the wind is also you

Is there one more person? This is his father.

"Dad, you're back." Yang Ziming rushed up to hug Yang Chen, Yang Chen patted his son, pulled him away to have a look, and said with satisfaction: "As expected of my son, he has grown taller."

This made Yang Ziming proud. Shen Qian walked in from behind. He raised his eyes and saw Yang Chen, and then looked at Yang Shuqin and said, "Mom, I'm going upstairs to read."

Yang Shuqin called him over: "You kid, you don't even say hello to your uncle?"

Shen Qian looked at the father and son who were deeply in love, and couldn't bear to interrupt, he said flatly, "I'll go upstairs to read the book."

Yang Chen was stunned for a moment, the atmosphere became awkward again because of Shen Qian's words, Shen Huiru carried the seaweed cake brought by □□ Street, and yelled sweetly as soon as he entered the door: "Uncle!"

Yang Chen nodded happily: "Hey! Come and let uncle see how tall you have grown."

Relying on his father's presence, Yang Ziming dared to yell at Shen Huiru: "She? She's not as tall as me."

Shen Huiru walked over without changing his face, and smiled sweetly: "Uncle, I am not as tall as Zi Ming."

"It's okay, girls don't have to be as tall as boys, you are more handsome than Ziming." Uncle said with a smile.

Yang Ziming's nose was crooked in anger, Shen Huiru glanced at him triumphantly, as if saying, what can you do.

Here Yang Shuqin pulled Shen Qian, and whispered: "What's the matter with you kid?" She didn't even say hello.

Shen Qian picked up the book he put downstairs, looked at Yang Shuqin and said, "Mom, I'm not a child."

Yang Shuqin choked: "You..."

"I'm going upstairs." He left a sentence, took his book and went upstairs. Everyone was silent until there was the sound of the door closing upstairs.

Yang Chen lowered his head and tugged at his collar: "The child still remembers."

Yang Shuqin patted him on the shoulder: "This kid has been like this recently, rebellious period."

Yang Chen didn't speak but just shook his head.

Shen Huiru and Yang Ziming, who were a little confused, stared at each other until grandma told them to go upstairs to play in their room, and then they ran upstairs.

Yang Chen rubbed his brows wearily: "This has nothing to do with the child. I let the child remember it back then. I'm afraid I won't be able to be an uncle for the rest of my life."

Yang Shuqin said in relief: "Children are ignorant. Why are you serious with children? Shen Qian has been like this since he was a child. When his father beat him, this kid also kept silent and ignored his father for a few days. After a while, he will be fine." .”

"It's been a few years." Yang Chen pulled out an ugly smile, "It's been almost three years."

Grandma frowned and said, "Children have the best memory. How many times have I said it? Don't let children know about adults. You just didn't listen to it before."

Yang Shuqin didn't want to hear this, so she waved her hand: "Don't talk about Mom, let's leave it like this."

Upstairs, Shen Qian was lying on the bed, his whole body was sore. He had just sent Huang Yanming and the three of them to the train station early in the morning, and then sent Xiao Tang and Li Huai'an back. The journey was exhausting.

But now I can't sleep in bed.

When he saw Yang Chen, he remembered what happened a few years ago, and when he thought about what happened a few years ago, he got a headache.

Really, why did I hear those words in the first place.

three years ago……

Shen Qian was still a junior high school student at that time, and he went back to Liangzhu with his mother for the holidays. At that time, Shen Huiru and his father did not come back from Linping.

Originally, the New Year atmosphere in the villages and towns was stronger than that in big cities, but Shen Qian went there with excitement at first.

Unexpectedly, my mother and uncle quarreled.

The time of the quarrel was in the afternoon, Shen Qian was sleeping at first, when he heard movement at the door, it was the sound of quarreling, it was getting louder and louder, he was woken up just like that, he got up reluctantly, and as soon as he got out of the bedroom, he ran into anger Uncle Chong Chong, the uncle grabbed his collar and shouted at him almost gnashing his teeth: "Tell your mother to go back to Linping! There is no place for her to stay in Liangzhu!!"

