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Crane City is named because it looks like a crane with wings spread on the map.

Crane City in September still has a bit of residual heat from summer, and the sun at [-] noon is still scorching. Most pedestrians walking on the road are in a hurry, and no one wants to stay under the sun for a while.

He Tianxi was discharged from the hospital at the end of last month. From the hospital to the hotel, he spent half a year in a suite in the hotel. He piled up all the food, clothing and entertainment in his own room in the hotel. He opened his eyes every day when he woke up. Call the front desk to ask the room service to deliver the food to the door, and then let people put it away after eating. The days of reaching out for the clothes and opening the mouth for food have passed a few days.

This day I went out and changed into newly bought clothes. I put on a bright red T-shirt, a pair of brightly colored beach pants, and a pair of royal blue loafers on my feet. There are various colors on my body. Colorful like a parrot.

When he went out, he deliberately put on the newly bought sunglasses, carried a handbag with three-color stripes in his hand, and walked out of the room he lived in with his teeth and claws dressed up.

Because he has never returned to the place where he lives since returning to Crane City, his car is parked in his garage, and he has no means of transportation at hand, so he asks the front desk to call a taxi for him, and the taxi arrives at the hotel gate has arrived.

After the glass door of the hotel was pulled open, he paused, took out a floral parasol from his handbag, and opened it before stepping out of the hotel door.

After he finished this series of actions, he seemed to hear someone laughing beside him: "It's pretty good, a fashionista?"

He Tianxi retracted her chin, lowered her throat, gritted her teeth and whispered, "Shut up, idiot."

He Tianxi walked to the taxi, opened the car door, put away his floral parasol, stuffed it back into his handbag, closed the car door, and told the driver where he was going: "Please Nanhe Cemetery."

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "Are you going to visit the graves of relatives and friends?" The driver seemed to have some complaints about his dressing up to the cemetery.

He Tianxi's jaw tightened, and he said coldly: "No, I'm going to sing a song in front of the Enemy Monument."

The driver was silenced by his tone of voice and what he said, and silently started the car and drove out of the hotel.

On the map of Nanhe Cemetery, it is on the foot of the crane, quite far from the urban area, and it takes an hour and a half to drive there. He Tianxi arrived at two o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was still hot.

Holding an umbrella, he shuttled among countless tombstones, and finally settled in front of a tombstone facing the distant mountains and rivers.

Because it is a new funeral, there are still many bouquets of flowers in front of the tomb, and the fruit basket should be replaced every day, which looks quite fresh.

He Tianxi held an umbrella and stared at the top of the tombstone for a long time.

"Why, don't you dare to watch it?" He heard the man laughing at him.

"Shut up." He Tianxi gritted his teeth and retorted softly.

"How about you Chinese New Year, come to my tomb wearing bright red and purple?"

"Isn't it Chinese New Year?" He Tianxi replied in his brain, but his eyes were still on the blank space on the top of the tombstone. His hand holding the umbrella trembled a little. After a long while, he suddenly turned his head to the side, Rows of tombstones stretched neatly in sight, like stacked dominoes without end. He was in it, and he might fall down along with a certain tombstone at any time.

He immediately jumped away from Xing Congjing's tomb as if he had been scalded. He stood aside, and the whole cemetery was covered with gray and black from behind his sunglasses.

He Tianxi took out the cigarette case from his bag with shaking hands, lowered his head, lit a cigarette for himself, and smoked half a cigarette silently.

On a tombstone next to Xing Congjing is a child who was not more than ten years old when he passed away. It has been three or four years since his death. The black and white photo shows the child smiling happily. He Tianxi is smoking a cigarette and staring at the picture of the child.

It wasn't until the cigarette in his hand was completely smoked that the sparks almost reached the butt of the cigarette, and He Tianxi shook the cigarette from his hand.

"Didn't you say that when I really leave someday, I will play gongs, drums, and dance on my grave happily? Look at what you look like now." Xing Congjing's mocking voice rang in his mind again very abruptly .

