Dead after eight years [rebirth]

Mr. Dou's book is about night, and the book signing meeting is even set to start at [-] o'clock according to the occasion.

Dou Shuyi's reputation was so great that some people even drove thousands of miles to participate in the signing, and traffic jams started one street away from the Peace Hotel.

Cheng Shuibei shuttled through the crowded road with the apple in his arms.

800 meters, 600 meters, 400 meters, 300 meters, 200 meters...

At a distance of 100 meters, Cheng Shuibei smelled the choking smell of smoke.Not far away, the traffic police blew their whistles to instruct passing vehicles to evade.

The fire that burned for a full six hours finally ignited in the winter night of 2005.

In 2005, a fire broke out in the store room of the Peace Hotel, and the door to the auditorium lounge, which was separated by a wall, was accidentally locked. Two people were killed in the flames.

The apple hurt his chest, and Cheng Shuibei put the red fruit, which was endowed with a symbol of peace by people, on the passing bench, took off his cotton jacket, walked through the evacuated crowd, and walked in the direction of the hotel.

In Zhang Cian's study, Cheng Shuibei saw the floor plan of the Peace Hotel.Because Professor Zhang has trouble sleeping, he studies this picture.

If the person in charge of the fire department found out early, if the road was not blocked and the fire truck arrived in time, if the door could be opened easily... There are many ifs in this world that cannot be repeated, and Zhang Ci'an has been grinded into Professor Zhang.

Cheng Shuibei closed his eyes to recall the details, determined the route as quickly as possible, and then rushed to the third floor.

Go straight, turn left, open the window at the end of the corridor, jump onto the platform of the outdoor unit of the air conditioner, turn over and jump into the lounge.

Cheng Shuibei had rehearsed this path countless times in his mind, but now it was filled with smoke.He held his breath and made it safely outside the building.

In addition to the broken door in the lounge, there are also windows.

Cheng Shuibei slapped the glass and shouted "Aunt Dou", but no one in the room responded to him.

Could it be that he was suffocated, Cheng Shuibei didn't dare to think about it.When putting the apples in, a rock that Cheng Shuibei put in his pocket as a precautionary measure played a role.

Cheng Shuibei picked up the sharp-edged stone and smashed it towards the edge of the glass like a survival hammer.

Crash.The glass shattered, half of it fell into the window, and half of it fell on Cheng Shuibei's body.

Cheng Shuibei didn't bother to check his situation, so he quickly turned over and entered the room.

During the time when Cheng Shuibei broke the window, more and more thick smoke escaped from the storage room separated by a wall.Cheng Shuibei could barely open his eyes, he coughed and shouted while searching: "Aunt Dou, where are you, Aunt Dou?"

The only answer to him was a faint fire.

He came in in a hurry, there were no wet towels or fire blankets, so Cheng Shuibei bent down and endured while searching for rescue.

He wants to rescue the people trapped here more than Zhang Ci'an.

With a headache and a sore throat, Cheng Shuibei still didn't give up until he saw the figure hiding behind the sunshade curtain.

"Aunt Dou, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you. Zhang Ci'an called me to save you!"

Cheng Shuibei staggered towards there, but when he opened the heavy curtain, the person behind him was not Dou Shuyi.

An obese young man had been poisoned and suffocated due to inhalation of too much smoke, and he lay unconscious in a corner. Cheng Shuibei didn't see him because he was covered by curtains.

It's not Aunt Dou, did he go wrong?

Impossible, Cheng Shuibei insists that this is the room where Zhang Ci'an's mother was trapped, because the five-pointed star marked here on the floor plan has been traced a thousand times, and the pen marks see through the paper.

Cheng Shuibei dragged the trapped man to the window and leaned halfway, then jumped to the platform outside and slowly moved him over.

The fat man was too heavy, and Cheng Shuibei worked hard for a long time before moving him to a safe place.

The fire siren blew a long whistle, and Cheng Shuibei restrained him with the torn curtain to ensure that the fat man would not fall, and then jumped back to the room filled with smoke alone.

He didn't spare every corner of the room, even rummaged through the closet, but still found nothing.