Shen Qian was stunned and didn't recover from it. It was the first time he saw his uncle lose his composure, and he was completely different from the usual kind-talking person.

Yang Chen didn't notice that the person he was holding was just a child, he yelled at him like crazy: "Did you hear me! Tell your mother to get out!"

Shen Qian regained his strength, and pushed away the crazy uncle in front of him. He ran downstairs in a hurry, accidentally stepped on the empty steps, and fell from the top.

The pain in his ankle was so painful that he stood up desperately and shouted towards the door: "Mom! Mom!"

There were voices of talking and crying at the door. Shen Qian rushed to the door with his feet sprained, and saw his grandmother crying and stopped Yang Shuqin: "Stop beating, stop beating, my heart aches."

Yang Shuqin was slapping her face, her face was covered with palm prints, she slapped very hard, and she was still muttering: "I deserve it, I deserve it."

Shen Qian's head was full of blood, he took a step back, then rushed forward and pulled Yang Shuqin's hand away.

"Mom! What are you doing!!" The voice woke Yang Shuqin up, Yang Shuqin looked at Shen Qian in a daze, and pushed him away: "Leave me alone!"

She slapped herself fiercely on the face, the corners of her mouth were a little red, Shen Qian couldn't control himself from trembling all over, and he cried out in a crying voice: "Mom! I beg you..."

A cursing came from upstairs: "Get out! You are amazing! Get out of Linping! There is no place for you in Liangzhu!"

Yang Shuqin seemed to be pricked by a needle. She shook and slapped herself on the face harder: "I deserve it! I deserve it!"

Shen Qian stepped forward to pull Yang Shuqin's hand away, but Yang Shuqin pushed it violently, and his feet felt a sharp pain again, and he fell directly backwards. Shen Qian, who fell to the ground, looked at him in horror. With everything in front of him, his fingers stuck on the ground, and he whispered tremblingly: "Mom...don't hit me..."

Stop hitting, stop hitting, stop hitting...

"Your uncle told us to go away!! Your uncle said that Xiao Ning deserved her death!!! It's my retribution! Retribution!!!" Yang Shuqin slapped herself hard over and over again, her face was bleeding from the beating, Grandma cried and asked Shen Qian to hurry up and stop her.

Shen Qian seemed stupid... He didn't realize that a single tear fell down from him, and murmured: "Xiao Ning...Xiao Ning..."

Xiao Ning's dead brother.

If it wasn't for this sentence, he might have forgotten that he also has a younger brother...

……

It's too painful... Shen Qian wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, the last thing he wanted to recall always came up to torture him.

There was a knock on the door, Shen Qian looked up and asked, "Who?"

"It's me..." Shen Huiru carefully stuck to the door.

"What?"

"Brother, can't I come and play with you?"

Shen Qian hesitated for a moment, got up and opened the door, Shen Huiru who was at the door squeezed into the room like a thief with half a piece of seaweed cake in his hand.

After Shen Qian closed the door, Shen Huiru let out a sigh of relief: "My lord is too depressed, but brother is more comfortable."

Shen Qian glanced at the cake in her hand: "Don't get rid of the dregs for me."

"I know, I know, I'll lick all the ground for you, okay?" Shen Huiru took a bite, and a piece of dregs fell on the ground. The blue one was quite conspicuous. The two looked at each other silently. Shen Huiru quickly bent down and picked it up. , Throwing it into the trash can: "Just kidding, bro, don't take it seriously."

☆、Memories on Manga 2

……

Shen Qian sat on the chair, opened the notebook on the table and asked casually, "How is your friend Zhong Ling doing in the exam recently?"

Shen Huiru froze: "...Why are you asking her?"

"Can't you care about the school girl?"

"I don't see you caring about me." Shen Huiru muttered.

"Jealous?" Shen Qian smiled, he turned his head and glanced at Shen Huiru, Shen Huiru immediately said seriously: "Don't make up her mind, she has a boyfriend."