He Tianxi clenched her cheeks, staring blankly at the picture of the child in front of her: "Shut your mouth."

Xing Congjing laughed, and after a while the laughter seemed to spread out in this huge cemetery, He Tianxi raised her parasol and turned her head to look around.

At this point, there is no one in the cemetery, and it is empty as far as the eye can see, like another world.

He Tianxi rolled his Adam's apple several times before he seemed to muster up his courage. He raised his head and stared blankly at the photo on Xing Congjing's tombstone.

The photo on the tombstone is still his ID photo that was in the news. I don’t know when it was taken. He Tianxi is not very concerned about Xing Congjing’s work situation, and Xing Congjing is too lazy to tell him about his work situation.

He didn't know anything about Xing Congjing helping his brother with work and resigning from his brother's side. When Xing Congjing was taking the public examination, he was still in his senior year. He usually had nothing to do.

He has a small apartment near the school. After Xing Congjing resigned, he lived in his apartment directly, where he read and studied. Usually, when he was about to finish class, he would call and ask him what he wanted to eat and when he would go home. Sometimes he will help to buy things to take home.

When He Tianxi was in his early twenties, he was a little afraid of Xing Congjing. After Xing Congjing lived in his room, he wanted to go home but was afraid to go home. He often sat and stood alone on the chair downstairs.

Later Xing Congjing found out, and mercilessly exposed him directly: "Are you afraid of me? Don't dare to go home?"

He Tianxi rolled his eyes at him forcefully while sitting on the chair, Xing Congjing took him by the hand unceremoniously, and said sarcastically, "What are you afraid of, take it."

It was also because he lived with Xing Congjing for a whole year in his senior year, he was no longer afraid of Xing Congjing, and his way of speaking began to gradually approach the way Xing Congjing talked to people in private.

It may even be said that he is born out of blue. He Tianxi feels that Xing Congjing should be regarded as his teacher in this respect. Everyone complained that he was sloppy.

"You really don't do good deeds." He Tianxi stared viciously at the photo on Xing Congjing's tombstone.

"..." The person in the photo responded with silence.

He Tianxi's nose suddenly became sour, and he wiped his nose with his hand.

"You want to cry, but don't cry." Xing Congjing's voice suddenly appeared in his ear again, with a mocking tone.

He Tianxi's eyes stared behind the sunglasses, he gritted his teeth in his mind and said back, "I'm crying for you, do you deserve it?"

Xing Congjing laughed at him: "Then don't cry, don't shed a single tear, whoever cries is a dog."

He Tianxi stared viciously into his own eyes: "You know how much I hate you, I wouldn't cry for a dog even if I cried for you."

Xing Congjing looked at him in the photo without any warm expression.

He Tianxi took a deep breath, his hoarse throat was sticky for a while, and then he coughed a few times as if he was choking.

He coughed loudly, as if a huge and disgusting foreign object had been stuck in his throat. He coughed until his chest felt tight, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

He reached out to wipe off the physiological saline that rolled down from his cough, and held the cigarette case with a flushed face and trembling hands.

It wasn't until he took a deep breath that he seemed to suppress the nausea in his throat, and his voice became normal again: "Don't worry, I'll celebrate your departure with joyful drums and gongs. See if I have any clothes, Knowing that you bought it specially after you died, don’t you hate me wearing fancy clothes, from now on, I will change the same color every day.”

"..." The person in the photo looked at him indifferently.

"Don't let me drink, right? I'm going to Yangeryu Bar to drink tonight, and I won't be done if I don't drink to pieces."

"..." The person in the photo seemed to be mocking him.

He Tianxi's voice paused, he raised his hand and wiped his cheek suddenly, and then his tone became more vicious: "I hate you, Xing Congjing, you won't make me feel better if you live, but I will make you feel better when you die ?"

He Tianxi's throat was stuck, as if a mouthful of phlegm was stuck in his throat, he added in a hoarse voice: "I won't make it easy for you, I will let you die and die uneasy."

His voice was so low it seemed to be speaking to himself.

The author says:

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