Eternal Burning

go.

He thought about it and said: Then I will go with you.

I was a little surprised, and thought he wouldn't go. After all, he also participated in a mutual aid group once, and maybe he didn't even remember how many people there were.

Finally, I made an appointment with him to meet at the school gate at two o'clock in the afternoon. He nodded and said he understood, got off the bus and left.

After class in the morning, after lunch, I read the documents in the office for a while, and I unknowingly became a little fascinated. If it wasn't for the message from Shang Muxiao that he was already waiting outside the school gate, I would not have found the time.

I thought he was going in my car, but when I looked at the door, there was a familiar blue and white heavy machine parked on the side of the road. The rider wore a helmet and supported one foot on the ground. Whether it was the scene or himself, it seemed that The model was shooting a poster, and even if she couldn't see her face, passersby looked at her.

I drove the car beside him, lowered the window and asked: Are you following me?

He opened his goggles, raised his eyebrows and said, Why, are you still afraid that I won't be able to keep up with you?

The subtext seems to be saying: Just as fast as you are, I will let you not be afraid of ten yards.

Without saying a word, I raised the car window and drove in front of Shang Muxiao to lead the road. The 30-kilometer journey took only an hour.

The sun is good today, there is no wind and no rain, the temperature is low, but it will not make people feel cold, it is a good weather.

When we arrived, there was already a circle of people around the tombstone of Mr. Huáng, everyone was holding a white flower in his hand, and his expression was solemn and solemn.

Standing at the end of the crowd, I don't know if it was the funeral service staff or the family members of the old gentleman. He was dressed in black and held a handful of white jú in his arms. When he saw us approaching, he asked his identity and gave me and Shang Muxiao a flower. .

We stood at the end and could only hear vague voices in front of us. It seemed that Mr. Huáng's son was delivering a eulogy.

After about two minutes, the eulogy was finished, and the crowd began to move, one by one to lay flowers.

Shang Muxiao and I were the last two to go up. The tombstone was already covered with flowers. The old man in the photo smiled very kindly and kindly. The place where the urn was placed was engraved with a line of dazzling gold characters - you are still young, You have to live well.

He actually engraved this sentence as his epitaph. It was like... his final warning to the younger generation who came to attend the funeral.

The dignified emotions dissipated a lot, and my heart was a little funny and a little warm. Even in the cold season, I can always feel the slightest warmth.

The funeral ceremony was simple and brief. I saw a few familiar faces from the mutual aid group in the crowd. Everyone just nodded and said hello.

I walked to the gate of the cemetery with Shang Muxiao. I don't know if he was affected by the funeral atmosphere. He seemed very quiet all the way.

This is my first time attending a funeral. When he was about to reach the gate, Shang Muxiao suddenly said.

When I heard it, it felt wrong. It was the first time he attended a funeral, so where was he when his mother died?

As if he heard my heart, he continued in a flat tone: When my mother held the funeral, I was not allowed to approach, and I had to be led by the nanny and stand at a distance. Because my dad said my mom wouldn't want to see me.

It was clear that the sun was still warm, but after a while, I became cold again for no reason. Although my relationship with my parents is also very estranged and indifferent, it is not as incompatible as he is. It is really hard for me to imagine that Shang Lu would say such a thing to a five-year-old child.

On the day she died, I asked if I would like to go to a place with her. I have always been afraid of her. She never liked me. Except for being angry with me, she blamed me for ruining her career. I felt that it was not a good place, so I refused. She suddenly became very angry, forced me out the door, and threw me into the rain, no matter how much I cried, she would not open the door. Speaking of this, he let out a laugh. When he grew up, he realized that she was going to take me to Huáng Spring, which is really not a good place.

Everyone said she was ill, and she didn't want that, and asked me to forgive her. He was walking in the sunshine, but his voice was so cold that it fell into ice, but it's not my fault that she's sick, why can't I hate her?

At the gate, my car and his car were parked not far away. He stopped, and I couldn't help but follow.

Her paintings are full of vitality and have beautiful meanings. Looking at those wonderful colors, the mind will automatically calm down. She gave the best to others and the worst to me.

That's why he wanted to destroy Garden View, to destroy what he thought was disgustingly false. He grew up under the scolding of his parents since he was a child, and did not get a trace of warmth from them, only his sister was everything to him.

And now, Shang Yunrou no longer belongs to him alone.

He was standing in front of me with his hands in his jacket, an invincible 20-year-old, but his eyes were full of boredom and resentment towards this world.

You are still young, you have to live well. He also saw this sentence, but he didn't know how to live well.

It was also the first time I attended someone else's funeral. I said, 12 years ago, at the funeral of the three friends who were in the car accident with me, I was still lying on the bed and couldn't get up.