Guan Qi is silent

I swear, I admit it, I have fantasized about Guan Qi's death, the people are sad, extremely peaceful, or the gray-haired remains or something, I will never omit to add the consistent smile at the corner of his mouth.

His death must have been as peaceful as the snow falling in a windless day, as beautiful as the lightly knocking on the window lattice on a slightly cold rainy night, and the smile at the corner of his mouth at the end was so familiar that it was as calm as the center of a lake being smashed by a boulder. Crying, everyone remembers his achievements, admires his tenderness, thinks of him from his youthful handsomeness to his gray head today, and sees him lying on the fragrant cornflowers, forever quiet and gentle, even if it is death .

But when I really stood in the funeral home, I was confused.

The incandescent lamp turned on abruptly exposed everything in the lacquered and cramped space. There was a rectangular crystal coffin in the center. The people in the coffin made me feel strange and familiar.

That was indeed Guan Qi, it was clearly written on the card.

But, this horribly pale face that has been put on make-up, the stiff sleeping posture, and the corner of the mouth that does not smile—how could this be, how could it be, how could it be Guan Qi?

In the mist, I went out through the back door, finding it hard to breathe, and closed a room crying behind me.

On a very sunny day, men and women are hurrying along the path outside the back door, sad or quiet, some come out from the back door of the next room and squat on the ground to smoke. Provide services to those who come to pay their respects.

Dry day, no wind.

If it was a rainy day, I would definitely be infected, miserable or vented.

But it was a sunny day, the scorching sun was as bright as the fact that Guan Qi was dead, it was so bright that he couldn't look directly at it, and it was too hot to resist.

Guan Qi mentioned that someone knocked on his car window while talking with us. He guessed that he had parked for too long, so he hung up the phone hastily.

But he, including us idiots, did not expect this to be his last voice.

A fugitive committed murder and robbed after boarding the car under the pretext of holding a child in his car.

Guan Qi's family members could not be contacted, his parents divorced early and his only relative passed away when he was young. In the end, Tantai Jian was in charge of Guan Qi's funeral, and Sister Wen, who was pregnant, was kept in the dark by everyone.

On the day I received the bad news, the rotten man stood at the window of the company's staircase corridor and smoked a whole pack of cigarettes. I didn't know it at the time, but I came and went and saw him standing there, the cigarette butts flickering and extinguishing, and the smoke curled up Spreading to the corridor, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to inhale the nicotine, but just let it burn until the cigarette butt, and then he seemed to recover and extinguished the cigarette butt.Then, another one was lit, and he looked out of the window again, but he didn't know what he was looking at.

I accosted him out of nowhere.God knows how often I gritted my teeth at him: "Do you smoke?" He froze, turned around slowly, stared at me for a long time, and smiled softly: "I'm not addicted, Ah Qi doesn't know."

I swear: Even if the Great God knows, it won't do anything, such a gentle person will only accommodate.

The rotten man seemed to have nothing to say. I glanced at him and saw him looking at me with an indescribable gaze. His lips were tight and his lips were slightly pursed. It swells and grows inexplicably, but it can't tell the source of this anxiety.

Just when I felt that it was too embarrassing to stand for such a long time, I turned around and was about to leave, the figure of the rotten man floated slowly behind me, at that moment, it was like a thunderclap.

The rotten man said: "From now on, there is no need to rush Guan Qi's manuscripts."

Bang.

Anxiety was originally just a tiny seed, which grew and grew day by day, and finally, yellowish buds emerged from the beating and closed heart, and flowers of fear bloomed.

The moment he heard the words of the rotten man, the flower of fear that grew in the dark exploded, and the tiny panic spread to the limbs and bones like a flood.

I didn't even have the courage to turn around and ask the reason. I just pretended I hadn't heard it after the rotten man said this, and strode back to the editorial office without looking back.

Outside the editorial office, I propped the door open, gasping for breath, thinking of the worst.

Maybe something happened to Guan Qi, a car accident or something, or he resigned willfully, or Guan Qi just wanted to make a temporary transition.

I kept giving myself different explanations, pretending that one explanation after another was so natural and reasonable, blaming my body stiffened by the spread of fear on the overheated air-conditioning and deafness in the office just across the door from me Sachiko and Manman whimpered and cried.