he killed himself

After dinner, after taking care of Feng's mother to sleep, Feng Zhen greeted Aunt Shen and would come back later, so he put on a scarf while the man reminded him to wear more clothes and sent Jiang Yu downstairs. Today, I took my mother to see the flag raising, visited the Forbidden City, and came back to cook and eat together. It's really not ordinary.

"Auntie looks much thinner than in summer."

Feng Zhen's expression was not relaxed, "My third mother, it only took three months from getting cancer to death." Feng Zhen's expression seemed very light, "This is my mother's fourth month, she should be able to live longer."

"If you're short of money..."

"Lack of money and you have no money." Feng Zhen teased this person, "My mother is a family member of the school, and she paid a lot of money for medical insurance. She used to buy health insurance and pension insurance. It is not bad financially. You have Time is worrying about me, why don't you think about how to arrange yourself in the future, are you really going to develop in Beijing?"

"Recently, I've been thinking about this issue. Although Beijing has a preferential treatment policy for returnees, the housing prices here are really unaffordable. You know, my dad often jokes when he sees old friends from Beijing. He has worked hard abroad. It's hard for half a lifetime, and it's not as good as someone else's house price in Beijing rising."

"In recent years, domestic housing prices have risen too much."

"We're doing pretty well. In the early years, our family had some preparations. Looking at those young people born in the 90s who just graduated and went to work in Beijing and Shanghai, the pressure is the greatest." When the two walked out, there was a street full of traffic. The bustling lights are like blood flowing, Dr. Jiang Yu said with emotion, "Sometimes I really feel that these big cities are sucking the youth of generations of young people."

This sentence has always been agreed by Feng Zhen, and he also knows very well that these young people will not go back no matter what.

There are too many young people like this in his clinic. They choose to leave the origin and pursue the distant place, but gradually become people who cannot return to the original point and reach the distant place. Therefore, they will be anxious, panic, and thinking about what they can get and what they want. Confused and even overwhelmed in the midst of giving up, becoming the most easily touched and stinged person at the moment.

"Are you afraid of becoming such a person?" The tall young man expressed his concern for his friend so frankly.

However, Feng really has no choice, so he is not afraid, "I have nothing to be afraid of."

"Do you know how it feels when you see you?"

"What does it feel like?" Feng Zhen wished to hear the details.

Jiang Yu didn't rush to answer, he hummed Cang Hai and laughed out of obsessive-compulsive disorder, completely out of tune, but he was in high spirits, and Feng Zhen didn't have the nerve to correct him.

When the two were about to reach the subway entrance, Jiang Yu bought some pastries for Feng Zhen to take back, and then finished speaking with his eyes bent, "It seems that you came from another world, watching our performance, but it has nothing to do with you relation."

"It's as if I'm not a human being." Feng Zhen looked at the pastries, and couldn't think of who should eat them back, so he wanted to refuse, but Jiang Yu replied, "Maybe you forgot, Feng Zhen used to like it very much." Eat this meat floss cake, but I will help him remember."

"What was Feng Zhen like before?"

"A very nice guy."

"It's unbelievable." Feng Zhen smiled, "I looked at the group photos of the basketball team in the past, and often wondered how bad I was, otherwise why are you a person who can still be called a friend now."

"You are the best person I have ever seen." Jiang Yu looked at him seriously. Perhaps this person's eyes were so calm, but it made Feng Zhen a little uncomfortable, and urged him to get on the subway quickly. When he got home Say.

When Zhou Chen arrived at this intersection, he saw these two people standing facing each other, and the enthusiasm in his heart suddenly became all kinds of emotions, and he couldn't tell the truth.

He just wanted to take a look at this person. It was such a simple need, but at this moment it swelled so much that he couldn't restrain it. He got out of the car, watched the two of them chat and laugh like adult friends, and said goodbye. He stood at Feng Zhenyi and turned around. The place where you can see it, you can say something like a coincidence at that time, but this person didn't turn around.

He seemed to have somewhere else to go, in this almost unfamiliar place.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhou Chen put on his mask and glasses and followed.

With one hand alone, he beat an unknown beat.

He spread his five fingers, as if he could feel the wind flowing between his fingers.

