"How did Mr. Shen know?" Sun Jia was stunned for a moment, then laughed. It seemed that when he was unconscious, his mother must have called him by his nickname many times.
Thinking that his parents had suffered so much for him all these years, and even reluctant to eat more meat, Sun Jia's smile was stained with bitterness, "Yes, I was called Miao Miao when I was a child."
But when his parents called his name every day, he still didn't wake up. He had been in a daze for seven or eight years, making his mother haggard like an old woman, and his father getting sick from exhaustion. If he could do well...
He raised his head and found that Mr. Shen's expression was very strange, as if he heard something that surprised him. Sun Jia put down the regret and melancholy in his heart, and joked: "Mr. Shen, does my nickname sound strange?"
"No." Shen Changan shook his head, his expression returned to normal, and changed the subject, "Mr. Sun is leaving today?" He turned his head and saw Sun Jia's parents waiting outside the gate.
"Well." Sun Jia nodded, "I want to come and have a look before I leave."
He was dragging his suitcase, and across the busy staff of the Forestry Bureau, he suddenly smiled: "When I was very young, I had a friend who played very well, but I don't know what happened. One day he He disappeared suddenly. I searched many places, but couldn't find him. I asked other friends in the yard, and everyone said that they had never seen him, and they didn't know where he moved now. "
Shen Changan looked at the big tree with yellowed leaves and did not speak.
"I'm leaving, and I don't know when I'll be back." Sun Jia handed a note to Shen Changan, "If... I mean if, in case he returns to this place and asks you about me , please help me give this note to him, it is my online contact account number, even if the mobile phone number is changed, these accounts will not be changed."
"Okay." In front of Sun Jia, Shen Changan carefully put the note into the waterproof layer of his wallet, "Don't worry, if he comes back one day, I will give this to him."
"If he has forgotten, don't give it to him." Sun Jia's smile is very clean, "I am very grateful to have his company in childhood, but people grow up, and the beauty of childhood cannot be eternal, I don't want to take the past friendship, to disturb his present life."
"I see." Shen Changan understood the meaning of Sun Jia's words and smiled at him, "Then, I wish you a safe journey."
"Thank you." Sun Jia put down the suitcase, walked under the big tree, reached out and touched the rough trunk, showing a nostalgic smile, "When I was a child, I used to play under this tree with that little friend, and he also taught me How to climb a tree."
After patting the trunk a few times, he sighed: "I hope there is no major problem with this tree. When I come back, it has returned to its former appearance."
The yellowed leaves fell gently, and one fell on Sun Jia's palm.
Sun Jia took the leaf in the palm of his hand and chuckled, "Goodbye."
The light wind blew the leaves and made a swishing sound.
"It will be fine." Shen Changan looked at Sun Jia under the tree, and suddenly opened his mouth.
"What?" Sun Jia looked back at him.
"I mean, when you come back next time, this tree will definitely recover." Shen Changan smiled, "Since it can live for the first hundred years, naturally it can live for the second hundred years."
"Yeah." Sun Jia put the leaves into his trousers pocket, pulled up the suitcase, said goodbye to Shen Changan again, and strode out of the gate.
Shen Changan looked at his back, watching an old couple hold his hand affectionately, and then the family of three slowly disappeared on the street corner.
"Alas." Chen Panpan sighed, "It's fine for their family to go out of town. In a small place like ours, something can spread throughout the city. Sun Jia is 26 years old this year. If you want to live your whole life under the eyes of others, it is better to change your life in another city."
"Are you watching the fun down there?" Du Zhonghai was lying on the balcony on the second floor, "You guys are surrounded by the tree, the tree is not dead yet, you will be scared to death by watching it."
"Director Du, we don't eat the bark, we won't scare it to death." Chen Panpan teased with a smile, "We don't carry this pot."
"The pot always has to be carried." Du Zhonghai beckoned, "Come up, I have something to inform you."
The three of them trotted upstairs. Seeing that everyone else was in the conference room, they quickly sat down obediently.
"Recently, you have done a good job in the construction of spiritual civilization, but you can't be complacent and continue to work hard." Du Zhonghai held a small meeting, and by the way summed up everyone's work achievements in the past month.
"When the road was haunted, Xiao Ding and Xiao Shen did it last night. The two of you wrote a detailed report. The day after tomorrow, I will pass the report to the propaganda department and let them clarify the so-called haunted rumors." Du Zhonghai touched Touching his protruding belly, "This is the end of today's meeting. Do you have any questions to ask?"
Everyone shook their heads in unison. Every time Director Du held a meeting, he would say a lot of nonsense. It was not easy for them to control their urge to play with their mobile phones. How could they ask any questions.
