old man feeding rules

"He slept under that peach tree. It's been ten years, but his name hasn't been written on the tablet."

Jiang Xun shook his finger at the most remote corner of the cemetery. It was the warm spring season, and the sky was full of peach blossoms, blowing down with the wind like a red rain.

"It is said that the rules left in ancient times are Emperor Zhisong and Hou Zhibai. I don't know about gods and ghosts. I heard that Taoist priests used peach wood swords to drive out ghosts. Peach trees ward off evil spirits, so no one planted this tree in the tomb. Garden, but I don't believe in these, I don't pay much attention to it, just because Jiang Juan used to like peach trees the most, so I planted one for him. I thought I wouldn't live for a few years, but I thought it would be a big deal and I would plant it again when I died. Years later, it is still so alive, looking at it now, it’s a bit ironic.”

Feeling the increasing strength in his hands, Jiang Xun smiled and said, "You always pull me to do something."

"I'm afraid." Song Yuzhi said frankly.

"You, a Taoist priest, are still afraid of this?"

"I'm afraid that if I let go, you will disappear."

Jiang Xun was stunned.

As he got closer, Song Yuzhi realized that the tombstone under the peach tree was a wordless monument, and even the photo on it was blurred to the point where people's faces could not be seen clearly. It was obvious that someone did not want outsiders to know who was sleeping in the tomb.

"Don't be shy, Jiang Zhu's ashes are not buried here. At the beginning, Jiang Juan wanted to take him away, so the bureau buried some of his remains symbolically. Now that I think about it, he may be afraid that someone else will be killed one day." Suspicion arose, and a DNA test revealed that the dead person was actually Jiang Zhu."

Jiang Xun wiped the tombstone clean, patted it with a wry smile, as if facing Jiang Zhu, and liked to fight with him like before.

"You said you, why did you have such a hapless brother? If I were you, I would have the heart to take him away."

Song Yuzhi helped him put the white chrysanthemum in front of the grave, and the two of them looked at Jiang Zhu's blurry photo, feeling a little emotional in their hearts.

"Actually, I have never dared to tell you that before I handled cases recklessly, I always had a dream of being a martyr. In fact, it was because I wanted to be buried here with him forever. He left me when I needed him most, and regretfully Make him an eternity in my heart...at least for the ten years before I knew the truth."

Song Yuzhi persuaded softly: "Okay, it's over."

Jiang Xun smiled wryly and said: "It would be great if it really passed, at least now I don't need to feel sad for this scumbag. Jiang Zhu died nine months after my accident. At that time, I woke up from a coma and accepted After three months of questioning and interrogation, I lived under surveillance every day. I had a mental breakdown. My relatives, friends, and psychiatrists could not help me, and I also resisted their approach. Only Jiang Juan... I can no longer tell which Who was the person who was by my side all the time, maybe it was Jiang Juan."

"You can judge intuitively. When you know that the person who died at that time was Jiang Zhu, who is the first feeling when you recall the past?"

"It's Jiang Juan, he knows a lot of details that only he and I know, it was he who enlightened me to accept the help of a psychiatrist, and helped me get out of the post-traumatic stress state. At that time, I only trusted him. Years ago, he told me that he had to carry out a secret mission, and the details could not be disclosed to anyone, and asked me to wait for him to come back for dinner. At that time, I was very mentally weak, and I regarded him as my reliance, and regarded him as the whole of my world , obedient to him, I made a table of his favorite meals, and wanted to greet the last day of the old year with him, even if I can't taste any taste, I still want to see him eating what I made, showing my favorite food But I waited all night, all night, and at dawn I received a call from Director Cao, who said that Jiang Juan...was going to die soon."

Even now, recalling that period of the past still made him feel so painful that he cried like a child in front of Jiang Zhu's grave.

"I couldn't understand the meaning of those four words. I rushed to the scene numbly and arrived almost at the same time as the ambulance. When I saw him, he was speechless and his neck was cut. One, he hurt his trachea, and it was difficult to breathe. He looked at me as if he was asking for help, and then...he cried, and I hugged him and cried endlessly, and Jiang Juan was there at that time. I hugged his brother and walked into the ambulance, treated that person as him, how I felt when I cried hoarsely, probably because I felt the pleasure of playing with people, how exciting it is to be able to play with close people between the palms of my hands For the sense of accomplishment, maybe I will also be a little angry, angry at why I have been with him for so long, but I still can’t recognize the difference between him and his brother.”

"What kind of reaction did they have at the time?"

"I didn't notice Jiang Juan, I was all focused on Jiang Zhu, seeing me crying so much, he smiled instead, reached out to me for a cigarette, I lit one for him, and then he burned the inside of my wrist with a cigarette butt. I got a scar and died like this. The reason why I can be sure that the person who is alive today is Jiang Juan is because I found the abnormality in the cigarette butt that Jiang lived half-smoked and hid. After comparison, the test results showed that the DNA extracted from the saliva left over from the cigarette butts was not consistent with the cigarette butts Jiang Juan had smoked, and the blood type identification of the saliva spots proved that the dead person was Jiang Zhu."

Song Yuzhi frowned deeply after hearing this, "Why did you let him smoke? The wounded whose throat was cut had difficulty breathing. With your character, you should not allow him to satisfy his bad habit when his life is hanging by a thread."

"What I don't want is that someone persuaded me that he is really dying, so why not fulfill his last wish..."

