As soon as Xu Xilin left that day, Xu Jin was called out by a phone call.
There is a big legal-blind funder who set up a special purpose company overseas many years ago with incomplete domestic procedures. Somehow this historical issue has been turned over by overseas investors. In crisis public relations, several domestic teams responsible for wiping the buttocks were busy doing their own thing.
Xu Jin, who has been away from home for more than two months, hasn't sat on the sofa yet, so he put two band-aids on his feet again, and stepped on her ten-centimeter stilt shoes to run to the company to preside over the overall situation.
When she arrived at the company, she held a round of teleconferences first. Seeing that she was about to come out with the plan overnight, Xu Jin had no choice but to hold her increasingly dizzy temples and walked to the pantry to call Auntie Du.
Before the call was made, she looked down and found that her shoelace was broken.
Xu Jin sighed, squatted down to check the fracture, and thought to himself, "It's not good for fleeting years."
She just wanted to get up and ask her assistant to buy a pair of shoes for her, when she got up suddenly, her eyes suddenly darkened—
The fleeting years came to an abrupt end.
Xu Xilin's experience of going to the hospital no more than ten times in his life, basically all of them are before the age of ten. When he rushed to the hospital in a daze and panic, it was already late at night. Qiufeng pierced his jacket without any pity. Xu Xilin stood at the door of the hospital and shivered. He found that he had no common sense at all. Where to find someone.
Dou Xun silently took his hand.
At this time, a man who had been lingering at the door of the hospital saw them and strode over. The tip of his nose was red, and he wondered if it was cold outside.
"Xiao Lin?" the man said, "I'm Uncle Zhao who called you just now."
"Hello, uncle." Xu Xilin didn't forget to be polite, "Where is my mother? How's it going?"
Lawyer Zhao pursed his lips with difficulty, staring at Xu Xilin for half a minute, as if he was stopped by the question.
"Son," he sighed, tremblingly, and said incoherently, "Son..."
Dou Xun felt something in the first step, and the hand that held Xu Xilin suddenly tightened.
As for what it felt like that day, Xu Xilin couldn't remember it. It was especially like a dream. Even the faces of the people next to him were blurry. This feature was exactly the same as a dream. , he would go wherever Dou Xun led him. As for the ins and outs of the whole thing, he didn't take it to heart.
At the beginning, some of Xu Jin's female colleagues cried and wanted to hug him, but Dou Xun politely and involuntarily refused. Dou Xun sensed the "daydream" shrouded in Xu Xilin's body with an extraordinary acuity, and instinctively protected it, ignorantly and with difficulty he stretched out his tentacles, which were not good at communicating with people, to deal with Xu Xilin's dealings. people.
After dealing with the hospital, two young lawyers took them both home.
The street lights in the middle of the night were connected to each other in the mist, and they flew back one by one in a line. Xu Xilin glanced out through the car window, and suddenly there was a sudden panic in his heart. What did I just do?"
Dou Xun put an arm around his shoulder and pressed him into his arms.
The Xu family was brightly lit all night, and Auntie Du waited at the gate of the courtyard with red eyes. The moment she saw Xu Xilin, she cried with a "wow". The woman's cry stung Xu Xilin's numb nerves, and the huge panic and almost helpless anger came back to her senses.
His white-haired grandmother, who was neat and tidy at all times, sat upright in the living room. The moment Xu Xilin looked at her, his seventeen-year-old soul broke free from all restraints of self-protection. .
Instinctively, he wanted to vent to Grandma Xu making a fuss. He wanted to scream in a panic, "They said my mom was gone, they farted", and imagined like a little boy, hurriedly hiding behind his grandmother, waiting for the adults to take care of everything.
But before he could do anything, he heard his grandmother sigh faintly.
Grandma Xu shed tears when she heard Zhu Xiaocheng cry about how difficult the marriage was, she shed tears when she heard Bai Niangzi and Xu Xianggong parting and died, and she shed tears when she watched the great sage who had three dozen white bone spirits being driven away by her master... She has acted in many dramas, in other people's stories I cried all my life, but at this moment, not a single tear shed, just gently and slowly supported the snow-like temples, and said to Xu Xilin: "When you were not born, your grandfather walked like this, He felt that he was in good health. One day he sat down and was about to get up, but suddenly fell down, leaving us orphans and widows. I have told Yi many times that it is not good to grow too fat, and it is not good to eat so much greasy..."
Now, after several decades, another fall, and the rest are still orphans and widows.
"This Xiaohui," Grandma Xu said, gasping for breath, like an old actor who forgot his words on stage, after being silent for a long time, she was helpless to continue her voice, "What? Can she follow her father in everything?"
These two sentences were like a hand that helped the seedlings, gently brushed past his ears, and then fiercely grabbed the soul of his seventeen-year-old boy, and instantly stretched and tempered him into twenty-seven... thirty-seven.
Xu Xilin exhaled the last breath of a boy, pulled his back to the size of an adult in advance, stepped forward to help Grandma Xu, and said to her, "It's too late, you go to rest first, and me, it's fine."
