boycott youth

15

"Doctor Hua, someone is looking for you!" Early in the morning, the door-faced lady behind the front desk tossed out her long braids, calling to stop Hua Shao who was rushing to the parking lot in the lobby.

Hua Shao responded, then turned his head and told the two companions behind him, "You two go pick up the car first, I'll go and have a look and then I'll be there!" He tossed the car keys to Xiao Chuan, "After Qingming, there is no way to the cemetery. It will be too congested! Keep an eye on the keys for me, and always be on guard against your evil little bastard!"

Liao Min raised his eyebrows and kicked him directly from behind, he jumped away with quick reflexes, turned his head and ran, turning his head while running, not forgetting to continue gesturing to his iron rod + patient number, his eyebrows beaming There was a long series of "treacherous sounds□□"——

When Dr. Hua ran to the front desk, Miss Femme fatale had been waiting for a long time with her eyes open, "I've asked people to wait in the living room." She pointed to a private side hall at the end of the corridor, "You look so pretty! You Girlfriend?" She asked gossipingly.

"Patient!" Dr. Hua shrewdly interrupted her inquiry, and gracefully signed his name on the visitor register...

……

After the Qingming Festival, the cemetery was sparsely populated, and some of the meals and libations offered to the late deceased were left sparsely in front of the steles. When Xiaochuan and his party arrived in front of Xiaogu's tombstone, a bouquet of yellow and white chrysanthemums mixed with calla lilies was quietly placed on the pedestal of the stele.

Liao Min stepped forward to grab the bouquet respectfully, put it under the tip of his nose for a sniff, and a fresh fragrance floated up, "It's still fresh," he passed the bouquet to Xiao Chuan, "It seems that your brother is very popular, someone is coming soon Our footsteps." Xiao Chuan took the bouquet, thinking secretly...

When the three sticks of fine incense were lit in front of the lighter, Lu Xiaochuan had already knelt down, kowtowed his head a few times, and silently called out to his brother whom he had not seen for many years, "I'm late..." Liao Min Helping him melt tinfoil in an iron bucket beside him, chanting "Amitabha Buddha" silently...

Hua Shao leaned against the small dwarf tree in front of the monument, trembling a little. He took a few deep breaths and asked Xiao Chuan for leave, "I'm looking for a place to smoke a cigarette!"

"Didn't you quit early?" Buchuan replied subconsciously.

Hua Shao smiled softly and softly, and replied gently, "Turn back and continue!"

When Hua Shao crossed the aisle and walked towards the dividing line of the cemetery, a cemetery administrator accidentally bumped into him, "Sorry!" Surprised, "Hey? Isn't this Mr. Lu, the owner of tomb No. 520? It's been a long time!" He walked towards Xiao Chuan, "I didn't expect you to come in person this year! I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Surprised by his enthusiasm, Xiao Chuan hurriedly stood up from the ground, took the hand extended by the other party, and shook it, "Someone asked us to deliver something to you, and I will trouble you to come to the service desk later..." The other party told him explain.

……

After sweeping the sacrifice, the three of them went to the service desk chatting trivially as agreed, and the administrator humbly handed over an envelope from behind the desk, "It's been here for three years! The messenger said that no matter how long it takes, you will have to open it yourself." ! So it’s not easy to find someone else to take it for you!” He said to Xiao Chuan.

Lu Xiaochuan thanked him repeatedly and took it. Seeing the words "Mr. Lu Xiaochuan's sincerity" printed on the surface of the envelope, he opened the envelope and took out a piece of hard cardboard...

The ink-black printed characters shone brightly under the ceiling lamp: "Return what belongs to you to you", Xiao Chuan silently recited the above sentence... When another jingling thing fell on the palm of his hand, A long-sleeping memory seemed to flash across his mind...

A key with a lanyard fell out, and a pendant was tied to the lanyard—a piece of imitation amber...

"Tonight, I will wait for you in the Gobi" on the front

"Delingha Memorial" on the reverse side

The nerves in Xiao Chuan's brain jumped twice, and he turned to the administrator and asked earnestly, "May I ask if the other party has left a name?" He said.

"No, it was a smoggy day, that person wore a mask, left an envelope and left!" the administrator answered after searching his memory.

Liao Min squeezed her head to stand side by side with Xiao Chuan to admire the handicraft in his hand, "What is it?" He asked.

"It should be... the key to the house."

……

I'm in Delingha tonight

This is a desolate city in the rain

except those who pass and live

Delingha... tonight

A young man recites his beloved poems affectionately towards the depths of the mountains... When he is passionate and generous, the lanyard flying around his neck throws out a piece of simulated amber!

"I will definitely go to the Gobi!" He turned his head and said to a piece of reed behind him.

"Read less poetry, and be careful of being followed by you!" His brother said indifferently as he lay on the reed field with a reed stick in his mouth, shaking his legs.

The young man looked back at the exit of the rolling mountains, "I want to go to the north for the college entrance examination!"

His brother paused, and finally put down Erlang's legs, spit out the reed in his mouth, got up, looked at the back of the other party in the backlight, and said firmly, "Uncle, he won't agree."

The author has something to say:

Haizi's poems are beautiful~~