The smoke was overwhelming, and Cheng Shuibei's heart beat faster and faster.Maybe it's different this time, maybe Aunt Dou didn't come, Cheng Shuibei was full of hope, and finally gave up the search and rescue, and went back out of the window.

The platform was narrow, and Cheng Shuibei had to hold the fat man with both hands to ensure that neither of them would be caught by the thick smoke from the window, but in this way they were in danger of falling down at any time.

The corridor where he came here was also full of thick smoke and flames at the moment, Cheng Shuibei had already been cut off and could not go back the same way, so he had to stay outside the window and wait for someone to come to rescue him.

You won't die if you jump from a height of three floors. Cheng Shuibei has skipped the eighth floor, and he has no fear of this height.He pulled the young man, his legs curled up, like an ant struggling with food.

Fortunately, the air outside was better than that in the house. With Cheng Shuibei's efforts, the fat man gradually showed signs of waking up.

Finally, the man woke up coughing.

Cheng Shuibei anxiously grabbed his shoulder and asked, "Where is Teacher Dou, where is Teacher Dou?"

"Ahem..." The man struggled to remember, but was pushed back by Cheng Shuibei.

"It's too high here, don't move around, answer me first, is Teacher Dou Shuyi in the hotel?"

Cheng Shuibei was scared after asking, he was afraid of hearing the answer, he was afraid that Zhang Ci'an's nightmare would not be saved.

Under Cheng Shuibei's expectant and fearful eyes, the fat man waved his hand.

"Teacher Dou has something to do temporarily, the signing will be postponed."

The signing will be postponed, and Aunt Dou hasn't come yet. Only Fatty is trapped in this fire, and Zhang Ci'an's nightmare will never happen again.

Cheng Shuibei's hanging heart fell, and he raised his head and said to himself, "I'll just say, how could the tragedy happen again."

Unknowingly, a tear flowed from the corner of his eye, crawled across his face blackened by the smoke, and fell between Cheng Shuibei's lips, a bit bitter.

During the time waiting for rescue, Cheng Shuibei was afraid that the fat man would faint again, so he kept asking questions and talking to him.Fatty said his surname was Hou, and he was an assistant to the makeup artist arranged by the organizer of the signing. Teacher Dou said he would be late, so the makeup teacher asked him to come and pack his things first, but he was trapped inside.

After the two chatted for more than ten minutes, the fire truck finally rushed to the scene through layers of traffic, and the search and rescue personnel set up a tall mechanical long arm to bring the two back to the ground.

When Cheng Shuibei got the news that no one was trapped inside, the tension in his heart finally let go, and he collapsed on the body of the ambulance personnel.

Xiao Hou was fainted by Xun, and his arms and legs were also injured, so he was taken to the hospital by ambulance.

Cheng Shuibei's situation was not much better. His hand was punctured by glass, his face was painted, and his elbow was wounded by a fall on the way here.

The medical staff at the scene immediately cleaned the wound and bandaged him. When the emergency personnel went to get the bandage, Cheng Shuibei regained some courage and prepared to slip away with his hands that were finished with the medicine when he was not prepared.But within a few steps, he bumped into someone.

Zhang Ci'an once again appeared in front of him like a shadow, and with all his strength, grabbed his wrist to escort him back to the medical office.

"What are you doing? No need, I'm a little injured."

But no matter how Cheng Shuibei argued, Zhang Ci'an refused to let go, so Cheng Shuibei had to compromise, and was honestly watched and bandaged, bandages and gauze were wrapped around and around, and his palms were wrapped into rice dumplings.

Cheng Shuibei's face was full of displeasure. He didn't understand how a child could have such great strength, and it would torture him even 16 years later.

"It's finished, can I go?" Cheng Shuibei dangled the "zongzi" in front of Zhang Cian's eyes, trying to persuade the young man to let go of the hand on his shoulder.

But Zhang Ci'an didn't.

Zhang Ci'an pursed his lips, the redness at the corners of his eyes seemed to be anger, but also seemed to be wronged.

Zhang Ci'an grabbed Cheng Shuibei's hand, and called out his name word by word: "Cheng Shuibei, do you think it's my mother trapped inside?"

His voice trembled slightly, like a string that might snap at any moment.

Cheng Shuibei froze inexplicably, he didn't dare to look into Zhang Cian's eyes, and turned his head to hide, but Zhang Cian stretched out his other hand, pressing his cold fingers against his cheek, forcing him to look at him.