"Okay, let's end the meeting." Du Zhonghai closed the folders in his hands, "By the way, Xiao Shen come to my office."
Shen Changan followed behind Du Zhonghai and entered the director's office. Du Zhonghai greeted him kindly and sat down: "Xiao Shen, are you still used to staying in the department during this time?"
"The colleagues are all very nice, and there is nothing that I am not used to."
"That's good." Du Zhonghai laughed twice and asked some questions about Shen Changan's life.
"Director." Shen Changan looked at Du Zhonghai, who was embarrassed, "If you have anything to say, you can say it directly."
"Alas." Du Zhonghai sighed, "It's like this," Ling Zun has sacrificed for the country for more than ten years, and some of his relics and files can be made public. Among Ling Zun's relics, there is a letter left for you and your mother, and someone will send it to you. At the same time, they hope to keep the original of the letter in the Martyrs Exhibition Hall, hoping to let more people know that in order to protect this country, How much did you pay. "
Seeing that Shen Changan didn't speak, Du Zhonghai said quickly: "Of course, letters are very private things. If you don't want to make them public, the above will respect your decision."
"My dad is a great hero. He is willing to shed blood for the country. As a son, how can I be stingy with a letter." Shen Changan lowered his head, "I have no opinion."
"Then... After that day, some of your father's relics and letters will be delivered, you... My condolences."
Shen Changan returned to his seat, perhaps because he hadn't slept well last night, his head hurt a little.
Less than two years after his father's death, his mother also died, and he was sent to his grandmother's house in the countryside for fear of retaliation from criminals.
He remembered that the old house in the countryside was an old-fashioned wooden building, and his elderly grandmother always told him that his father was not dead, it was Lord Yama who had hooked the wrong soul, so he let his father go to the underworld.
His grandmother fed him a lot of so-called spirit water, which was bitter and astringent, with a disgusting stench. He cried and told his grandmother that his father had taught him long ago that there are no ghosts and no fairies or monsters in the world.
But whenever he said that, grandma would beat him like crazy, saying that he had no filial piety and didn't want to save his father.
Later, she asked him to drink the talisman water and kneel in front of his father's photo, just because a "superior" told her that as long as the younger generation's filial piety was sincere enough, he would be able to move the heavens and bring the dead back to life.
However, one day passed, one month passed, one year passed, two years passed, and his father still did not come back. Even in his dreams, he would only see evil spirits who wanted to swallow his flesh and suck his blood.
Dad didn't come back, grandma went crazy.
The day when grandma went completely crazy, the weather was exceptionally good, and the persimmon trees outside the yard were covered with green-yellow fruits that were not yet fully ripe. The scissors in Grandma's hand stabbed into his shoulder, and said that she would pick out his lifeline and give it to his father.
Fortunately, my father's comrades came to visit him that day, and after seeing him lying in a pool of blood, they rescued him from his grandma's scissors.
The smell of rust on the scissors that day, he will never forget for the rest of his life. Fishy, pungent, and… near death.
After he was rescued, he was surrounded by many unfamiliar uncles, including doctors and his father's comrades-in-arms. There was an uncle who broke an arm, and his voice was frighteningly rough, but he squeezed his throat and told him boring children's stories.
Since then, he has not been sent back to his grandmother, and he has rarely dreamed of evil spirits again.
"Chang'an, are you sleepy?" Ding Yang put a cup of brewed coffee in front of Chang'an, "Come, drink some coffee to refresh yourself, thank you last night."
Shen Changan took the disposable paper cup, raised his head and looked at Ding Yang suspiciously: "Brother Yang, don't smile at me like this, if you smile like this, I feel like I have something to ask me."
"Hehe." Ding Yang rubbed his hands together, "Well, the report from last night..."
"Of course it is written by you who have more experience and knowledge." Shen Changan took a sip of coffee and smiled at Ding Yang with a pure face, "Thanks, Brother Yang."
Ding Yang smiled bitterly: "You're welcome."
The screen of Shen Changan's mobile phone on the table lit up, and there was new news on WeChat. When he picked it up, a smile appeared on his face.
Year: The weather forecast says rain today.
Even typing nine characters and a punctuation mark, rounding up is a flying progress. Shen Changan replied quickly.
Chang'an: Thank you, the weather on my mobile phone is still showing clear weather, which is not professional at all.
After about five minutes, the message came back again.
Year: Maybe the weather software used is different.
Is this explaining to him? Thinking of Daonian's reluctance to speak, but holding the phone to explain the reason to himself, the smile on Chang'an's face became even brighter.
Chang An: I believe in you.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Daonian stared at the phone screen for a long time, pressed back and forth on the screen, and returned a word to the other party for a long time.
Year: Hmm.
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