When she said the last three words, she deliberately emphasized her tone. Shen Qian almost felt that this place had no silver 300 taels.

"Oh, who can match her."

Shen Huiru's throat choked: "You...you don't care, anyway, it must be excellent... at least not bad."

She rolled her eyes upwards, quite pleased with herself.

Shen Qian thought to himself, it's over, we are really together.

The little guy has grown up and can't control it anymore. Fortunately, mom didn't find out, otherwise she would have taken off one of her dog legs.

Shen Huiru leaned over and saw Shen Qian's paintings in the corner of the room, she was a little surprised and said: "Brother, did you draw these?"

Shen Qian glanced at his sketched scenery, then nodded: "Well, what's the matter?"

"Your drawing is amazing too! Brother, when did you develop your skills?" Shen Huiru exclaimed, "Those who study art in our class are not as good at drawing as you."

Shen Qian sneered: "Don't blow me up."

"Really!" Shen Huiru praised sincerely: "If you take fine arts, you might be more motivated than the major you choose now."

…Shen Qian’s typing hands paused for a moment, and he looked at the article he had written, with the impressive title on it: About the problem of overcapacity in our country...

This is the task given by my mother, to write about the reasons and nature of overcapacity, as well as the policy related to the travel solution in our country.

Shen Huiru walked behind Shen Qian and looked at the thesis on his screen, and clicked his tongue again: "Brother, your skills are terrible... what else can you not know."

Shen Qian didn't speak after hearing this, and started typing again.

He knows what he is doing and what path he is taking. He knows all of these things. This is the path paved by his parents, so just walk on it.

Painting or something... just play around.

"Brother, what is excess capacity?"

"You don't understand even after I tell you, go read your book."

……

After Li Huai'an dragged Xiao Tang into the house, he found that Jiang Ping hadn't come for another day, and the food left in the pot hadn't been touched... He carried Xiao Tang to the baby chair, and then called Jiang Ping, and there was a busy tone.

Li Huaian was about to fight again when Xiao Tang suddenly said aggrievedly, "Brother Li...I miss my mother~"

"Okay, brother is calling mom." He patted Xiao Tang's head, "Xiao Tang, please be good, and if you are good, mom will come."

"Be good~" Xiao Tang looked at Li Huai'an with big eyes.

Li Huaian called three times, but no one answered, and the next two times, no one answered. It is a status of no one answering.

Something must have happened.

After he carried Xiao Tang upstairs, he rode his motorcycle to Xiicai Bridge, thinking about what Jiang Ping said all the way. Jiang Ping said that he met a man and said he would give her a home.

Jiang Ping really wanted a family, and it was really rare to meet such a man who didn't dislike her career, but when the other party heard that Jiang Ping had a child, she immediately became unhappy.

Jiang Ping said that this man is a little different from ordinary people, he dominates him every day, he is not allowed to pick up other guests, and he is not allowed to go home to see his daughter.

Jiang Ping quarreled with him several times, and the man beat her with his fist a few times.

Not long after Li Huai'an rode out, it suddenly started to rain. He walked in a hurry without wearing a helmet, and rode all the way to Xicai Bridge,

On the way, I thought of Jiang Ping's pale face again, and thought of being sick when I was a child. Jiang Ping sold her only valuable necklace and carried him to the main road to stop the car to go to the hospital.

At the entrance of the dark alley, the rainwater dripped stains along the wall, as if to wash away the bad luck in the alley.

Shen Qian stepped on the puddles, thinking that Jiang Ping said that she had always thought about when she would be able to get out of the small town of Liangzhu. She had no future in her life, and being planted in one place seemed to be doomed for a lifetime, but people had to rely on Jiang Ping said that the reason for her life is Li Huai'an and Xiao Tang, and she must grit her teeth and at least take her children out to see the outside world...

Xicaiqiao is full of prostitutes, the doors are closed during the day, some of them are still open, this street is filled with an indescribable body odor, all kinds of mixed sweat.

