I'm fine."
I shook my head gently, stood up stumblingly, walked to Lin Xiaojie's side, and knelt with him in front of the soul.
"Brother Ding Muchen, I'm sorry..." His eyes were red.
"fine."
"My brother... he left some relics. Do you want to see them?" he asked.
"okay… "
He immediately got up and went back to the room. Soon after, he walked up with a notebook in his hand and said, "This was found in the hotel room where he died. Maybe he intended to record something, but... you can see for yourself. .”
"Um."
I took the notebook and opened the first page. It was blank. The second page was not there either. Instead, there were torn marks in the middle. Obviously, Fusu seemed to want to write a diary before he died, but every page he wrote failed. , a page was torn out, and in the end, only this notebook with more than half of the pages torn out was left.
However, when I turned to the last page, I found a line of beautiful handwriting on it -
"A game and a dream, looking back on the past are all in vain."
…
Looking at this line of words, I couldn't help but feel sad. This sentence was the last word written by Fusu, and it was like a true portrayal of his life. A game and a dream, looking back on the past are all in vain, Fusu He was a genius in the game, but the ending was so dull. A battle in White Deer City also ended his life.
"Looking back, everything is in vain..."
"Looking back, everything is in vain..."
I recited it twice, feeling so distressed that I twitched with tears. Fusu left with great sadness and unwillingness. I really felt this feeling at this moment.
On the side, Lin Xiaojie said: "My brother... he talked to me before he ran away from home. He said that he finally knew where the girl named Xi Youhehua was, and he was going to find her... "
"What?!"
I suddenly trembled: "Did he really say that?"
"Um!"
For a moment, I felt like I was struck by lightning. Could it be that Fusu had learned that Xi Youhehua had died many years ago before he died? Could it be that...he did it on purpose
On the side, Su Xiran heard our conversation and already understood everything. She knelt down gently on the ground, looking at Fusu's memorial tablet with tears in her eyes, and said: "Fusu... Fusu, did he come here just to see her?" ... Talent... Talent... "
She cried until she was full of tears, but while she was crying, she played an old song intermittently: "We don't know how to express... We who show tenderness thought we were committing suicide for love... Sacrifice for love is just an ancient rumor... "
Is it sacrificing love? Is it really a sacrifice for love? ?
"Xiran, stop singing! Please, stop singing..."
I fell to the ground, and my heart felt as painful as being pierced by thousands of swords. When I listened to JJ Lin's "Jiangnan", I didn't think it was anything, but now that I understand this song, I cry so embarrassingly.
…
Soon after, Lin Che, Suifeng Zhibian, Tian Wuhui, Qing Yan, Wang Jinhai, Zhang Wei, Beifeng Shen and others all knelt in front of Fusu's soul. Everyone's eyes were red, and they all With tears streaming down my face, I looked at the photo of Fusu before his death, as if his voice, appearance, and smile were still in front of me, but we all knew that everything could never go back, Fusu was gone.
Towards evening, we finally saw off Fusu for the last time.
…
At night, nearby county town.
We all gathered together and sat quietly in the hotel lobby.
"What should we do next?" Lin Che asked with red eyes.
"Fusu is gone, but our lives are still going on." Su Xiran said softly: "Beichen is so big and needs a group of us to maintain it. Tomorrow, everyone should go back and do whatever they need to do."
"I won't go back."
I waved my hand gently.
"Master, what do you want... what do you want to do?" Sui Fengzhibian said.
The God of the North Wind also said: "Boss, come back with us, don't let everyone worry about you."
"I'm fine."
I shook my head gently and said, "I just want to find a place to be alone and think about the past and the future."
"I'll accompany you."
Beside, Tang Yun held my hand, her beautiful eyes full of worry: "No matter where you go, I will accompany you."
"Um… "
I nodded lightly and forced a smile: "Yun'er, I've always wanted to go to Wuyuan, why not... let's go there once?"
"Okay, but it's not the tourist season."
"It doesn't matter, I just want to go, not for anything."
"Um."
Critical nodded happily: "Then, Ding Muchen and Tang Yun will go to Wuyuan, and the rest of us... Let's go back individually. Those who should go home will go home, and those who should go back to the base will go back to the base. Fusu is watching us in the sky, so naturally he hopes that we can Good, right?”
"Yep."
…
A group of people made an agreement and booked their own air tickets. Tang Yun quickly booked a train ticket to Shangrao. She would set off early tomorrow morning. After arriving in Shangrao, she would take a train to Wuyuan, which was not too far.
The next morning, when I was getting dressed, I felt a burning pain in my back. I was afraid it might have been a wound, and I couldn't help but groan.
On the side, Tang Yun frowned: "Go to the hospital and get some medicine. If you get infected, you'll be in trouble."
"Need not."
I shook my head: "Let it hurt. It will make me feel better."
She bit her red lips and hesitated to speak.
In the early morning, after seeing off Su Xiran, Ji Ji, Lin Che and others, Tang Yun and I headed to the high-speed rail station. It only takes five hours to get from Zhengzhou to Shangrao. Including the time by car, it only takes six or seven hours in total. Arrive in Wuyuan.
…
On the high-speed train, the scenery outside keeps going backwards.
Beside, Tang Yun was holding her mobile phone and kept showing me pictures.
"How is this inn? It's so beautiful..."
"In this house, you can see the mountains when you open the window. The decoration is very nice."
"Brother Xi, what about this one? It's a little more expensive, but the conditions are good. Whatever you want, you choose one."
It was the first time that I accompanied her on a trip so far away. Although Tang Yun was a little depressed due to the incident in Fusu, she was actually quite happy. You could tell.
However, I have a lot of mixed feelings in my heart, and I am afraid that I have no interest in traveling around this time.