Grandma Xu had to look up to see her grandson's face.
Xu Xilin bent down and hugged her. The tentacles were a bunch of emaciated and old bones that felt like an old door frame that had been eaten by worms. He whispered in her ear: "Xiaohui is gone, I can take care of you too, eh?"
Every word is the volume of a whisper, but every word is an iron nail. After Xu Xilin finished speaking, he nailed an iron armor to himself.
Then, he pushed Grandma Xu into the bedroom involuntarily, took off her shoes and coat, covered the quilt, and then came out to listen to each of the guests at home saying their condolences, and greeted Auntie Du to bring tea and water to the guests. , and then sent everyone to the door.
"My mother left a lot of things. I haven't been in contact with them, and I don't know much about them. I may have to trouble my brothers and sisters for help in two days. I thank you in advance." They all became "brothers and sisters", after a pause, he added, "In the future, please leave me a contact information, don't cut off contact just because my mother is gone, what's the use of me? , I'm always on call."
The next few days were to handle funeral affairs, deal with Xu Jin's property and company equity, funerals, and receive batch after batch of visitors who didn't know what to do with Xu Jin. Even with the help of her colleagues before her death, it was still trivial. It was exhausting, Xu Xilin didn't dare to let her grandma bother, and Aunt Du didn't understand anything. Fortunately, there was Dou Xun by her side, and she could discuss everything, so she was not completely helpless.
Dou Xun asked for leave from the school, helped him run errands during the day, and dealt with various things. At night, he accompanies Xu Xilin and squeezed into his single bed—the two of them could sleep well, because Xu Xilin basically couldn't sleep, and he was honest all night. Lie still on the ground, taking up only a small space.
Zhu Xiaocheng, who had been seeing the dragon all day long, came, Dou Junliang also showed up, Song Lianyuan... All the people who Xu Jin had been in contact with before came here, and Zheng Shuo came back from abroad - he could only stay in a hotel temporarily , Grandma Xu really didn't want to see him.
Xu Xilin entertained all these people, and rejected Zheng Shuo's invitation to "want to chat" - fortunately, Zheng Shuo did not force him, and he very understandingly accepted his "talk about it later" prevarication, and then went with everyone. , and sent Xu Jin away.
The first time Xu Xilin knew what "death" was. When he was very young, he and his grandmother listened to the storytelling of "Xue Jiajiang". The children of three or four years old didn't understand it well, and most of the characters in it didn't know who was who. I only like Bai Wenbao, the third master, because "Gossip Plum Blossom Bright Silver Hammer" sounds particularly cool.
Hearing Bai Wenbao's death by Xue Ping's hands, little Xu Xilin was at a loss. Hearing his grandmother's sigh, he chased after him and asked, "What happened to him?"
Grandma said, "It's dead."
Xu Xilin asked, "What does it mean to die?"
The grandmother replied, "I just won't come again."
It just won't come anymore.
The sorrow, hatred, and joy in the world, from now on, have nothing to do with each other.
Between people, it is like duckweed and swivel tents, fate gathers and dissipates, and the origin and the extinction are all impermanent things, whether parents and brothers, or lovers who are old, talk about the so-called "eternal and eternal", in fact, it is just paralyzed. There is nothing.
Come time, get together time, one more day is to earn one day, and it can stop abruptly at any time... It's just that most mortals can't accept this fact, they always feel that they have "lost" something.
After everything was over, Xu Xilin was exhausted and turned into an empty shell, lying on his back on the sofa in the living room, the sun was shining brightly outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sky was high and the autumn was just right, Doudou slumped on the windowsill and slept.
"This dog has been left unattended for the past two days. Is it sick?" Xu Xilin said to his grandmother, "How about I take it to the veterinary hospital?"
"Don't look, it's not sick," said Grandma, "it's just old."
Xu Xilin was stunned for a moment. Doudougou came to him when he was very young. At that time, Xu Jin was very busy, and he was very busy. He heard that his son wanted a puppy, but she couldn't afford the competition. The purebred famous dog, he could only get up early, take the child to the smoky dog market, and buy back this little bastard that grows and becomes less popular.
"It's a kitten and a puppy, that's it." The grandmother said almost inaudibly, "You are a Xiaoning (human), it is a puppy, it grows with you, and when you grow up, it will make a sound. 'Go too'."
May I ask how many roads to Lingshan? There are one hundred and eight thousand and there are more than zero.
If Wu is not sleepy, it’s okay to kill, and if Wu is not sleepy, it’s okay to kill.
Thinking that he was extremely numb and exhausted, Xu Xilin suddenly couldn't hold it in any longer.
Dou Xun, who was cleaning the room for him, raised his head in astonishment. Xu Xilin glanced at him, and only had time to pat the door behind him, and tears came down after being absent for several days.
The author has something to say: "How many roads are there in Lingshan? There are 108,000 and more than zero." - Si Fan