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There is comfort in his voice

Don't look at the little orange and golden cat. It is the time when the body is growing rapidly. It eats a lot and pulls a lot every day.

Li Tian pinched his nose and opened the back cover of the litter box, scooped up a pile of litter with a shovel, shook it, and then threw it into a plastic bag.

Fortunately, poop is not particularly smelly.

After cleaning up the cat litter, he opened the window of Qin Fei's room to get some ventilation.

The moment the window was opened, the original silence in the room came to an abrupt end, and the sound of traffic from the road not far away spread in like a rising tide.

Li Tian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the moonlight was like water, lightly splashed on the wooden floor, and finally covered his ankles.

Li Tian yawned, rubbed his eyes, suddenly felt sleepy, and sat down on Qin Fei's bed.

Ju Youjin skillfully jumped onto the bed, jumped on two steps, and landed on Li Tian's lap.

Qin Fei's bed was neat and clean, and the quilt was neatly folded.There was a black book beside the bed, Li Tian fished it over and found it was "One Hundred Years of Solitude".

Although Li Tian prefers to watch movies, he also reads books occasionally.

He flipped through it casually, and was persuaded to leave by all kinds of long and awkward names in it.

A photo suddenly fell out of the page and landed lightly on the bed sheet.

Li Tian picked it up and saw that the plastic casing of the photo was yellowing, and it was already quite old.

There are four people in the photo, Li Tian recognized two, Zhao Fang and Qin Yi when they were young.

Zhao Fang was wearing a white dress with suspenders and her hair was tied loosely. Qin Yi was wearing camouflage short sleeves and overalls with narrowed feet. Both of them looked at the camera with smiles.

There are also two children in the picture.

The younger one with slender arms and thin legs, with very delicate features and eyes, looked at the camera with his mouth pursed, his expression dull and a little indifferent, and he looked like Qin Fei when he was a child.

The other one looked to be in his teens, tall, not much shorter than Qin Yi, looking at the camera and smiling presumptuously, showing his white teeth.

Li Tian recalled that Qin Fei said that he had an older brother who was seven or eight years older than him, and reckoned that this child should be his older brother.

There is a string of shooting time in the lower right corner of the photo, Li Tian calculated carefully, this photo was actually seven years ago.

He turned the back and saw that someone had written his name on the bottom with a black marker.

Because of the age, the color of the handwriting has already faded a lot, and it was smeared by the fingertips, leaving only a faint streak, like a flock of black birds about to fly away.

It turned out that Qin Fei's elder brother was named Qin Wen.

One penny, one penny.

Ju Youjin suddenly hooked his wrist with her claws, and arched her head into his palm, apparently wanting to be petted.

Just like that, a certain idea just disappeared in Li Tian's mind.

Li Tian smoothed the four corners of the photo, carefully put it back into the book, and put the book back on Qin Fei's bedside.He stroked Tangerine and Gold for a while, and returned to his room after coaxing the cat to sleep.

Qin Fei was sitting on the roof with his family admiring the moon.

It is said to be admiring the moon, but it is actually a group of people sitting and drinking and chatting.

In addition to his grandparents, the family of uncles and aunts also came. Seven or eight people made up two tables with cut moon cakes on the tables.

His grandfather is still ill, and he originally said that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival should be quiet and not disturb the old man's rest, but his grandfather wanted to make it more lively, and said that he wanted to go to the rooftop to watch the moon.

"I don't know how many rounds of the moon I can see, ahem." His grandfather weakly propped himself up and said, "Please do me a favor, let me go and see it once."

He is almost ninety now, and he has many ailments piled up on his body. Although none of them are incurable, he is too old. Every additional ailment is like putting another one on a camel that is about to fall. straw.

Qin Fei's uncle carried him into the wheelchair, covered him with a blanket, pressed the four corners tightly, and then pushed him up to the rooftop.

There is always an endless wind blowing by the sea.

The ups and downs of the tide sounded like the regular breathing of a healthy person, but he panted like a bellows that was about to be scrapped, and every breath took a lot of effort.

