Admiral Middle Age

Severe storm.

The latest weather forecast: According to the monitoring of the Municipal Meteorological Observatory, No.18 Severe Tropical Storm "Wuneng" has been reduced to a typhoon this year. At 07:300 this morning, its center is located on the Bohai Sea, about 38.5 kilometers southeast of Dalian City. Up, that is, near 125.3 degrees north latitude and 12 degrees east longitude, the maximum wind force near the center is level 32 (940 ms), the minimum air pressure in the center is 7 hPa, and the radius of the level 90 wind circle is 320-[-] kilometers.

It is expected that "Wu Neng" will...

In the car radio, the announcer repeatedly interrupted the typhoon warning in Mandarin with a Shandong flavor.

But this has nothing to do with Lin Jianjun.

He was sitting in the car with his head tilted, his eyes staring blankly through the water curtain flowing on the car window, looking at the small hillside in the storm not far away.

At the gate of the school, a small car eager to get in the way smashed into the taxi in front of it, and at the same time separated him and his cute little daughter forever. Now, that little, fleshy, The little meat dumpling, who would giggle and avoid his stubble attacks, lay quietly on the hillside facing the sea.

Perhaps, in the coming year, there will be spring flowers blooming there.

But now, there is only a raging storm.

Just like Lin Jianguo's mood.

He didn't expect that that day, the little meatball who would giggle and call his father, the little girl who waved goodbye to him at the door of the house, and the "daddy" that he yelled out in a coquettish voice made him giggle little girl.

It will be the last side of his daughter in his memory.

When we meet again, it will be forever.

An urn made of Russian red pine is covered with an outer layer, but it has become the final destination of the youngest daughter.

Small, just hold it in your hands.

It is quite similar to the weight of the past.

But...but he was no longer that lively little man.

That day, when my daughter had an accident, it was the moment when the project assembly was completed in stages. In order to ensure the continuity and stability of the project assembly, the deputy director of the trade union in charge of the outreach—that guy with a fat general’s belly, unexpectedly He abruptly suppressed the news of his daughter's accident.

It was three days later when he got the news.

He didn't tell Lin Jianguo the news until the assembly of the entire project was completed in stages.

He never saw the last side of his daughter.

I still remember that day, when Lin Jianguo just got off the assembly table, his face was full of exhaustion mixed with deep joy, he turned his head and joked harmlessly with his workers, and walked towards the gate of the final assembly workshop happily Go, while thinking about what kind of rest day to spend with your family during the next rest time.

Spring is here, and although the weather hasn't completely warmed up yet, it's time to go out for a walk.

Fishing, catching a sea or something, seems to be good.

But before he could figure out how to arrange the next rest time, from the mouth of the deputy director who was waiting at the door of the workshop with a fat general's belly, he got this, which was like a bolt from the blue, which made him unbelievable. information.

When he first heard the news, he was taken aback for a moment, and even the people who heard the news next to him thought that it was just a joke.

At that time, someone warned the chubby deputy director that this joke was not funny, and he should be careful to get beaten for talking nonsense like this.

On the workbench in the cabin, they have been spinning for several days, and the tired people wandering on the limit are joking with each other, playing pornographic things is normal, whose wife has a big butt, whose daughter-in-law It's also normal for Nanoko Madoka to clamor to have some super-friendly activities with someone's daughter-in-law.

Usually, there will be a burst of laughter from the surrounding people.

This is also a unique way of decompression among all-male coworkers.

It is said that there are similar topics in the group of female workers in other workshops, it seems... even more presumptuous.

That old Wang likes to show off these things - because in the whole big workshop, he has had it, and he is the only one who has had such a personal experience.

It was that day, the big guy couldn't remember what it was because of, but he seemed to be sent to the next class to do something.

Then, I don’t know what happened, anyway, when he finally came out, he was picked up... covered his front with a rotten towel that he didn’t know where to find, showing two big white buttocks, stunned by a large group of workers Underneath, he crossed half of the factory awkwardly and abruptly...

Then, Lao Wang and the stalk of picking clothes became a traditional joke in the whole workshop:

your clothes……

No, it's your clothes...

... On rainy days, Lao Wang is more suitable for stripping clothes...

Maybe it's the reason why things go against each other. After being ridiculed countless times about this matter, Lao Wang, who didn't say anything about what happened at that time, saw it for himself.

Looking away, he also dared to raise his nostrils when others were talking about this matter, and with a 45-degree angle of arrogance, he despised those scumbags who only dared to open their mouths.

As a result, this incident has become his daily talk about it, and the magic weapon for the crowd to show off—after all, no one dares to do this in order to avoid him.

Sure enough, people are shameless and invincible in the world.