Looking up is a cluster of telephone poles, and there are wet clothes dripping with water.

There was a dog barking from the depths of the alley. Li Huaian stepped on the water. He was a little irritable. He looked at the house number and aimed at No. 64. The door was covered with rust and there was a place for air leakage. It opens with a light push.

he knocked

There was no movement inside, and looking in from the side window, it was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Li Huai'an took out his mobile phone to make a call, and the ringtone came from the house, along the gap of the window, and fell clearly in his ears.

The eerie silence was broken by the ringing of the bell.

But there is still no movement of Jiang Ping.

Li Huaian's heart skipped a beat, he always felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't tell.

Trying to push the door, the door creaked, like a sign that it was about to break, Li Huaian was cruel, there was only a ringing in the room, it was too strange, Jiang Ping never did not answer the phone, nor would she not take the phone.

He stepped back, rushed forward and kicked, and the old iron gate was kicked down just like that. There was a loud bang, and a cloud of dust was thrown up, and the people around were noisy by the sound.

"What are you doing, in broad daylight."

Someone was shouting at the door.

The moment Li Huai'an opened the door, he stood motionless at the door, and seemed to be frozen here for a moment. He stared blankly at the scene before him. Terrible cyan, with gray lips, just lying on his back on the bed, half covered by his clothes.

Someone came around and saw it, screaming in horror.

The sound attracted a crowd of people.

There are dense noises in the ear.

"Why did you die? Didn't you feel fine yesterday?"

"It's not easy, it's not easy, just die like this."

"Who killed it? Did you die yourself?"

"I can't think about it...and my daughter."

"I don't want to come here if I have a daughter. I guess I don't want to live."

how……

Li Huai'an looked at the lifeless person on the bed, stared at him, and asked himself over and over again, what's wrong... what's wrong.

He didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly shouted at the person on the bed: "Jiang Ping! Get up, your daughter is still waiting for you at home!"

He rushed to the bed, and stretched out his hand to grab the frozen body. He didn't know that he was trembling, and tried to lift her up several times, but the person on his body had lost all life, and slid down stiffly...

"Call quickly, call the police." The person at the door shouted.

"She just died like this, what should her daughter do?" "Be careful in the future, maybe she offended some bad-tempered master."

"Is he really dead?" "No, your face looks like that."

Don't say it...don't say it... Li Huaian's eyes were red, he picked up Jiang Ping who was already stiff, and shouted: "Jiang Ping, Jiang Ping, get up first... It's almost New Years...Jiang Ping, you Did you hear...Xiao Tang is still at home waiting for you to go back for dinner..."

He found that he couldn't move his back... he slipped and fell to the ground along with the corpse, and the people around him crowded in, and the voices in his ears were buzzing.

"Quick, call the police, call the police..."

"Already called..."

"Take that kid away."

"Cover something...it looks creepy."

……

Yesterday afternoon, a prostitute died at Xicai Bridge in Liangzhu, and she was strangled to death. The news spread quickly, and people in the streets and alleys were talking about it.

Yang Ziming came back from a walk with the dog and listened to hundreds of versions. He leaned on the sofa boredly and said, "Xicaiqiao is dead."

Grandma was serving the meal, Yang Chen put out a pot of soup, then reached out and hit Yang Ziming on the head: "What unlucky words did you say while eating?"

Yang Shuqin helped to arrange the chopsticks. She glanced upstairs and said to Shen Huiru who was playing with her mobile phone, "Call your brother down for dinner."

Shen Huiru used her mobile phone to call Shen Qian: "Brother, come down for dinner."

Shen Qian answered and hung up the phone, Yang Shuqin looked at Shen Huiru and said, "You see, you are too lazy to move upstairs."

"Mom, this means that you are behind. You must make good use of modern technology." Shen Huiru shook her phone and said.

After Shen Qian went downstairs, the food was ready, Yang Chen glanced at Shen Qian, and sat next to Yang Ziming, and Shen Qian sat next to Shen Huiru.