But when the bright moon reflected in his cloudy eyes, the corners of his wrinkled mouth pulled out a very shallow smile, and his aging and stiff face became vivid.

"You drink." He gasped and said, "Don't worry about me."

Zhao Fang sighed and said, "Dad, what time are you still letting us drink?"

"I just like to watch you guys having fun, don't worry about me—"

In the middle of speaking, the old man was choked by the wind and coughed, shaking like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

Zhao Fang advised him to go back to bed and lie down, but the old man was very stubborn and shook his head while coughing.

Zhao Fang quickly brought him a cup of hot water. The old man stretched his neck and took a sip slowly like a turtle.

He finally sighed, and said long and slowly: "Let's take a family portrait."

Qin Fei put the phone on the table, adjusted the position, and set a timer to take pictures.

Flashing lights flashed, and the family on the rooftop, the sea breeze and moonlight at that moment were all temporarily stored in the small mobile phone screen.

Qin Fei showed the mobile phone to the old man. The old man stood up and moved closer, but he seemed to be unable to see clearly, and asked Qin Fei to pull the mobile phone away.

Back and forth, he suddenly frowned, poked Qin Fei's phone screen heavily with his withered fingers, and said as if losing his temper: "Where is Qin Yi? Why didn't Qin Yi come back this year?"

Zhao Fang was taken aback for a moment, her nose was slightly sour, and she couldn't help but raise her hands to cover her face.

Old people still have good and bad memories.

He is like a free time traveler, traveling through various time points in the past, meeting people in his memory in his mind.

Zhao Fang couldn't bear to tell the truth again, so she said softly, "He's on a business trip."

After coaxing her for a few times, she finally persuaded the old man and pushed him back to his room to rest.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival was extremely lonely, and everyone was not in the mood to talk. Those who ate mooncakes ate mooncakes, those who answered the phone answered the phone, and those who played with their mobile phones played with their mobile phones.

Before Qin Fei went downstairs, his uncle Zhao Wenqiang called to stop him and asked how he was doing in the new school, Qin Fei said it was okay.

Qin Fei lived in Zhao Wenqiang's house for a while when he was a child, and had a relatively close relationship with them.

Zhao Wenqiang took out a small rectangular box from his clothes pocket and handed it to Qin Fei, and said with a smile: "Uncle didn't know what to buy for you, so I chose a pen, I wish you better grades in the new school building."

He paused, touched the hair on the back of his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "By the way, I think students don't seem to use pens now, and I only remembered after buying them."

Qin Fei thanked: "I will make good use of it."

"Why are you being polite to my uncle?" Zhao Wenqiang patted him on the shoulder, "Remember to go back to Chengdu for the winter vacation. Uncle will drive you to the west of Sichuan. The scenery there is beautiful. I will take you to eat hot pot every day."

Qin Fei smiled, feeling the depression in his heart was blown away by the wind.

"How is life in the new home?" Zhao Wenqiang grabbed a handful of melon seeds for him, "I heard from your mother that the man's family has a child who is about your age. Are you getting along well?"

Qin Fei gave a soft "hmm".

In the early morning of the next day, Qin Fei was awakened by a burst of random footsteps, accompanied by footsteps, and miscellaneous shouts, making a lot of noise.

It turned out that the old man died.In the morning, Zhao Fang wanted to help the old man get up to eat something, but found that she couldn't wake up no matter what, and when she breathed again, her eyes turned red instantly.

When mourning, many relatives he had never met came to the family. Zhao Fang and Zhao Wenqiang endured their grief and entertained the guests.

Pour water, talk, miss, express condolences.

Repeat this process over and over again.

In the evening, the people gradually dispersed, and the seaside returned to calm, leaving only the ruts on the gravel road.

Zhao Fang grabbed the phone, looked at the communication records for a long time, and finally broadcast a number.

"Dad is gone, come back and meet him, he probably wants to see you."

When I went to the funeral home, it started to rain by the sea.