Therefore, after work, joking between men and women, playing hooligans and so on, is not a big deal in the whole workshop.

But no one would joke with such curse-like words.

That would really take a beating.

In particular, Lin Jianguo is still—according to those little bastards of the younger generation, he is a purebred daughter slave with 100% concentration of 24K pure gold.

Joking about his daughter... At that time, many people wanted to see the joke of the fat deputy director.

Well, there were quite a few people who stood between the two of them, opened their postures, and prepared to fight.

But who knows...

The chubby deputy director who always had a smile on his face, who was not a good thing at first glance, resolutely pushed away the person standing in front of him, his face... was more serious than ever.

At that time, Lin Jianguo felt bad all over.

then……

Being ignorant, he can only vaguely remember: he grabbed the collar and lifted the deputy director who was definitely over 150 catties, abruptly...

Next, when he regained consciousness, he was already on the floor in the living room at home.

What she held tightly in her hand was the red pine box that was said to contain her daughter's ashes.

Beside him, his voice was hoarse from crying, his eyes were red and swollen, and he beat his daughter-in-law with a hammer.

There seemed to be other people in the room.

Who it is, he doesn't remember,

He just looked hard at the box in his hand...

This box... a little familiar!

Ah, come to think of it, he made it for his daughter...

A piece of red pine half buried in the soil was picked up on the beach by the sea.

Originally, I wanted to see if it could be made into a sculpture or something.

Finally, after doing it, a wooden box was made.

At that time, I joked with my daughter that it was a dressing box for her dowry.

What did the daughter say at that time? !

"This is too small."

"Small? It's not small anymore." He still remembers that at that time he looked sadly at the wooden box on the floor, and at the little boy squatting beside the wooden box who was still walking unsteadily: "Niuer Ah, that cosmetic is not good for people, if used too much, it will hurt people."

"Hmph, it's just too small." The little man waved his chubby arms and drew the largest circle he could draw: "When the time comes, put Papa in it too and take it away."

The little man, waving his fleshy arms, is very imposing.

"no……"

Girl, do you have any misunderstanding about the vanity box? This, papa, is not cosmetics.

He at that time... Thinking of that scene, he couldn't help being fascinated again.

But... I didn't expect...

"Girl..."

Lin Jianguo, who was sitting in the car, burst into tears again, the feeling of heartbreak, pain, and numbness.He could only clenched his fists, whimpered and bumped his head against the back of the front seat.

"Old Lin, Old Lin...don't be like this..."

"Old Lin, Old Lin..."

"Okay, okay, I finally cried..."

"Oh my god, it's finally slowing down. It's been so silent for several days, it's so infiltrating..."

"Oh, it's true, the white-haired man gave the black-haired man... hey..."

"Hey, who's to say no, this old Lin... is really pitiful..."

"Yeah, from the day I saw that box, something was wrong with Lao Lin, it's been several days..."

Seeing that Lao Lin, who had been eating like a wooden man for several days, finally made more movements. Although he looked sad, he finally let the people around him let go of their worries——Old Lin, he finally recovered today. up.

"Hey, what, Lao Lin, it's much better to cry now, this person is gone, and other people will have to continue to live in the future, look at it, who can live without a rough life... ...It's just...you this time...sigh."

"Yeah, Lao Lin, this person can't be brought back to life after the death, and this is the way to go, the following life has to go on, besides, you are still young, if you want it in the future, you want another one." That's it."

"Yes, yes, if you want another one, you can live as a child again. You can taste the taste of breastfeeding and washing diapers again, and live a good life with the child again."

"Yes, yes, hey, I have to say, I was really tired when I was raising a child, and I slept in the middle of the night, I don't know how I got through it when I think about it."

"But the child is small and soft, ah, at that time..., you don't know... when my little girl called me for the first time... that feeling... tsk tsk..."

The chirping sound rang in his ears.

Lin Jianguo suddenly felt very annoyed.

He also knows that these people around him are all trying to comfort him, and they are all kind: they and they keep bringing up the topic of the child, over and over again, and keep using words to bring him back memories, to try hard to seduce him. Recalling his memories of the good life he once had, trying to make him have the courage to live.

Giving him stimulation over and over again, wiping his wound over and over again, stimulating him to get used to and adapt to this pain.

Using a desensitization therapy similar to that used in the treatment of allergic diseases, which involves continuous exposure to allergens in small doses, continuously depleting antibodies, and finally achieving no sensitivity to allergens, to help him build up his resistance to his daughter's departure.

However, he still felt annoyed.

He is very tired.

A few days of insensible activities without eating or drinking, coupled with great sadness in my heart...

He is very tired.

Also annoying.

He looked up.

Outside the window, it was still stormy.