Grandma wanted to get up to scoop up soup for everyone, Yang Chen hurriedly got up and took the spoon: "Mom, you sit down, I'll come."

He served soup for everyone in turn. When he came to Shen Qian's place, he looked at Shen Qian a few more times, then filled the soup and handed it over: "Shen Qian, he is almost taller than uncle."

Knowing that he was talking on purpose, Shen Qian hummed, took the bowl and said thank you.

Yang Chen seemed to want to say something else, he took a piece of chicken leg and put it in Shen Qian's bowl: "Here, this uncle made it, I know you like chicken leg, how about a taste?"

Shen Qian paused with his chopsticks, he picked up the chicken legs and put them in Shen Huiru's bowl: "I don't like meat recently."

Yang Ziming looked at the faces of everyone on the table with a gossip. Shen Huiru was embarrassed at this time. After she and Zhong Ling were confirmed to be together, the pressure was already high. She was fat and had to lose weight. My brother threw a piece of chicken leg into her bowl inside...

She met Yang Ziming's gaze, flashed it suddenly, and quickly put the chicken leg to Yang Ziming and said, "Brother, eat."

Yang Ziming: ...

Yang Chen kept silent, lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls of rice.

Grandma thoughtfully changed the subject, and asked Yang Ziming, "Ziming, just now you said what happened to Xicai Bridge?"

Yang Ziming gnawed on the chicken leg, and when his grandmother called him, he raised his head and said, "Oh, it's Xicaiqiao who died."

Grandma looked surprised: "Who? Why did he die so well..."

Yang Ziming licked the grease on the corner of his mouth: "I heard what they said when I was walking the dog. Uncle Zhang and the others are still discussing at the intersection. It seems that it is Aunt Jiang... or Aunt Li..."

Yang Ziming's mind was in turmoil. He couldn't remember which aunt died, but someone died anyway.

There are too many names in Xicaiqiao, and I can't remember them. What's more, when Zhang Bo and the others discussed, they didn't mention the names clearly.

☆、We all have a bright future

The grandma sighed and said, "It's not easy... I met Jiang Ping, who was shopping for vegetables a few days ago, and said that she planned to let her family's Li Huai'an go to study, and wanted to earn more money. The number one scholar, has seen the world..."

Grandma looked at Shen Qian again and said, "Jiang Ping said that she met you, and she is a good seedling to learn."

Jiang Ping's sallow face appeared in Shen Qian's mind, he paused and did not speak.

Suddenly Yang Ziming slapped his thigh: "By the way, Uncle Zhang seems to be talking about Jiang Ping! She is dead."

These words were like a thunderbolt, and it exploded in Shen Qian's ear with a bang. He missed his chopsticks and fell to the ground.

Yang Chen slapped Yang Ziming's head with a slap: "What are you talking about, eat your food."

Grandma was also very surprised. She asked in disbelief, "Ziming, who did you hear from? Jiang Ping was fine a few days ago."

Yang Ziming didn't dare to bluff: "Uncle Zhang and the others talked about this just now, saying that he died yesterday afternoon."

The town of Liangzhu is so small that the death of a person can be reported several times by the neighbors, and they chat for many days.

Shen Qian's first thought was what to do with Li Huai'an.

He opened WeChat repeatedly, and slid his fingertips to Li Huai'an's chat box, but couldn't press it for a long time.

Forget it... If he asks this now, I'm afraid it will deal a bigger blow to him.

I haven't seen anyone in the past few days, and I don't know what happened.

Shen Qian had been out before, and he also asked about the ins and outs. He was annoyed by the gossiping in the streets and alleys the most, but he found that it was still useful to listen to the gossips in the streets and alleys when he couldn't understand a person's current situation.

Jiang Ping was killed by him, and was strangled to death on the bed by a client. The police arrested the criminal within a few hours after the incident.

From the spoken words of these neighbors, it can be vaguely known that Li Huai'an has been hit hard, but no one knows where Li Huai'an is now, and no one knows what happened to him.

It's like it's evaporated.

