Boss, stay!

In the afternoon, the sunny sky changed its face, dark clouds covered the sun, the heat on the ground was suffocated, and it tossed up and down between the sky and the earth. People in the middle were like a steamed steamed bun, covered in profuse sweat.

Fortunately, the wind picked up later, and the heat from the steamed buns was blown away. The sky was cloudy, but it was very cool. Mr. Ye ate a bowl of porridge in the restaurant, and he was about to go to the cemetery. Xiaoyuan at the front desk asked, hurry up Reported to Boss Ji, Boss Ji took an umbrella and chased him out. Mr. Ye walked slowly and hadn't gone far. He caught up and blamed him a little: "Why did you sneak away by yourself? Look, it's going to rain today. , you go out alone, what should you do if something happens?"

Ye Lao smiled innocently: "It's an old bone, it's not bad to be buried in this beautiful place."

Ji Kangcheng smiled and comforted: "You are still healthy, don't say anything depressing."

The two of them walked forward along the rugged mountain road. The breeze carried the scent of wild flowers in the mountains, blowing over people's heads and faces. There was water flowing down from the mountains in the small ditch beside the road. The air was moist and humid.

Ye Lao is really a good at viewing the scenery. He is more familiar with Taiyan Mountain than Ji Kangcheng. He talked to Ji Kangcheng about the intention of a peak on the mountain and the change of an ancient tree. At the end, he felt a little emotional: "I am going to die. , burn it to a handful of ashes, and scatter it in this mountain, it is a worthy death."

The topic of life and death always revolves around, which makes people sad. Ji Kangcheng changed the subject: "Don't say these scary things, everyone knows you well, and you are still waiting for you to come back once a year to face everyone? You Qingming didn't come this year, Xiaoyuan, who is our front desk, still misses you!"

Ye Lao smiled: "People say that old people are greedy for life and afraid of death and dare not sleep, but I don't shy away from it. When I was young, talking about life and death, Wei Yi hated it the most. He avoided these things very much. 'Two words instead of..." He paused and stopped, looking at the majestic green hills, as if looking far away.

Ji Kangcheng helped him: "You old man, don't think about the past. If Mr. Xiong knows, he is also looking forward to this gathering of old friends. He definitely hopes that you will have a happy life."

Ye Lao had no words, and the two of them were silent, walking all the way to the tombstone, the rock was hard, and the tombstone stood like this for a long time, without sadness or joy.

During the Qingming Festival this year, he and Xu Chaoming were drinking here. At that time, he was holding a bouquet of nocturnal flowers, which were fragrant. Xu Chaoming was telling the tourists, most likely, he was talking about this period of history.

Ji Kangcheng closed his eyes. He didn't close his eyes last night. Now his eyes are dry, sore, red, and swollen. He is waiting for tears to moisten him. He doesn't believe in evil and holds back his tears.

Sitting in front of the tomb, Mr. Ye took out a bottle of wine, a paper bag of letters, an old scarf, and scattered old things from his backpack.

Mr. Xiong Weiyi is a person with a history that can be verified. He has passed away for more than 40 years. The history of these old objects is so thick that it seems that a layer of dust can be shaken off.

"Old Ye, if you have something to say to Mr. Xiong, I won't listen in. I'll walk around in the mountains. After you two finish talking, I'll take you back to rest and give you the umbrella."

Ji Kangcheng couldn't stand peacefully in front of this tombstone, he would think of Xu Chaoming's face laughing at Yanyan at that time, he was half drunk, leaning on Xu Chaoming, saying he wanted to see peach blossoms, pear blossoms, and plum blossoms.

Ye Lao said: "It's okay, it's an old story, I tell it to amuse the young people, besides, if I don't tell it, no one will know it in the future."

Boss Ji sat in front of Mr. Ye: "No, we all know that you and Mr. Xiong have a deep relationship, and we are all very envious. I hope that after my death, there will be someone who can remember us for 40 to [-] years. Every year during the Qingming Festival, they all come to visit our graves, and they will live a whole life in vain!"

"Really? Do you think so?" Ye Lao looked at Ji Kangcheng: "Only Yita, he is my life... the only love."

Yes, lover.

"When I was free to read poems, Mr. Dongpo said 'ten years of life and death are boundless'. Ten years is an imaginary number to me. Thinking about it carefully, it was February 47, 25. He passed away around Qingming."

He slowly recited: "Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, and I will never forget. There is nowhere to talk about the bleakness of a lonely grave thousands of miles away. Even if we meet each other, we will not know each other. Our face is covered with dust, and our temples are like frost. At night, you have a dream and suddenly return home, Xiaoxuan Window, dressing up. There is no words for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart will be broken every year, the moonlit night, short Matsuoka."

Only then did Ji Kangcheng realize that this word is also unbearable to read.

He still remembers early self-study in high school, reciting poems required for the college entrance examination by leaning on the fence of the corridor corridor, and this poem is also listed in it. After reading it a dozen times in the morning, he had to write it silently, and he just felt bored.

It turns out that it means so.

Ji Kangcheng looked at the old man in front of him, his face was covered with dust and his temples were like frost, but when Mr. Xiong Weiyi passed away, he was just in his prime.

The eternal youth is engraved on a black-and-white photo, and the smile is a little gentle, a little clear.

"I also had a lot of dreams. In the dream, he always said, if I don't leave, it's useless for you to drive me away, unless you also leave! I was in a hurry and asked him why, didn't he want to study? Or should he stay? Death? Wei Yi was leaning against the wall. It was behind a door in the library stairwell. In people's hearts, he said... said, why? Why don't you go, don't you really know?"

The tone was subtle, with sadness, and it was a complaint against him knowingly, and some forbearable disappointment.

Mr. Ye shook his head: "At that time, enemy planes were bombing every day, and colleges and universities were the main targets. Faculty and staff took risks to go to the library to transfer books and materials. He came anyway. I pulled him behind the door and asked him What are you doing here? At that time, I recommended him to study abroad, and everything was done, but he refused to leave."

So in the age of war, because one person refused to leave, the other person resolutely chose to stay even though his intentions were ambiguous and his identity was unknown.

"I was questioned by him that year!" Elder Ye said with a smile, "I am ten years older than him. He used to be my student and my assistant at that time. He always liked to discuss all kinds of endless things with me. Question, he is smart, hardworking, and asks just the right questions. I am happy to answer all his homework questions, and I am also willing to discuss some extracurricular questions with him. He is very quick in thinking, and sometimes he can solve problems one step faster than me. At that time, he was a little self-satisfied! Only this question, I can't answer it, and he is also sad."

Ye Lao sighed: "I always want to make up for this regret in my dreams, I want to say that I know, I know, but I am always interrupted by various reasons... Sometimes the enemy plane bombs the library, and everyone is killed. It was blown up, sometimes the ground collapsed, he fell, I didn't catch him, sometimes I lost my voice, even if I opened my mouth to shout, I couldn't make a sound, sometimes I became an old man , he looked at me with stunned and blank eyes, he couldn't recognize me, and he couldn't speak when he asked me to talk..."

"Another time, just as I opened my mouth, the floor above my head fell and only hit him... In fact, that's how he died, he was stoned to death by others."