The two were too close, and Cheng Shuibei heard the breathing sound he heard in the hotel on the day of rebirth: "Cheng Shuibei, how many lives do you have to die, if you can't do it once, do you have to do it again?"

He raised his head in astonishment, his eyes met Zhang Cian's, and then he froze.

If it doesn't work once, do it again.He had died only once in all.

The fire burned the sky.It turns out that not only Cheng Shuibei is Cheng Shuibei 16 years later, Zhang Ci'an is also Zhang Ci'an 16 years later.

Why did he stay to repeat the study, why did he hear such a big reaction on the eighth floor? Cheng Shuibei's many questions about Zhang Ci'an were answered at this moment.

Cheng Shuibei broke free from his wrist and touched the scar on the back of his neck.Under Cheng Wenqiu's care, the wound there healed very well, leaving only a shallow mark, which can only be felt by touching it carefully with hands.

It has been half a year, and in the past six months, he has been self-righteous, thinking that he can escape.

Fate proved to him that just like this fire that should exist, there are some people and some things that he cannot avoid.

Cheng Shuibei didn't answer Zhang Ci'an's question, he tried his best to raise his head and smiled, and pointed to the distance: "I still have something to take, I'll go over there."

The medical staff were busy bandaging other injured people, and Cheng Shuibei finally slipped out smoothly.

There are not a few safe fruits in the plastic bag, and they still look like they have been knocked after falling down, and the gaps are a little oxidized and yellowed.

Ping An Guo Ping An Guo, the broken apple may have warded off disaster for Aunt Dou and kept her safe.

Cheng Shuibei was exhausted and collapsed on the bench, allowing Zhang Ci'an to follow and sit beside him.

An apple can be eaten even if it is broken. Cheng Shuibei took out the most damaged one, wiped it with the lining of the cotton jacket, and started to eat it.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Cian bowed his head to apologize, put his arms on his legs, and clasped his hands in front of his forehead, as if praying.

Cheng Shuibei didn't understand what his "I'm sorry" was for, whether he just lost his temper with him in this time and space, or he forgot his birthday before he died, Xiao Cheng didn't care about it.

How nice it is to be alive and still be able to eat apples.

"When did you recognize me?" Cheng Shuibei asked while taking a big bite of an apple.

Zhang Ci'an asked him so firmly just now, he must have made a decision long ago.

Just after asking, he regretted it.Chasing after Linjiang Bieyuan to persuade people to study and become professors, he has already been full of loopholes.

Cheng Shuibei clenched his fists and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"What I left Cheng Nan is my home phone number." Zhang Ci'an explained.

And Cheng Shuibei dialed Zhang Ci'an's cell phone number out of desperation.

The big red apples specially offered for the festival were not good except for their good looks. The flesh in Cheng Shuibei's mouth became more and more astringent, and it was almost hard to swallow. But for the sake of the word "safety", he ate everything and finished one of them. , just take another one.

"Are you dead too?" Cheng Shuibei tilted his head and asked, "Zhang Ci'an, did you also come here after you died?"

He died by jumping off a building, so how did Zhang Ci'an choose to leave, and for whom did he choose to leave?

Zhang Ci'an shook his head: "No."

It's good if you don't die.A good person should live a long life, and only a bad person will live forever.

Cheng Shuibei didn't look carefully when he was picking the apple. The one in his hand looked very red, but in fact there was a small bug eye at the bottom.He said hello to the big brother worm in the fruit core, and with a flick of his finger, he sent the worm to the west.

"That's pretty good, it's best to be alive... well, live well, don't jump off the building like me."

"After I die, no one will talk about you in the school. Your project has been approved, and the new dean has not made things difficult for you. Are Xiao Wang and Xiao Li in your laboratory together? The little Wang who said he was seldom, it’s not that he is seldom, he is afraid of you, but he is warm to me. The gas bill at home should be paid, and the property has been urged several times. Forget it, you don’t cook. Feel free to not hand it over..." Cheng Shuibei bit the apple one bite at a time, and said something that didn't require anyone to answer, one sentence after another.