……

Shen Qian went to the Mala Tang shop, and Yang Shuqin was going back to Linping at this time, she took Shen Huiru to the train station, but before leaving, she didn't see Shen Qian, and left by car after explaining some things to her grandmother.

Shen Qian received a call from Shen Huiru, and was dissatisfied on the other end: "Brother, you left without saying a word. Mom and I didn't see you before we left."

Shen Qian looked up at the signboard of the Mala Tang shop: "I... forgot."

"Can you forget this?" Shen Huiru said, "Mom asked me to ask you, what did you do?"

"Eat Malatang."

"what?……"

Shen Qian hung up the phone and walked into the store. It was not time for dinner, and the inside was empty, only a red-haired boy was sitting in a daze.

He was so dazed that he didn't even realize that someone had come in.

Shen Qian walked up to him: "Do you know where Li Huaian is?"

Zhang Qing raised his head and took a look: "You are..." Before he finished speaking, he thought of it first: "Oh, you are the...painter."

Shen Qian looked at him, Zhang Qing asked: "What are you looking for?"

"There is something." Shen Qian said.

In fact, he has nothing to do, just out of... being nosy, he himself feels that he likes to be nosy, if something happens to Li Huai'an, as the other party's... friend, he should have the right to see someone meet him.

Zhang Qing glanced at him, lowered his head, he hesitated for a while before saying: "Farewell, he is in a bad mood, he will scold anyone he sees, you don't have to worry about it."

Shen Qian also wanted to ignore it, but he couldn't move his feet, he was silent for a while, and then said: "Let me see how he is doing, just tell me where he is."

Zhang Qing was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that Shen Qian, who looked very cold on the surface, actually cared about Li Huai'an.

He squinted at Shen Qian and said, "He's at home." At the end, he added, "Jiang Ping's death is equivalent to his sky falling, so don't say anything, it's useless, just let him think about it. "

He has been with Li Huai'an for a long time. Li Huai'an is just like this. He is strong on the outside but very fragile on the inside. Jiang Ping has taken Li Huai'an in since he was a child and looked after him regardless of other people's eyes. He has long regarded Jiang Ping as his lifelong reliance up.

When a person is alive, there must always be something to rely on so that he can live.

Jiang Ping relies on Li Huaian and Xiao Tang,

Li Huai'an relies on Jiang Ping to survive, and all the motivation of Li Huai'an's life comes from wanting Jiang Ping to live a good life.

This motivation is gone, and no one can accept it.

Shen Qian was thinking about what Zhang Qing said along the way. He suddenly felt a kind of fear, which prompted him to quicken his pace, and finally started to trot along the road. He had seen people die. There was a scream from upstairs, a black shadow passed by in the corner of the eye, followed by a muffled bang, heavy, and there was no sound in an instant, not even the shouting.

He didn't dare to turn his head to look, but just walked, walked, walked to his classroom, sat down on the seat as usual, opened the English book and began to recite vocabulary, and he could see a group of people surrounded by that area from the window.

The next day, the place was clean and there was no trace of any dead people. This matter was also forbidden by the teacher in the school.

Fear?

no……

He just seemed to be stuffy and unable to breathe. When a person dies, he has nothing. For others, it doesn't matter.

But what if something happened to Li Huai'an... He couldn't accept a person who was like a living treasure on New Year's Day, and suddenly...

Shen Qian didn't want to continue to speculate wildly, when he arrived at Jiang Ping's downstairs, he stared blankly at the rusted door, stretched out his hand and pushed it, but the door was not closed.

Walking in, there was a kind of dead darkness inside, gloomy, Shen Qian took a deep breath, clenched his fists and walked in.

The lights upstairs were off.Walking up the stairs, there is only oppressive darkness.The upstairs door is closed, and the inside is very quiet. If you don't listen carefully, you can't hear the movement behind the door at all.

Shen Qian knocked on the door: "Li Huaian. It's me."