He would pluck the railings and the green plants on the roadside with his fingers, just like plucking the strings of a piano.

He would stop suddenly, not knowing what to look at, nor what to think.

He hopped on a bus that went somewhere he didn't know, and found a seat by the window to stand.

He looked out of the window all the way, his eyes were like a mirror, and all the scenery and lights were swept away without leaving any traces.

His face alternated between lights and shadows without changing mood.

Zhou Chen watched carefully, waiting for the number of people on the car to increase and decrease, until finally only a few of them were left.He suddenly became a little flustered, and even began to imagine what he should do if this person looked back at him at that moment.

It's just obvious that Feng really didn't have this idea. He nodded slightly, as if he was sighing. When the next light and shadow came, the man swallowed deeply, and his eyes had some other light.

Oh, he cried.

For a long time, Zhou Chen almost felt that he was becoming hard-hearted. He judged his lover and lovers who appeared during that time based on material things. Even if he treats Feng Zhen now, he still feels guilty and touched. Some.

However, at this moment, he was almost suffocating - this feeling of pain in his heart was even more uncomfortable than when he looked at the person lying in the hospital bed.

Feng Zhen got off the car by the front door, and he got off by the back door, carefully hiding behind two or three people.

When Feng Zhen got out of the car, he just walked forward. Wherever it was bright, he just walked. He walked through the crowds, the bright lights, and the noise, and finally stopped at the entrance of a clothing store. Not long, I came out in a while and got on the subway.

Zhou Chen didn't follow any further, but took a taxi and drove near Xuanwu Gate. The so-called hell on earth seems to be the same for Feng Zhen.

Funeral is such a simple thing, people who have been related to mourn and remember, if they can hear some words about themselves at the funeral, they will be moved in their hearts, and they will express more love to the parents of this person pity.

Everything here is black, white and gray, with hell and heaven at the same time.

Everyone is so solemn and sad on the surface, hiding all the thoughts in their hearts.

Feng Zhen only knew that the old friend mentioned by his mother had quite a family background, but he did not expect the funeral to be so grand, and some people even read out the achievements of the past. At that time, I specially let my mother be in a position closer to the coffin, so that I could say goodbye to my friends.

After the cremation was over, the relatives came out with the ashes in their arms. Feng Zhen supported his mother and followed the crowd until they were buried in the ground. After everyone left, the mother could approach the tombstone, but she didn't say anything.

Feng Zhen put on a black shawl for his mother and waited for her in the aisle.

There are too many yellow and white flowers here, only the pines and cypresses in the distance are somewhat angry, but in this slightly smoggy winter in Beijing, they are also overwhelmed with a layer of gray tones.

He breathed a sigh of relief, called Lin Tang to say something, and suddenly saw a group of people walking this way.

There were four people in that pedestrian, two young men, a man and a woman, a middle-aged man and an old man, well dressed and walking fast.He gave up his seat in advance, and called Chen Guo to ask how the demo that the partner company gave you was going, and if it was possible to come out a year ago.

"Feng Zhen?" The voice was so soft that Feng Zhen hardly remembered it, he hung up the phone and looked back at the owner of the voice, "It's really you, long time no see, and you haven't come to our place for so many years. "

This occasion was very embarrassing, Feng Zhen looked at the two people as if in a dream, and finally he could only point to his head and smiled, "I'm sorry, sir, I have something wrong here, may I ask you?"

"Erya, this is my younger brother, Erge, you played with him before, forget it, but forget it, Zhou Chen, didn't come with you?"

Feng Zhen and Erge nodded, wondering why Erya mentioned Zhou Chen.

What a smart person Erya is, Zhou Chen hasn't returned to China in recent years, and I've heard that Zhou's family has arranged some kind of blind date, so I can think that the two of them are broken. How could you not be responsible? On the surface, he immediately changed the topic, "I heard that you were working at Chu Yuan's place, so I thought you knew each other. By the way, what are you doing here?"

It was the two elders who drooped their eyes and mourned in silence. Everything was self-evident. However, although the three of them had doubts about the matter of the elders, they didn't say much.

The author has something to say:

The taxi drivers in Jinan are really nice and talkative! ! !