He always thought that he had lost sight of the fetters of his previous life, but the moment he met Zhang Ci'an's eyes, even the greedy white cat in the neighborhood ran into his mind and made trouble.

Zhang Ci'an lowered his head and listened quietly to what he said, and only when Cheng Shuibei bent down to get the third apple did he interject: "Xiaobei, I bought butterfly cakes."

Cheng Shuibei was temporarily interested when he saw a butterfly. It turned out that Professor Zhang really condescended to buy it.

"Haha, I don't like this one anymore. I like Uncle Cheng's pumpkin buns, I like the tofu skewers at Cheng Nan's school gate, and I also like half-cooked instant noodles that are soft and hard." Cheng Shuibei ate the apple, as if He really likes the new and dislikes the old, and forgot the butterfly cake.

Cheng Shuibei took the apple too much, and the bandage on one hand came loose. He didn't notice it himself, but after Zhang Ci'an found out, he took his hand and carefully tied it up again.

The long-lost tenderness and intimacy made Cheng Shuibei a little uncomfortable.

These days, he has gotten used to Zhang Ci'an being a young man, occasionally visiting Cheng Nan, he only worries about his studies every day, and is not tired of him.

Cheng Shuibei gently pulled the "zongzi" away from Zhang Cian's hand, holding the apple tightly with two injured paws, for fear of being caught by Zhang Cian again.

And after that sentence of Butterfly Crisp, Zhang Ci'an didn't speak again.

The night was silent and relatively speechless.They just kept bubbling and sitting like this, the fire trucks came and went, the crowd dispersed into clouds, and the white teeth and crescents climbed up the branches.

After a long time, Cheng Shuibei broke the silence when he remembered something important: "Where's Aunt Dou?"

"Uncle En sent her back, you don't have to worry, my father is with her, she will be fine." Zhang Ci'an folded his hands on his knees, his left hand grasped the wrist of his right hand, his fair neck was exposed in the night.

Cheng Shuibei remembered that he also took a bite here.

"That's good," he breathed a sigh of relief, took out the fourth apple from his pocket and gnawed on it, and asked as he gnawed, "Where's Mrs. Shao?"

He hadn't cared about He Mingsui's mother for a long time. He didn't want to recall that small building, nor did he want to recall other people's homes.Since it is He Mingsui's dream to be Mrs. Shao, Cheng Shuibei is willing to be an adult.

Zhang Ci'an seemed surprised by the address in his question, and after a long pause, he answered, "It's pretty good, she carried Shao He out last time, and played with Niu Niu for a while."

As long as it's okay, otherwise Cheng Nan would be sad.

Cheng Shuibei thought of his brother, turned to look at Zhang Ci'an: "Where's my brother?"

He could finally call his brother openly in front of others.

"He's at my house, with my parents. Don't worry, it's fine."

After Zhang Ci'an finished talking about everyone's situation, he would add "you're fine." Everyone knew that Cheng Shuibei couldn't be relieved.

If he was at ease, he would not rush into the flames, nor would he push Zhang Ci'an away.

"It's okay, it's okay."

After a few conversations, there was silence again, only the sound of Cheng Shuibei eating an apple could be heard.

He ate very carefully, as if eating these rotten apples that ward off disasters, those people would really be safe.

On Christmas Eve, except for the ruins after the fire here, there should be happy people in the lights in the distance.

The bench is not big, but the two of them are far apart on one side. If Cheng Nan comes over, they can squeeze in.

Winter is a season of silence, with withered leaves and sluggish grass, Cheng Shuibei looked up to see the scenery, but there was only devastation.

The bell at twelve o'clock in the distant Drum Tower reminds us that the New Year is coming for foreigners.

He also ate the last apple, Cheng Shuibei burped, patted his buttocks and prepared to leave.

"It's twelve o'clock, Merry Christmas Professor Zhang, I should go back and take care of my dad."

The moment he got up, he saw a gleam of light flashing from the corner of Zhang Cian's eyes.

The crying sound of breathing came again, and Zhang Ci'an looked up at him in the threatening night wind.

"Cheng Shuibei, why don't you ask me if I'm okay?"

How could he have a bad life, Cheng Shuibei thought, Zhang Ci'an is the proud son of heaven, even if he is at the mercy of fate like him, he is also a rich young master in the east, so he doesn't have to roll in the mud.