The door was not closed, he pushed it open, and saw the cold light outside the window falling into the room at a glance. In the corner, Li Huai'an huddled into a ball, buried his head on his knees, and the light flowed down the window from above, staining his hair. Light, trembling distinctly.

Shen Qian stood still in place for a while.

Li Huaian...

Shen Qian walked over, and the people in front of him huddled into a ball, not at all like the Li Huai'an he saw, lifeless, quietly hugging himself without making a sound.

Shen Qian half knelt down, he hesitantly stretched out his hand, and wrapped his head around his head.

He couldn't imagine Li Huai'an's pain when his loved one died, but it would make an optimistic person suddenly become like this... It must be very painful... He originally thought that Li Huai'an would push him away, but no...

Li Huai'an leaned on Shen Qian's chest obediently like this, very quiet, so quiet that they could only hear each other's breathing and heartbeat.

"Jiang Ping is dead."

After a long time, the person in his arms opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.

Shen Qian patted him on the back: "I know, she's dead."

He couldn't believe that such a gentle woman, who praised him honestly a few days ago, is dead now. Really, there is no living person.

like a dream.

But if you don't believe it, you are indeed dead.

Jiang Ping grew up watching Li Huai'an, so one can imagine how much such a blow would be to Li Huai'an.

But he, Shen Qian, seemed unable to do anything.

I could only repeat over and over again: "It's okay..." After a pause, he said softly, "I'm here."

Li Huai'an is really fragile... He only realized now that the person in front of him was no different from a child, he would cry when he was wronged, and he also needed someone to rely on.

Just hold him like this.

He can provide a shoulder for Li Huai'an.

With tears in his eyes, Li Huai'an kept repeating: "Jiang Ping is dead..." Jiang Ping is dead, how will he survive... No one wanted him when he was a child, but Jiang Ping held his hand and gave him a home .

He never prayed for anything from the beginning to the end, he didn't want any grand plans, he didn't want any bright future, he never believed in gods and Buddhas, from the beginning to the end...he only wanted Jiang Ping, Xiao Tang, the three of them to live well That's enough, he is very satisfied to be able to survive in this small place, and now God can't even satisfy him with this request.

he is really tired

He picked up scraps and was chased and beaten by gangsters, but he didn't cry.When he was a child, both his parents committed suicide at home, and he didn’t cry. He was a takeaway, a waiter, and was pointed at the bridge of his nose. He always responded with a smile. He has done many things and never blamed anyone. He always believed that it was God. The experience given to him, being able to become a family with Jiang Ping Xiaotang is the greatest gift.

Now there is nothing...

He looked at the person in front of him with red eyes, as if he had been stimulated by something, he suddenly pushed Shen Qian away: "Get out! I don't need you to pity..." Shen Qian was pushed and hit the cabinet behind, shoulder Last sting.

He rubbed his shoulders, looked at Li Huai'an who was extremely depressed and said, "Do you think this is what Jiang Ping wants to see?"

"Heh..." Li Huai'an had a blue vein on his forehead, he gritted his teeth and said, "She won't know...she's dead..."

If he is dead and has nothing left, what's the point of him doing all this?

Shen Qian stood up: "I regard you as a brother, so I'm here to advise you, you still have a lot to do, at least think about it for Xiao Tang."

Li Huai'an leaned against the back wall in despair, looked at the empty ceiling in despair, and said in a weak voice, "I don't care about Xiao Tang... the village committee is in charge... get lost... don't bother me... ..."

……

Shen Qian didn't speak, but clenched his fists, he really wanted to wake this guy up.

"I forgot, who are you?...Shen Qian...you are Shen Qian..." He covered his face in pain, trying not to let himself shed tears: "You and I...are not the same way, you I can't understand my feelings in my whole life... Get lost... Don't bother me..."

He just wanted to be paralyzed here like this, waiting to die... Anyway, he couldn't live anymore... It didn't matter what happened,

He has lost, for this kind of life, he has lost...don't fight...too tired.

