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Lin Qingran spent his last days in bed, he was already dying, and he didn't have much energy to get out of bed and walk around.

When people get old, they will often recall the past, because life is a foregone conclusion.

This point is thoroughly reflected in Lin Qingran, especially in the past few days.

His memory is already very poor, but he can still remember clearly that when he was very young, he no longer had parents. As for his mother, he can still vaguely remember her figure, knowing that she is a very gentle mother, her voice and appearance The smile has been forgotten.

He never used the term father.

Maybe he died, or maybe he left them for some reason. He didn't remember to ask when he was a child, and he couldn't ask when he grew up, because no one knew about it anymore.

Everyone who knew the secret left him one by one, leaving him alone, living alone in this world, without any relatives.All of them are cruel people.

He was thinking aimlessly.

Because of his brother's instructions, he worked very hard to survive, and tried his best to become a good person. He never did anything extraordinary in his life. Although he didn't even step on an ant to death, he often donated money to charity organizations. What, be a good citizen with a conscience.

Xu Shi was about to die, he slowly thought to himself, his mind became more and more inflexible, and he couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

That's why he could see his brother's face so clearly. A few years ago, he only remembered his voice, and couldn't see his face clearly.

He was already a rotten old man, but his elder brother was still that handsome and elegant 18-year-old boy.

He died in that year, and he will always live in his heart with the image of that year, always with a warm smile, with an expression of doting and helplessness, and a faint smell of oily smoke on his body.

Thinking of this, he bent his mouth, like a child, as soon as he said that he smelled of oily smoke, he would say angrily, don't dislike him, or he won't make another meal for him.

At that time, in Tongzilou, it was a very small and crude place, and there was no such luxury as a range hood, so my brother would often envy the big kitchen on TV, which had everything in it.

My brother's cooking skills are excellent. Although he doesn't eat out often, but after living for so many years, in his heart, only his brother's cooking tastes the best, and no first-level chef can beat him.

He swallowed, he really missed it.

The summer in Tongzilou is very hot. Although they moved out after school started, the stuffy heat is still fresh in his memory. His brother's body temperature is cold. He always likes to be tired of being in his arms, and the sweat on his body sticks to his brother. On him, he wouldn't mind either.

My brother is so gentle. In this life, no one treats him so well, never again.

The burden on my elder brother is very heavy. He has to earn money to support his family, wash his clothes and cook for him, and he can't let go of his studies.

But my brother did everything very well, and let them live in a big house. Thinking about it now, my brother is so perfect.

So life can only be as gorgeous as fireworks but short?

My brother died in a car accident. He died on the road when he was 18 years old. His blood flowed all over the ground. Heartbeat.

Lin Qingran closed his eyes tightly, it was really a nightmare, a nightmare that haunted him for decades.

His brother died because of him, he thought in a broken heart.

It's all his fault, no one else to blame.

I don't know when, he started to have that kind of dark and shady thoughts about his brother, which is really a crime.I thought I could hide it well, but I didn't expect it.

It was because he was too greedy, relying on his elder brother's favor, to act unscrupulously.

In that chaotic night, even drinking could not cover up the crime he committed.

Alcohol is harmful to others and yourself. My brother was frightened that night. The good brother in his mind would do such a thing. When his brother's slap fell on his face, he suddenly woke up. All the sanity that knew where it was thrown came back.

He chose to escape again. He rushed out of the house, wanting to escape as far away as possible, as long as he could stay away from his brother.

It may be that the alcohol has paralyzed his body and eyeballs. He stood in the middle of the road, thinking that if he died, he would be dead.

He vaguely heard his brother calling his name, he stopped subconsciously, and the next second, he wanted to escape quickly, he felt a strong thrust, he was pushed to the side of the green belt, and heard the sound of brakes and exclamations, then.

Lin Qingran thought in pain, and then he saw his brother die in front of him. The cruel way of the god of death separated them from each other, and he was in agony.

I embarked on the road of reincarnation in mixed feelings of remorse. On that road, my brother has been waiting for a long time, and my brother dotes on him so much, he should not go to their parents alone, he must be waiting for him somewhere, with Gentle smile.

Cloudy tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and he opened them with force. Standing by the bed should be his eldest son: Nianqiu, or his second son: Jinqiu.

His old eyes are dim, and his ears are not very good, so he really can't tell the difference, it's not important.

He raised his heavy arms, his hands were covered with age spots, he couldn't help it, he was too old.

The index finger pointed to a photo. The teenager in the photo had a youthful smile, which made people feel very comfortable. He was wearing a school uniform, and the white shirt matched him very well.It should be a graduation photo, but now it has been made into black and white, and it has become a posthumous photo.

It's a pity for anyone.

Lin Qingran suddenly said: "Bring here, bring the urn below here." The voice was clear and coherent, and there was also a persistent feeling in his eyes.

Lin Nianqiu knew that his old father was returning to life, so he didn't dare to neglect, he quickly stepped forward and took the urn, Lin Qingran took it slowly, carefully, as if treating a rare treasure, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth, There was also a smile in the cloudy eyes, and he looked like a child.

Lin Nianqiu heard him whisper, "Brother, don't worry, I'm coming."

As if afraid of being heard.

He put the jade pendant in his hand into the urn.He raised his voice and said, "When I die, the cremated ashes will be placed in this urn."

Hearing that Lin Nianqiu agreed, he hugged the urn slowly, as if he hugged Lin Qingqiu a long time ago, this action took all his strength, he was really dying.

He began to panic, what if his brother didn't forgive him?What if he left alone?

Brother, don't dislike me, I'll come to you, I'll atone for you, wait for me, don't let me go down there, I'm still alone.

He prayed earnestly.

Slowly stopped breathing.

At the age of 83, Lin Qingran died in his own home, holding Lin Qingqiu's ashes in his arms.

There are 4 children around him who died, and they were never married.

The author has something to say:

The author himself is very satisfied with Lin Qingran's ending

jj smoked again recently, the comments can't be answered, and I can't see it myself, the stupid author is very anxious.

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