"Then how are you doing?" Cheng Shuibei followed his words and asked, he understood that this was not what Zhang Ci'an wanted to hear, but he didn't know how to answer.

Zhang Ci'an walked around in front of him, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and said word by word: "Not good."

He seldom expresses his emotions and thoughts so bluntly.In the past, Cheng Shuibei could easily detect the slightest change in his expression and take it to heart. He didn't need to express it, and he rarely expressed it.

He was not only Zhang Cian who chased after the west of the city to take responsibility, but also Zhang Cian who faced the news of Cheng Shuibei's death and the bouquet of long-lived flowers alone in his previous life.

Cheng Shuibei was not used to his appearance.

"Cheng Shuibei, I'm not having a good time. Every day I have dreams. I dream of you jumping off a tall building, and dream of you lying on the ground cold. Don't you want to eat butterfly cakes? Don't you want to wait for me to come back for my birthday?" , Don’t you want to stand beside me openly, you left marks on me, why did you leave me behind.” Zhang Ci’an grabbed his hand and touched his neck, his voice was almost trembling.

"Cheng Shuibei, you left me behind." Zhang Ci'an repeated in a low voice, his voice sounded like weeping.

That day he chased to the west of the city and finally met the person he wanted to see, but he didn't know a word when he waited.Don't know him if you don't know him, Zhang Ci'an is willing to get to know him again.

But Cheng Shuibei didn't give him a chance.

Cheng Shuibei had never seen Zhang Cian cry, nor had he seen Zhang Cian lose his composure like this.He almost couldn't help but want to hug him, but the bandages in mid-air dazzled his eyes.

he can not.

"Oh."

Cheng Shuibei didn't respond. He didn't want to hear Zhang Ci'an's complaints, so he wanted to go back to his family.

An indescribable look of disappointment appeared on Zhang Ci'an's face. His slender hand, which had held chalk and tied a bow tie, was grabbing the corner of Cheng Shuibei's padded jacket that had been scorched out of the hole by the fire.

"Xiaobei..."

Cheng Shuibei's heart was also grabbed by others.He actually had a lot of things to ask in his heart, such as whether Zhang Cian received the bouquet of flowers after he died, such as where Zhang Cian buried him, and whether Zhang Cian felt sorry for him, but he couldn't ask anything.

It's better to be like before, journey to journey, chapter to chapter, one to go to university, one to sell newspapers.In this way, there will be no more Cheng Shuibei's school entrance feast, and there will be no more Zhang Ci'an who lost his mother.

"I should go, Professor Zhang, goodbye!"

Cheng Shuibei leaned slightly, and gently shook off his clothes from Zhang Cian's hands, then walked past him, walking peacefully towards his Christmas Eve.

From the Peace Hotel to the People's Hospital, Cheng Shuibei walked for an hour and arrived at the place at nearly two o'clock in the morning.

The ward building was empty, only the nurse's station was still lit with dim lights.

Cheng Shuibei tiptoed back to the ward.

It's two o'clock now, and he can take a nap on the floor for three or four hours, which is enough.

But Cheng Shuibei pushed open the door, and the moonlight slanted through the window lattice and shone on the flat and clean white sheets.

Cheng Wenqiu was not in the room.

Go to the bathroom?Cheng Shuibei went to the bathroom again, but no one was found.

The nurse on duty flipped through the notebook and told Cheng Shuibei that Cheng Wenqiu applied for temporary discharge at [-]:[-] p.m. and went home to pick up his things.

At five o'clock, Cheng Shuibei was still at the newsstand, but he didn't see his father passing there to go home.

Anxiety and panic reappeared in Cheng Shuibei's chest again.Just like the fire, it burned indistinctly.

Cheng Shuibei went downstairs and rode on his little electric donkey, and walked all the way home.

But the small courtyard of the Cheng family was still empty.

Cheng Wenqiu's unfinished bottles and cans were placed on the table in the main room, and Cheng Nan's scattered old toys were in front of the TV.

After zero o'clock, December 12th on the electronic perpetual calendar on the wall is dazzlingly red.

In the middle of the night, where can dad go? Is brother okay? Is Zhang Ci'an okay?