Seeing him like this, Shen Qian felt a throbbing pain in his heart,

He stretched out his hand, and after a moment's hesitation, he pressed his shoulder with determination: "There is no difference between you and me, Li Huai'an. The difference between us is that you have one more word than me. Apart from this, we Similarly, we have a future we can look forward to, no matter what social status, no matter what class, you must at least believe that we all have a bright future."

☆、We all have a bright future

Li Huai'an looked up at him, his eyes were filled with tears, and the tears that he had endured for more than ten years all flowed out at this moment.

"Really, you should know that there is such a saying that when the sky is about to send a great mission to the people, you must first work hard...just to gain what you can't do." He patted his heart and said solemnly: "I swear, what you are going through now is for greater achievements in the future, and Jiang Ping will definitely see when you succeed."

"If you really want to be worthy of Jiang Ping, live well and work out a way to be worthy of her life's expectations, and also be worthy of Xiao Tang's responsibilities, and even more so, you must be worthy of yourself. Nothing can determine your future. Lu, if you can’t hold on, just think about it. It’s not when the heart stops beating, but when you forget her. So, even if it’s to prove that she’s still alive! You have to work hard to give Make a way to go on by yourself." Shen Qian stared at him, these words were his sincere advice, finding the real destination for the dead is to make the living live a stronger life.

……

Shen Qian didn't know that at that moment, Li Huai'an had found the strength that life could rely on again.

He stared blankly at the person in front of him with eyes filled with tears, and suddenly frowned in pain, as if he had endured a huge grievance, he rushed forward and hugged Shen Qian forcefully.

Shen Qian was taken aback by this sudden hug, but quickly realized that he also hugged him tightly.

"You said..." Li Huai'an trembled, gritted his teeth and said, "You can't lie to me..."

"Do not lie to you."

The two teenagers hugged each other tightly for a long time in the narrow room, the light seemed to have a tacit understanding, spreading over their shoulders, emitting a dazzling golden glow.

……

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, the streets are full of red stripes, warmly preparing to welcome the arrival of the new year...

The person who killed Jiang Ping had already been executed. At Jiang Ping's funeral, there were only two people.

Jiang Ping has no relatives in Liangzhu. When she was young, she went out alone and was deceived emotionally and physically by an old man. She gave birth to Xiao Tang by herself, and she had no choice but to embark on the road of sex. Once you get in, you can no longer get rid of other people's gossip.

Shen Qian looked at the messy pile of earth.

Li Huai'an knelt on the ground, he slowly kowtowed to the ground, slowly raised his face, his eyes were flushed, and looked at the cemetery.

"Mom, I will take good care of Xiao Tang...I will work hard and stop fooling around. I know my responsibility, and I will not disappoint your expectations..."

There are firecrackers and firecrackers in the distance... Some people are laughing, some are making noise... In the empty land, what is picked up is the loess, and the past is buried...

All living beings are bustling with each other.

……

After finishing Jiang Ping's funeral, Li Huai'an stayed at home these days. He was busy with some things, including inquiries about the adult self-examination, and some information. Nobody bothers anymore.

The weather in Liangzhu didn't seem so cold that it was unbearable, but the warmth only lasted for a few days, and the sky suddenly fell into the ice cellar in the south, and the ice was wet and cold.

On the side of the main road there was water left by the rain last night, with some thin ice, Shen Qian had nothing to do and took the broom that his grandmother left at the door and swept around the yard.

His hands were originally fair, holding a cold broom handle, the joints of his hands were red from the cold, and they were white and rosy, like jade porcelain.

I didn't know what I was thinking, so I took a broom and walked back and forth along the small yard a few times.He walked around for a few laps, and Nini walked behind him for a few laps. Finally, he stopped and looked up at the sky. It was the smoggy blue inherent in winter, and there were a few dead branches towering into the sky.

My heart was stuffy, and I was really irritated.

Grandma came out with the quilt, looked at the sky, and found that the weather was not so good today, and the sun hadn't even come out. She shook the quilt and went into the house again, took two steps and shouted outside: "Qianqian, don't sweep