The tide and rain made the space between the sky and the earth damp, and the wind blew the icy air straight into my heart, making it hard to tell what kind of water was sticking to my face.

Although Qin Fei was also sad, this sadness was silent and calm, as if he had expected this moment to come.

It wasn't the first time he'd been to a funeral home, or witnessed a death.

In the funeral parlor, there were several long queues waiting for cremation.

Many people have left this world on this rainy day.

At the last moment when the body was pushed into the cremation furnace, Qin Yi finally rushed to the funeral home.

After driving for nearly five hours, he was tired and embarrassed, his hair was wet and drooping on his forehead, and his trousers were covered with mud.

Qin Fei called Dad, Qin Yi patted him on the shoulder, and walked towards Zhao Fang.

Zhao Fang heard footsteps, raised her head, and the moment she saw the person coming, the tears that had been in her eyes for a long time finally couldn't help but slipped down.

Then, her vision completely blurred.

Qin Yi's heart was also extremely sour.

The moment the metal door of the cremation port was slowly closed, Zhao Fang fell apart like a building block that was knocked down suddenly. Her legs lost strength and she fell to the ground all at once.

Qin Yi and Qin Fei helped her to the seat in the corridor.

Thinking that Zhao Fang hadn't eaten all day, Qin Fei went to the convenience store outside the museum to buy two bowls of instant noodles.

When she came back, she saw Zhao Fang leaning on Qin Yi's shoulder from a distance. Qin Yi wiped the tears on her face with a tissue, and moved cautiously, as if afraid of breaking some precious porcelain.

The long shadows of the two fell on the cold white tiles, and passers-by who came and went in a hurry stepped on the two shadows clinging to each other.

Qin Fei frowned lightly, turned and left.He heard Zhao Fang's hoarse sobs falling behind him and gradually drifting away.

Qin Fei stood for a while in a deserted corridor at the side door of the funeral parlor, listening to the sound of rainwater beating on the eaves, letting his mind wander freely.

His eyes fell on a black funeral car in the distance.

Four or five people in white clothes are getting out of the car.Perhaps there were not enough umbrellas, so they only used umbrellas to cover the people on the carts, while they all stood in the rain, letting the white clothes get dark stains from the rain.

The rain fog all over the sky blurred their vision, making it difficult to see their expressions clearly.

Qin Fei suddenly had a feeling of deja vu.

He did the same many years ago.

As if trying to escape from something, he turned and left alone, wandering like a ghost, as if out of his body, and finally came to a long, empty corridor.

There was no place for his eyes to rest in the corridor, so he could only turn his head to look at the rain outside the house, and also looked at the hurrying pedestrians.

Here, everyone is related to death.

But in this evening moment, he felt that no one was relevant to him.

It wasn't until the skin in his trouser pocket was slightly numb that he realized that his cell phone had been ringing for a long time.

After connecting the phone, Li Tian's clear voice came from the other end of the phone.

Li Tian: "We have an appointment to go to the amusement park tomorrow, do you want to come back early and go with us?"

Qin Fei paused for a while before saying: "I'll forget it, you guys can play."

Li Tian: "What's wrong with your voice?"

It was only then that Qin Fei noticed that his voice was abnormally dry and hoarse, as rough as a stone rubbing against sandpaper.

He swallowed, his throat moistened a little, and said: "It's nothing, my grandfather passed away, so I can't go back."

Li Tianxia gave an "ah" in consciousness, and said "sorry" in apology.

For a while, neither of them spoke again.

There was a silent blank on the phone.

"Let me sing for you." Li Tian said tentatively, "Listening to the song will make you feel better?"

Qin Fei was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, was silent for a while, and said, "Okay."

Still the first unknown good night song.

Li Tian's voice was very soft, clear and long, with a sense of comfort.

His breath was like a fallen leaf, flying erratically into the rain and mist, carrying the trail of the wind.

Qin Fei reached out to catch a drop of rainwater falling from the eaves.

The rain was cold, like tiny needles pricking his palm.

Autumn seems to be coming.