Cheng Shuibei was a little surprised, at this moment he would still think of Zhang Cian, his subconscious betrayed him.Some things cannot be avoided, and some people cannot avoid them in their hearts.

Cheng Shuibei grabbed the phone at hand and called Zhang Cian. The bell just rang, and someone answered it soon.

"Hello, Xiaobei?" Zhang Ci'an's slightly tired voice came from the other end of the phone. It was so late and he was still awake.

Hearing his voice, Cheng Shuibei was inexplicably relieved: "It's me, is Cheng Nan okay with you?"

There was a sound of walking on the phone, Zhang Ci'an seemed to have entered another room, and replied softly: "He is sleeping. Xiaobei, what's wrong with you?"

"My dad is gone, did he go to your place to look for my brother?" Cheng Shuibei asked anxiously.

And only in front of Zhang Ci'an, can he call his father and brother that way without any scruple.

Zhang Ci'an quickly adapted to the change of Cheng Shuibei's address. He walked out of Cheng Nan's sleeping room to the corridor and softly comforted Cheng Shuibei: "Xiaobei, don't panic. Where are you now? I'll go there right away. You can ask the neighbors if they know. Think about where Uncle Cheng might go.

Cheng Shuibei hung up the phone and hurried to knock on the door next door. The eldest brother who sent Cheng Nan to the hospital with him last time opened the door in a coat.

"No, there is no movement in your family today." The eldest brother answered his question.

Dad disappeared, and Cheng Shuibei panicked and hurriedly dragged him to explain the reason. The kind elder brother woke up his family and called people from several nearby houses. A group of people went out in a mighty way to look for Cheng Wenqiu.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Ci'an arrived at Cheng's house, still wearing the same clothes outside the Peace Hotel.

When Zhang Ci'an walked over, he spread his arms slightly, as if he wanted to hug Cheng Shuibei, but after hesitating, he lowered them and patted Cheng Shuibei's back with one palm instead.

"It's okay, uncle may just go out to relax. Xiaobei, I'll drive you to look for it."

Zhang Ci'an's voice seemed to give Cheng Shuibei a reassurance.In the past few years, as long as Professor Zhang is around, Cheng Shuibei will have unlimited motivation to move forward and a smooth future.

It will be fine this time too.

It was too late and Uncle En didn't come, so Zhang Ci'an drove Cheng Shuibei around the small city of Jiangshuo by himself.

The newsstand was empty.Before Cheng Wenqiu was hospitalized, he wanted to add a windshield to the door, but Cheng Shuibei didn't think it was too much trouble.

There is no one in the vegetable market.When Cheng Wenqiu was in good health, he would get up early in the morning and go to the vegetable market to help the vegetable market carry things. He carried dozens of catties of vegetables on his shoulders, and he could earn ten yuan for a whole morning of hard work.

There is no one in the small park.In the evening, there will be people dancing and boxing with loudspeakers, and you can have a special person guide you as long as you pay [-] cents.Cheng Wenqiu didn't want to part with it, so he secretly followed behind the flower bed to practice, and the wild horse's mane was always in vain.

Cheng Shuibei drove around and searched all the places he could go. Zhang Cian's car ran out of gas and had to stop to refuel.

Zhang Ci'an got out of the car to call the attendant at the gas station, and Cheng Shuibei leaned on the seat with his eyes closed.

He is too tired.

First Aunt Dou, then Zhang Ci'an, and then it was Dad's turn.Cheng Shuibei almost thought that the calmness of the past few months was just a dream, a joke made by God, otherwise how could he have fallen off the cliff overnight?

After refueling, Zhang Ci'an returned to the car, and did not rush to start the car, but just looked at Cheng Shuibei quietly.

Under the night, Cheng Shuibei curled up into a ball, his fingers tightly grasping the seat belt, like a frightened little animal.

Just like before he jumped from the eighth floor.

"Xiaobei, drink some milk. Don't worry, I have already called the police, and I can always find it." Zhang Cian handed over the warm milk in his hand, and Cheng Shuibei remained the same, not even when Zhang Cian touched his finger A slight reaction.

Zhang Ci'an picked up his cold hand, carefully avoiding bandages and wounds, held it on his chest and rubbed it repeatedly. "It's okay, bad things won't happen again, I'll take you home and rest first, okay?"

