The misty rain on the spring night is not a good time to fall into a dark and sweet dreamland, not to mention that Xu Le and his party have a lot of business to do, so they occupied the eleventh mansion and started drinking. The second young master warmly accompanied him for a few cups, and then left early with interest.
At this time, Xu Le saw Brother Zeng beside Li Xiaotong. He respected Brother Zeng, a man like a spear, and came forward to greet him in a polite manner. Brother Zeng nodded, still waiting silently behind Young Master Li Qi as he did in the past, but there were a few more snowflakes on his temples.
Li Xiaotong couldn't help feeling a little emotional when he saw this scene. There is only Xu Le in this federation. Whenever he sees his bodyguard, he is more polite and serious than when he sees himself. Probably because of this character, many people admire Xu Le very much. For example, Mr. President, but there are more people who really want to die, such as those big figures in the government and the military.
Pour the remaining wine in the cup into the ashtray to put out the tobacco, Li Xiaotong frowned for a moment, and said, "No one wants you to return to the capital star circle at this time."
Xu Le raised his glass to touch the team members in the distance, took a sip, and responded vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth: "Many people have expressed similar meanings."
Li Xiaotong shook his head and said: "Everyone understands why you were exiled to Xilin, and you can roughly guess what that Mr. Shi did based on what happened. Now that Lord Byron is dead, he is also dead. There is no signal to restart the bell investigation, and you will come back at this time..."
His brows were like plum blossom branches frozen in the snow, slightly wrinkled: "Everyone is afraid and uneasy, worried that you will go mad as powerfully and directly as you killed Medellin that year, even our family's The old man, he has touched the little round hat many times more than before in the past two days, and it is obvious that the old man is anxious about your return."
"In the end, no one thought that you didn't have any crazy content other than going to the police station building on this rainy night. Instead, you spent a lot of energy fighting for that woman to be jealous. This is really shocking. Some people don't understand."
"It's mainly for Shi Qinghai to have fun." Xu Le looked at him and said with a smile: "You have to do this kind of work yourself, and it's really embarrassing to think about it at this time."
Li Xiaotong shook his head and laughed at himself: "As long as you don't go crazy, let alone let me play a boring show for you, even if you let me take off my clothes and play a clown, I'm willing to do it."
"Is it such an exaggeration?" Xu Le frowned amusedly.
"You are the biggest investment in my life." Li Xiaotong looked at him seriously and said slowly: "The practice in the past few years has proved that the old people in the family have already accepted it - whether you are a soldier or imprisoned in Qingcheng Repeat offenders, as long as you don’t die, then the investment I made will definitely benefit, so I implore you to learn to control your anger and learn to cherish your own body, in my eyes, your life is much more precious than others.”
In anyone's eyes, one's own life must be the most precious one in the universe. However, because the laws of nature have already cast the incantation that the creature will die, so people have to accept it sadly, and then try to find a way to leave A more pleasant method, such as finding some reason that is more emotionally rich than death, such as dying on a path of one's own free choice.
Last night when the spring rain fell, Xu Le and his comrades quietly chose a cemetery for the guy in the car to sleep. It was early morning, and this was the Galaxy Cemetery. Xu Le put the white bouquet in his hand in front of Professor Shen's tomb, then walked to the tombstone next to him, looked at the rain-soaked handwriting on the tombstone, and smiled.
On the tombstone are written Shi Qinghai's origin and family history and a brief description. The epitaph was picked by Xu Le, and he picked out powerful sentences from that letter many years ago. These sentences are powerful but not solemn and serious, very similar to Shi. son's character.
"I have died on the path I chose to take, and you have to live, live well, and live with peace of mind."
When Xu Le read the letter left by Shi Qinghai in the restaurant back then, when Xu Le saw the words about choosing the road, he had a certain feeling that if people can die on the road they choose, it is really a very peaceful thing. Happiness, so today he engraved this line of words on the other party's tombstone.
"Youth in literature and art are generally short-lived."
Holding a black umbrella and holding his son's hand, Zou Yu stood in the cool rain and looked at the grave in front of him, and said mockingly.
Zou Liuhuo, who was four or five years old, opened his big dark eyes curiously, looking at the cement dome in front of him. Of course he didn't know that the person lying inside was his father, but he was very unhappy that his mother's hand was so cold and hard, and it hurt.
Little boys are as dangerous and chaotic as animals, but they also have some kind of sensitive perception ability. According to his usual personality, Zou Liuhuo, who must have been making a fuss, feels the strange atmosphere in the cemetery garden and the hand-written photos. The pain came, but he didn't say a word.
Xu Le glanced at Zou Yu and found that she still had a small red flower on her temple today. The bright red petals made of some unknown material were stained with gouache scattered by the spring rain. They looked bright and beautiful. .
I don't know when it started, maybe it was because of the agony of broken dreams, Mo Yu weeping on the highway, and after the extreme high speed matured, Zou Yu not only liked wearing red clothes, but also fell in love with wearing Honghua.
"Although you didn't get to be together until the end." Xu Le spread out his hands and said, "But I thought you should change the color of the flowers on occasions like today."
Zou Yu was silent for a long time, and a smile suddenly flashed between his serene but naturally charming eyebrows, and said, "He said that safflower is beautiful."
Five years ago, also in this cemetery, also in the rain, Xu Le officially took on the responsibility of taking care of Zou Yu and her unborn child for Shi Qinghai. Five years later, the little life in the belly has grown into a healthy and lively little boy, Zou Yu is still beautiful, Xu Le is still carrying all kinds of pots, and Shi Qinghai has fallen asleep in the ground. Time has really changed a lot of things.
"I want to play the piano at night, let's have a late night snack," she said.
"Okay." Xu Le replied.
Zou Yu turned around and left with the child, without any hesitation, it was extremely simple.
Xu Le looked at her back in the windbreaker and disappeared in the spring rain. After a moment of silence, he made a phone call. In the rain, he lowered his voice and frowned, "Miss Daer, hello, I'm Xu Le."