On that gentle hillside, through the rain-battered window, he vaguely saw a small white.

That is my daughter's new home.

From now on, if you want to see her, you can only come here.

She can no longer be with herself, sitting on her shoulders, giggling and twisting and riding a big horse.

she…….

"..." He wanted to speak.

However, there was no sound.

The throat is like a land that has been burned, dry and cracked in pieces.

He tried hard to swallow.

There is not a trace of wetness in the throat.

But, at any rate, the stiffly snapped parts began to work with difficulty.

Try...open your mouth...

"I want to go down." A hoarse voice sounded in his throat. If the voice didn't come from his own throat, Lin Jianguo couldn't believe it: this...is his own voice.

"Then what... what are you talking about? Hey, stop arguing, Jianguo has spoken."

"What? Ah, hey, well, stop arguing, Jianguo has spoken, listen to what he has to say."

"Okay, okay, don't make noise, Jianguo has spoken, listen to what he wants to say."

In the noisy car, it quickly became quiet.

In the throat, the dry land, like an open-air coal mine, is on fire, making it uncomfortable.

With difficulty, he squeezed out a little saliva and swallowed hard.

As if pouring a ladle of water on the raging fire, the flames began to blaze and blaze.

Throat, even more uncomfortable.

"I want to go out." The words were squeezed out of the throat one by one, and the voice was hoarse and ugly.

"What?"

"What? What did he say?"

"I didn't hear clearly, it seems to be what I want to do."

"What does he want?"

"I don't know, it's windy and rainy, and he's like this, what does he want to do?"

People gathered around Lin Jianguo, enthusiastically guessing Lin Jianguo's thoughts, and everyone enthusiastically wanted to help him.

Unfortunately, no one made room for him, and people crowded him tightly in the center.Sit around the middle of the row at the end of the bus, the farthest from the door.Passionately bothered him.

"If you want to go, you can go." Beside him, a hand passed over a wow haha, and put it in his hand, and then another board.

He turned his head and saw the haggard woman who could only vaguely see her former appearance: "My daughter likes clinking glasses with you the most, so go and clink with her again."

Tears blurred his eyes again, he looked at the blurred image in his eyes, moved his lips, but couldn't say a word.

The woman stood up, walked through the crowd, and walked to the front of the car.

The car door opened, and the violent wind and rain howled into the car, bringing with it two suppressed screams.

The woman, holding on to the armrest of the car door, walked out of the car, and stepped aside again: "Go, go and have a look."

Pursing his mouth, Lin Jianguo sniffled and looked at the figure at the door of the car, grabbing the front seat.

One plate of Wahaha four bottles, two plates of eight bottles.

If there are two more bottles, you can touch it three times, and if there are more, let's talk.

Rejecting the hand stretched out beside him, holding the two boards Wahaha tightly in his arms with one hand, and leaning on the back of the chair with the other hand, Lin Jianguo moved out of the car door step by step.

Both feet landed on the ground, and the feet were a little soft. After trying, Lin Jianguo reached out and grabbed the door frame, and raised his head in the storm with difficulty.

The storm was raging all over the sky.

In the world, there is only their wanton sound.

In the wind and rain, there is a hillside over there.

Lin Jianguo slowly let go of his hand.

A gust of wind hit him, and big raindrops slammed into his face, making him stagger.

A hand reached out and grabbed him.

He looked up, and through the wanton flow of rain on his face, he saw the same haggard woman beside the car door.

She held the car door with one hand and him with the other.

In the wind and rain, she was shivering.

But still stood there firmly.

The rain blurred his eyes.

Looking at the woman shivering in the wind and rain, he wriggled his lips. In the end, he didn't know whether he was saying thank you or sorry.

Patting the palm on his arm, he raised his head, and in front of him was the dark hillside in the wind and rain.

He finally staggered and walked up the mountain alone.

On the mountain, there is a small lonely grave.

Small graves, no tombstones.

The erection of the monument is one year after the grave was erected.

He stands by the grave.

The rain blurred his eyes, and he couldn't see the small tomb clearly.

On the lonely tomb, the rain is flowing wantonly.

Between heaven and earth, the wind and rain are raging,

Around the small tomb, the sacrificial offerings were already messed up by the wind and rain—as if he had seen his daughter's frightened eyes that day.

He didn't know how scared that little man should have been in his heart when facing the car that was out of control...

She, perhaps looking forward to Papa,

Looking forward to her father who can stand upright to help her hold up that piece of sky,

It's a pity that he wasn't there that day...

Anger ignited in his chest, he turned around abruptly, with his back to the tombstone, he straightened his chest,

Facing the violent storm, he raised his head to the sky and roared angrily: "Give me back my daughter—"

"Crack-"

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