Back home, Cheng Shuibei heard these two words.When Dad left the hospital, the reason for staying was to go home.

Cheng Shuibei suddenly had a reaction, he grabbed Zhang Ci'an's sleeve and said eagerly: "Go to the hospital, maybe my dad has already gone back."

He pressed Zhang Ci'an's hand on the steering wheel, and urged, "Hurry up and drive."

It seemed that he would not see his father any second later.

Zhang Cian agreed without hesitation, helped him up and drove back to the hospital.

At six o'clock in the winter morning, when the sky was about to break dawn, Cheng Shuibei hurried back to the ward and pushed open the door.

Inside, it was still empty.

Cheng Shuibei almost couldn't stand up, but thanks to Zhang Ci'an who was following behind, he moved quickly and supported him.

"You go to bed and lie down for a while, and I'll figure out a way." Cheng Shuibei was helped to the edge of the hospital bed, the cold white sheets no longer had his father's body temperature.

He lay down obediently, but bounced up again a moment later.

There is something under the pillow.

Cheng Shuibei found a red notebook and a letter from under the pillow.

After working all night, the wound on Xiao Cheng's hand opened again, and the blood leaked out from the gauze, almost staining the letter paper red.

Cheng Shuibei grabbed Zhang Cian's arm with one hand, and carefully unfolded the envelope with the other hand.

At the beginning of the letter, his name was written.

"Dear Xiaobei, this letter is for you, Xiaonan is still young, please don't let him see it.

Xiaobei, you have been at our house for five months. During these five months, we have been together day and night, and Uncle Cheng always feels that there is an indescribable connection with you.Probably because your eyebrows and eyes are too similar to when I was young. If it wasn't for the wrong age, I would almost think that you are also my son.If possible, I hope we are a family, get together and depend on each other, and never be separated.

Without further ado, I hope it will be dawn when you find this letter, for that would mean that I have left.I have already arranged everything else, the only thing I am worried about is you and Xiaonan.In the passbook was the 30 yuan left by Cheng Nan's mother, enough for him to go to college.Xiao Bei, Uncle Cheng has an unfeeling request and wants you to take care of Xiao Nan.Before you came, I was the only sick bastard in the small courtyard. After you came, I saw Xiao Nan who was alive and kicking and would talk back.If you don't want to, you can also send Xiao Nan back to his mother. I wrote the address on the back of the letter.

I have a lot to say about Xiaonan, but the more I say, the more afraid he will miss me, time will dilute everything, I hope he doesn't remember that he has a father who can't do anything like me.

Xiaobei, the following words are for you.

When I saw you for the first time, I saw familiar things in your eyes, the same despair and lifelessness.I'm so glad that this stuff of yours is gone now.Cheng Nan told me that you told him that to live is to be brave, but I'm sorry, Uncle Cheng is not a great and brave person.I want to be a coward and get away from everything in the world.

A long time ago, I wanted to leave, and now the day has finally come.So don't feel sorry for me, some people will leave early, Uncle Cheng doesn't want you to go back to the day we first met.

Before hospitalization, the staff of the census came, I have reported your information, and your account has been completed.After I leave, you will be the head of the household, take good care of Xiaonan.

Talk too much, don't be sad for me, look out the window, the sun has risen, spring will come soon.

———————— Cheng Wenqiu’s last pen. "

In addition to the account book and passbook, there are two insurance policies from three years ago, and the beneficiaries are both Cheng Nan.

The sun rose outside the window, and the morning light fell on the letter paper. The word "Autumn" flashed and disappeared in a hurry.

The phone rang, and the police station called. Cheng Wenqiu's body was salvaged in the Yunjiang River, and the time of death was around one o'clock in the morning.

When Dou Shuyi left in her previous life, Cheng Wenqiu chose to jump into the river.

Cheng Wenqiu's funeral was held without any disturbance.Cheng Shuibei brought back his father's body from the police station and sent it to the funeral home. His whole body was already swollen from blisters, and he was cremated after a simple farewell ceremony.

Cheng Shuibei thought he would cry bitterly, but he didn't shed a single tear when he saw his father lying motionless and completely changed.

