Boss, stay!

It was raining heavily and the sky was dark, giving people the illusion of nightfall, but looking at the time, it was only 27:[-]. If it was a sunny day, the sun was still hanging on the mountain at this moment.

The long corridor, the humid air, the gloomy sky, the pale lights, and the red light sign on the porch at the side are like a dream.

Ji Kangcheng got up from the chair, took a few steps forward, and looked outside through the floor-to-ceiling glass. The strong wind and rain made the broken trees unbearable.

Ji Kangcheng fumbled for a cigarette from his pocket, but what he took out was a photo, an old black and white photo. He looked at the photo carefully and forgot to smoke.

The person in the photo is in his youth. He has a full forehead, thick black eyebrows, and eyes with single eyelids. He also looks very energetic in the photo. His eyes are quite big, and his nose is like a regular mountain peak. It is a coincidence The bridge of the nose is sunken in the midsection, and the shape of the lips is also obvious. The upper lip is a typical M shape...

"Brother Ji, do you think Mr. Ye will be okay?"

Ji Kangcheng turned his head and saw Xiaoyuan approaching. She was still wearing her work uniform, her hair was pulled back, revealing a gentle and sad face. This girl had a round face, but at this moment, she looked a little bit The tenderness is touching.

Ji Kangcheng put the photo back into his pocket again: "It's going to be all right, as long as the rescue is in time, everything will be fine."

It was the ambulance he called.

Before the rain was getting heavier, he saw that Mr. Ye didn't hold an umbrella, and he was afraid that the road would be slippery in rainy days, and it would be inconvenient to go back. When he went to call Mr. Ye, who was reminiscing with Mr. Xiong Weiyi, he realized that the reason why Mr. Ye was leaning on the tombstone was because He passed out.

Ye Lao had already burned the bag of letters he brought back, only the photo of him when he was young was kept under his hands, and it was deliberately left out.

The bottle of wine brought over was half gone.

He paid attention and got into the ambulance with the remaining half bottle of wine. When asked about the patient's physical symptoms, he didn't know much except that he had broken his leg. He searched Ye Lao's body and found out his body. On the mobile phone, the nearest contact is also surnamed Ye. When I called, it was Mr. Ye's nephew.

It was told that Ye always drank alcohol in a short period of time after taking the antihypertensive medicine, which caused a sharp drop in blood pressure.

in a short time?Ji Kangcheng was surprised, and looked at the half bottle of wine in his hand—it was true that a lot of antihypertensive drugs had been dissolved in the wine, and he did it on purpose.

Xiaoyuan was still worried: "Then is it timely for us?" After a pause, he continued: "When watching TV dramas before, people who committed suicide always said not to save him, Mr. Ye...we rescued him, he Will you blame us?"

Ji Kangcheng didn't know either, he pushed Xiaoyuan: "Go over there and watch, I'll smoke a cigarette."

Xiao Yuansheng was very obedient at critical moments, but he was still worried: "Brother Ji, what if... will we get into trouble?"

"There is no chance, let's go."

It was still raining outside, and I received a notification that an unfamiliar number was blocked. It was a message: "I bought the nearest flight and arrived in the early morning. Please try your best to be considerate at the hospital."

He is Ye Lao's nephew.

When the call came back, the person over there sounded a little older, with a calm and calm voice, comforting him, telling him to be calm, and to cooperate with the doctor and try his best to rescue him. The cost is not a problem.

Ji Kangcheng finished his cigarette and was in a daze when Xiaoyuan interrupted him with a timid "Brother Ji". He turned the corner and the door of the emergency room was open. The doctor was talking to Xiaoyuan. She stared at him blankly, begging for help.

Although it wasn't like what was shown on TV, the doctor simply said "We did our best" and it was over, but the series of words summed up the meaning of the above five words.

Ye Lao left.

When Ji Kangcheng sent Xiaoyuan back, Xiaoyuan was very reluctant: "In case there are conflicts and disputes, I can still help!"

It seemed that when Mr. Ye's nephew came, the two sides would fight, but in a real fight, Xiao Yuan didn't know martial arts, so he called Xu Sanmei and finally took Xiao Yuan away.

In the middle of the night, the mortuary is on the B[-] floor. Ji Kangcheng waited on the bench outside, surrounded by only dim lights. The rain had stopped, and the coolness of the summer night could be forced into people's hearts. He hugged his arms tightly and chatted keep warm.

In the past few years, Mr. Ye has grown old really quickly. This old man got acquainted with him because he paid homage to Mr. Xiong Weiyi. Ji Kangcheng can't say that he has any feelings for the past history. He just wanted to know the rocks and trees of Taiyan Mountain. , Seeing Mr. Xiong Weiyi's paragraph, there was only a sigh.

Unlike the previous resident, the little son of the Meng family, who would write an essay for the deceased gentleman, and never thought that after he left, there would be someone who still loved him deeply, even because of nostalgia. , Regret half his life lover.

When we first met, Mr. Ye looked healthy and calm, like a stone. He chatted with him only after watching him worship at Mr. Xiong Weiyi’s tomb. Let Ye Lao listen.

Ye Lao laughed and faced the sunlight.

No questioning, no correction, no evaluation.

Ye is always like this, while he never forgets, while hiding all his feelings and sadness.

Ji Kangcheng thought they were just close friends.

Ji Kangcheng was awakened by the greeting. He looked up and saw a tall and tall figure in dark clothes, whose face was obscured by the dim light behind his back. He stood up suddenly and blurted out: "I..."

The man leaned back in shock, and then extended his hand to say hello: "Hello, I'm sorry, I'm late."

He is Ye Lao's nephew.

Just a moment ago, he saw this person as Xu Chaoming, and now facing the dim light, he could see his face was completely different from Xu Chaoming's. He had white hair on his temples, but his face did not look old, calm and calm .

Boss Ji settled down and tried to explain: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye was with me in the afternoon, he went to..."

Even though Ye Lao committed suicide premeditatedly, Ji Kangcheng still really apologized: "I should have looked at him, and I should have noticed that Ye Lao's behavior and words today are very different from before."

Ye Lao's nephew shook his head: "It has nothing to do with that. My uncle, he has already planned it. To be honest, I had a premonition before he came..."

He paused for a long time: "Maybe I can stop him, maybe I can stop him, but...uncle's life is not easy, the older he gets, the more he misses the past...Why do you need to trap him here?"

What about being stuck in this world where loved ones are gone and loved ones are gone?

But such a decisive death, even if it is so calm, is a shocking warning to others, but Boss Ji immediately remembered what Ye Lao said, that he and Mr. Xiong Weiyi have been separated for a long time, and there should be a reunion.

He took out the photo and handed it over: "This is what Ye Lao held under his hands when he passed out."

The man pinched the photo and smiled indescribably. He turned the photo over and showed it to Ji Kangcheng. There were a few thin words written in the lower right corner - "Gift to Weiyi", and the date was written in another line, which was still in wartime.

"Uncle never talked about these things. He only mentioned it once, saying that he used this photo for the posthumous photo after he left. He asked me to take the old photo and renovate it. I developed the size of the posthumous photos that are commonly used, and there is another photo that will be burned in the In front of the tomb, he said that he was too old to live in this world, and he was afraid that even if he could meet again in Huangquan, he would "even if we meet again, we should not know him, his face is covered with dust, and his temples are like frost". This photo can be used as a proof. The only photo I passed with Mr. Xiong, Mr. Xiong was very satisfied."