"Who said that?"

"I can't remember... Maybe it's the doctor on board, or maybe it's Jiang Juan."

Hearing what he said, Song Yuzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and he pinched Jiang Xun's shoulder, "Don't worry, I have a strong hunch, it's unfounded for the time being, so I don't want to talk nonsense, but I think what you're worried about will happen in the near future." Then get the answer."

Jiang Xun didn't understand what he meant, and wanted to ask something, but Song Yuzhi had already pulled him up and walked towards the exit of the cemetery.

"Wait, Xiaoyuzi, what do you mean by that? It's quite clear. How do you know what I'm worried about, and how do you know what the answer I want is?"

Song Yuzhi simply bit his lip, and blocked his mouth with his body, "Be obedient, go say goodbye to Officer Liang and your brothers, then go back to the car and wait for me, I will be back soon."

Jiang Xun was not an easy person to dismiss, and Song Yuzhi was well aware of his temperament, so he took him directly to Lao Liang's grave. Now Jiang Xun followed his way as he wished, and stared at the row of acquaintances with his mouth gritted. Black and white photos of them, bending down to arrange the petals blown by the wind for them.

"Brothers, don't be picky, we don't engage in feudal superstition, we still follow the old rules, don't burn paperwork, civilized sacrifices, and entrust me with a dream if there is anything short, now I am not afraid to see you, come and see more in your dreams I'm fine too, there's a sentence that's too nasty, and I haven't dared to say it all the time, in fact, I... miss you very much, miss you very much..."

Jiang Xun's eyes were red again, and when the wind blew, he dried up.

He knew he couldn't stay for too long, or he would cry and faint here sooner or later, so he simply followed Song Yuzhi's instructions and went back to the car. After waiting for a long time, he didn't see that person come back. His patience was about to run out, and he was about to make a phone call to remind someone, when he saw the grave guard walking out of the cemetery gate with him carrying a pickaxe.

The two said something else before Song Yuzhi said goodbye to him. When he got into the car, Jiang Xun obviously saw something bulging in his pocket. He wanted to ask but couldn't hold back his face, so he waited for the other party to confess.

"If you don't have anywhere to go, go home. You must be hungry. How about going back to make spicy pig's trotters. Seeing that you have lost weight in the past two days, my heart aches like hell."

"Okay, add more chili and pepper to taste, and..."

"Huh? What else."

Jiang Xun propped his chin, pretending to look at the scenery, "You have to eat from the same pot with me, I don't believe in peppers, and I can't pry your mouth open."

Song Yuzhi laughed with a "poof", "Okay, it's all up to you."

But as soon as the two of them returned to the city, Jiang Xun changed his mind again, "Forget it, I'll eat your claws another day. I still want to meet someone today, so I can buy something at the snack street and take it with me."

"Who are you going to see at this late hour?"

"Stop pretending, if you don't go today, you will definitely go to him tomorrow before I do, and want me to eat the rest of your food, just dream!"

Jiang Xun thought to himself, maybe this is called the same bed with different dreams, obviously sleeping on the same bed, but this kid always plays tricks on him, doesn't say anything when he finds out, and always acts without authorization, making him always very passive.

This is because he is getting older and not as irritable as before, otherwise, with his personality, he would definitely strangle this little wolf cub to death.

Song Yuzhi jokingly joked with him, trying to make him happy, neither admitting nor denying it, this attitude made Jiang Xun angry, and when the two of them came out of the snack street smelling of oily smoke, Song Yuzhi asked: "Brother Xun, Liang Where does the police officer live?"

"Don't you kid have hands and eyes, you still need to ask me?"

"Brother Xun, don't lose your temper, are you going to be angry with me all the time..." As he spoke, Song Yuzhi rubbed Jiang Xun aggrievedly, which was enough to dissipate all his anger.

"...Come here, Fu'an District, Hutao Street, Pinghu District. Get in the car, and I will show you the way."

When Lao Liang was alive before, Jiang Xun would run to his house whenever he had nothing to do, and he was very familiar with the route from the Huaxi branch or the city bureau to his house, which was more accurate than navigation. He has never been here again, and he has a somewhat evasive mentality, so that now when he sees this familiar and unfamiliar street, he is filled with emotion.

"There used to be a breakfast shop here, which was run by an old man. He fried fried dough sticks and fried cakes. He served three catties of noodles every day, with a limit of [-] pieces. When he came later, there would be no more. At that time, Lao Zhou also said that his ancestors also Passed on the kung fu of deep-fried dough sticks, and he insisted on making gestures with others, but he became addicted after one bite. He asked me and Lao Liang to bring him food every morning, so that at that time, as long as I lived in Lao Liang’s house, I could afford it. Early morning."

Now the breakfast shop has become a convenience store, and the old people who used to fry fried dough sticks have disappeared into the vast crowd. The old alleys have been renovated several times, and some shops are still in their original state. It is dilapidated, and there are some old and new, but the business is booming but the storefronts that have never been seen before are covered with a halo of new life, like new blood pouring into this old street.

Occasionally seeing a few faces that are familiar, but mature and older than in the impression, so that they are also unfamiliar faces, this makes Jiang Xun feel indescribably sad.

It's sad to think about finding old memories on this street that has changed.

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~

Thanks to brother Xun's little wife, cute, for donating a landmine, thank you for feeding! !