In the face of great sorrow, people will lose the ability to cry.

When Cheng Wenqiu died in his previous life, Cheng Shuibei was still in elementary school, and He Mingsui did not tell him the cause of his father's death.Over the years, he always thought that his father died of a serious illness, so after coming back, he went out early and returned late to earn money desperately to cure his father's illness and change his fate.

But what a twist of fate, he was able to save Dou Shuyi, but Cheng Wenqiu left on the eve of recovery.

In the winter night of 2005, at the same time point, there is still a person who will sleep forever.

Some people say that people who are drowned in water will be reincarnated with cold hands in their next life.Cheng Shuibei didn't know whether the high temperature of the cremation furnace could burn his father's severe cold all his life.

Cheng Wenqiu passed away, and only one person came to his hometown, who claimed to be Cheng Wenqiu's elder brother and Cheng Nan's uncle, and wanted to take Cheng Nan, who was still holding the columbarium, back to the countryside.

After Cheng Wenqiu's death in the previous life, He Mingsui originally promised to take Cheng Nan home, but Cheng Nan had already followed his uncle back to his hometown.The uncle had his own children at home, and Cheng Nan didn't get much care when he went back. Instead, he had to work underground from time to time, and suffered a lot that he shouldn't have to suffer.

It was in that poor hometown that Cheng Nan wanted to come back to find his younger brother, but was turned into a mountain valley while hiking.

Cheng Shuibei would not allow tragedies to happen again, so when the uncle who drove Cheng Wenqiu out of the house and didn't give them any love at all proposed to take Cheng Nan back to his roots, he broke out for the first time.

Cheng Shuibei picked up the broom in the corner of the funeral parlor, and drove the so-called uncle away broom after broom.

Going back to his hometown is Cheng Shannan, and going to Shao's is Cheng Shuibei. He doesn't want his brother to go either way.

The small urn was so light that one wondered if it could hold a person's life. Cheng Shuibei held it and handed it to Cheng Nan.

With his fingers, he wiped away the wet tears on his brother's face, and then hugged Cheng Nan tightly.

"I, there is no... Dad anymore." Cheng Nan choked up, because of crying for a long time, he could no longer speak coherently.

Cheng Shuibei's tears finally came out of his eyes after hearing these words.

Yeah, they don't have a dad anymore.

"You still have me." Cheng Shuibei hid behind Cheng Nan's back, rubbing away the tears from the corners of his eyes with the palm of his injured hand that hadn't fully healed.

Cheng Wenqiu still had some affairs to deal with behind the scenes, Cheng Shuibei sent his brother to Zhang Ci'an's car waiting outside, and told them to go home first.

He took his household registration booklet, his father's ID card, and his cremation certificate to the police station to cancel his account.

The little red book with Cheng Wenqiu, the head of the household, was taken away, and replaced by a household registration book with Cheng Shuibei's name written on the front page.Cheng Wenqiu was thinking about others until his death, thinking about Cheng Shuibei's many difficulties as a black household, and did one last thing for him.

A corner of Dad's ID card was cut off, and Cheng Shuibei put it in the padded jacket and kept it on his chest forever.

He took a photo and supplemented the information. In another month, Cheng Shuibei will have an ID card proving his existence in this world.

After being tired for a few days, Cheng Shuibei just wanted to have a good sleep.

He walked towards the west of the city in the twilight, towards the small courtyard where there were only him and Cheng Nan.

But fate was destined not to give him a safe night. Before he got home, Cheng Shuibei heard the sound of arguing from the direction of his home at the entrance of the alley.

An aunt who was so fat that her flesh was piled up to her neck stood at the door of Cheng's small courtyard and yelled.

This is their landlord, a fat woman who came to collect rent at the end of the year when she was a child. It was a matter of course to collect rent, but she was not clean when she came back.Once she came, father and mother would quarrel once, and Cheng Wenqiu would squat at the door feeling sad that he could not bring a good life to his family, and felt sad for a long time.

Cheng Shuibei rushed over and pushed the woman who was getting closer to his brother away.

"What's going on?" Cheng Shuibei turned around to protect Cheng Nan, and asked Zhang Ci'an who was beside him.

Zhang Ci'an rolled up his sleeves, with blue veins on his arms: "She listened to