There's a gust of wind coming from the south

This night, Shen Shi was in charge of keeping watch.After tonight, heaven and man will be separated forever.

Nanfeng managed to coax Xiaotu to sleep, but she didn't sleep well, and she kept frowning in her dream.

"Xiaojun, Xiaodao, help me watch Xiaotu for a while." Nanfeng got up, put on a Shenshi coat and pushed open the door, "I'll go and see him."

"Okay, you go." Zuo Xiaodao nodded, and after Nan Feng left, he closed the door softly and sat back on the sofa.

"Hey, brother Xiaodao." Feng Xiaojun touched Zuo Xiaodao with his elbow, "I heard that your school is very strict, how did you ask for leave?"

Zuo Xiaodao glanced at Feng Xiaojun: "What about you?"

Feng Xiaojun rubbed his nose: "I didn't invite you, let's talk about it when we go back."

Zuo Xiaodao sneered: "You are brother."

Feng Xiaojun opened the refrigerator door of Shen Shi's house, saw that there was beer in it, took out two cans, and threw one bottle to Zuo Xiaodao.

"Don't mess with other people's things?"

"It's okay! Brother Shi is not an outsider." Feng Xiaojun pulled the ring, took a few mouthfuls of anger, and sighed freely.

Feng Xiaojun: "Hey, if you want me to say that Brother Shi and Brother Nanfeng are definitely real brothers. I have seen too many bastards who stabbed you in the back. They treat each other like this. It's really rare!"

"You have seen a lot."

Feng Xiaojun raised the beer can and touched Zuo Xiaodao's wine can, and grabbed him by the shoulder: "Don't worry, the friend you Xiaojun firmly believes in will be with you for the rest of your life. You If something goes wrong someday, I will do my best for you!"

"Thank you, take care of yourself first." Zuo Xiaodao knocked off Feng Xiaojun's arm with a wave, and took a sip of his wine.

Feng Xiaojun, a rough boy like this, couldn't see it, but Zuo Xiaodao noticed it.Today in the mourning hall, the way Nanfeng looked at Shen Shi was definitely not what Feng Xiaojun said, he was just a brother.

Zuo Xiaodao understood that state and could not be wrong.

He raised his mouth and drank the beer in the can.

"Brother Xiaodao, what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Zuo Xiaodao casually threw the beer can to Feng Xiaojun.

"Throw it for me, Brother Xiaojun."

……

Nanfeng took a taxi from the old city to the funeral parlor in Hexi, where he was paid a large sum.He didn't want to bargain with people now, so he sent the driver away.

In the mourning hall, apart from the sweet and dead smell of lilies and chrysanthemums mixed with cold cuts, there was also a strong smell of alcohol.

Shen Shi leaned against the glass coffin, still holding a bottle of white wine in his hand.

Nan Feng sighed, sat down beside him, and put the coat he brought from home on Shen Shi.

"Where's Xiaotu?" Shen Shi's voice was hoarse.

"Sleeping, Xiaodao and Xiaojun are taking care of her, don't worry."

Shen Shi nodded and gulped himself down again.

"Stop drinking, Brother Shi." Nan Feng frowned.

"Is there any smoke?"

Hearing Shen Shi's hoarse voice, Nan Feng didn't intend to give it to him.But knowing that he was very uncomfortable, he hesitated for a while and took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Only one."

Nanfeng took out a cigarette and handed it to Shen Shi, but Shen Shi slipped his hand and dropped the cigarette on the ground.He bent down to pick it up, but was stopped by Nanfeng.

"Don't take it anymore." Nanfeng took out another cigarette and put it in his mouth, and after lighting it, he handed the cigarette back to Shen Shi's mouth.

Shen Shi held his cigarette in his mouth and took a deep breath.

"Let's wait a while." After Nan Feng finished speaking, he moved closer to Shen Shi's side, and Shen Shi reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth, leaning on Nan Feng's shoulder.

Then there was a long silence, so quiet that the south wind could almost hear the sound of burning tobacco.

"Do you think Huangmao's life is worth it?"

Shen Shi leaned on Nan Feng's shoulder, closed his eyes and asked.

"If you were there that night, would you go?"

"meeting."

"That's worth it."

……

In the middle of the night, Shen Shi finally fell asleep lightly.Hearing the sound of breathing in his ears, Nan Feng adjusted his posture so that the man could sleep more comfortably.

He turned his head and looked out of the house through the window, the sky had already started to fade.

Another dawn is coming.

……

After sending Huang Mao away, Shen Shi gave Xiaotu a lollipop.It was the one she took off from the candy store on Xiaotu's birthday.

"Pick it up for you, Brother Huang Mao."

The little rabbit nodded with red eyes, and carefully put the lollipop into the small cloth bag that he carried with him.

For Huang Mao's ashes, Shen Shi asked Sheng Qingfeng to choose a suitable place in Hexi, and buried them himself.

That place was neither deserted nor noisy, he knew that Huang Mao always liked to be lively, and if he really wanted to find a place far away from the hustle and bustle with beautiful mountains and rivers, he might not be used to it.

"If there is anything you want in the future, just give me a dream, and I will do everything for you." Shen Shi patted the tombstone, just like he patted the man's shoulder in the past, and said softly, "Brother, you can't I will stay with you longer, and I still have to find someone to settle the account. You wait for my news."

Shen Shi held the tombstone's hand, his knuckles protruding.

At sunset, there was a faint sound of cicadas.

This rainy spring is about to pass, but the child who wrote a river and lake story is left forever in the dusk.

Volume [-] Fishing Fire Lane End