In the name of father

Hong Kong, no matter how many people are born in this city every day, or how many people pass away quietly here, this bustling fast-paced international port will never stop its hasty pace and look back at anyone——

For example, Yuan Zhen, this young fighter who almost represented a Hong Kong professional boxer in the WBC featherweight class won the gold belt. In fact, more than a month ago, he once occupied the headlines of major newspapers and magazines. People today Still sighing for this young life, when the sun rose the next day, their focus shifted to 97 gasoline and a few dollars more.

Those who can remember him are only those who live around him.

And Yuan Zhen herself.

When Xiao Mo arrived in the urban area, he bought a large bouquet of lilies for himself from a flower shop on the street—originally he wanted to give himself roses, but after thinking about it, it was the first time in his life that he received roses for himself. Miserable and too coquettish, so in the end he chose a bunch of perfume lilies that were just in bloom at the suggestion of the shopkeeper's younger sister.

A slender man with pale skin who looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness was very eye-catching walking on the street holding a large bouquet of lilies, not to mention Xiao Mo was still wearing a suit jacket. Whether a large bouquet of flowers is going to visit a sick girlfriend in the hospital a few blocks away - until a more attractive stretch luxury car pulls up on the side of the street, the door is opened, and two people jump out of the car. A handsome boy who looks exactly the same.

The young man who was walking in front rushed to the man in twos and threes, and snatched the flowers from his hand with an undeniable momentum, "Old man," Xiao Yan carried the large bouquet of perfumed lilies which was extremely unsuitable for him. , "Didn't you say you came to see an old friend?"

Xiao Mo ignored him, and asked for an outdated magazine from last month at the newsstand. He chose a magazine with his own photo on the cover, opened it, and found that it was in the first paragraph of the report. He found the cemetery where he was buried, and handed the change to the owner of the newsstand. The black-haired man closed the magazine and smiled: "Yes, he has passed away, so I want to go and see him first."

A rare moment of stunned expression appeared on Xiao Yan's face.

He turned his head to look at his brother, as if he was not sure what to do for a while, Xiao Yan coughed in a low voice, because of a cold, he spoke in a nasal voice, which sounded muffled: "We are with you go together."

Xiao Mo glanced at the car parked not far away, and without anyone noticing, Li You hesitated for a moment with those black pupils... Although in K City he already knew this kind of car. The car is very used to it, but when he stepped back to his hometown, for some reason, he seemed to be the young man who lived in a tube building and worried about next month's rent. There is an unaccustomed feeling again.

——It wasn't until Xiao Yan who was behind Xiao Mo urged him that the man slowly opened the car door and sat in.

"If you don't feel well, you'd better go to the hotel and wait for me first." Xiao Mo squeezed his earlobe, looked at the dark sky outside the car window that might rain at any time, and said somewhat unnaturally, "The cemetery kind of The atmosphere of the place is very dull, I'm afraid you children will not like it more."

"...Isn't it strange that the atmosphere in the cemetery is full of joy and drums!" Xiao Yan glanced at his father as if he was looking at a monster, and then frowned fiercely, "We all said that we went with you, what the hell are you doing?" What are you trying to hide—hey, old man, who are you going to see?"

Just as Xiao Yan finished yelling, Xiao Yan who was sitting next to him sniffed and said quietly: "Actually, you don't have to say anything you don't want to say."

The twin brothers are so hot and cold, but the posture of breathing out from one nostril is put on again... Before they thought of the solution to this move, every time they used this big move, Xiao Mo could only stare blankly. So the man thought for a long time, and finally said with great difficulty in the tone of a passerby: "He...is a young boxer."

Xiao Mo paused, and then added shamelessly: "A real boxer who has fought in North American boxing competitions is very good, but unfortunately he was unlucky and died on the podium for the gold belt."

Xiao Yan snorted, seemed a little surprised why Xiao Mo would know such a person, squinted at him and said, "Want to be friends?"

The pain in Xiao Mo's balls was instantly wiped away, and the corners of his lips twitched: "I'm only 26, okay?"

"How do you know such a person?" Xiao Yan asked calmly.

"Because I saw him boxing in his martial arts gym." Xiao Mo shrugged, "I knew him."

After Xiao Mo finished answering, the car fell into silence again. It seemed that he had finished asking the questions he wanted to ask. At this moment, Xiao Yan grabbed the large bunch of perfume lilies snatched from Xiao Mo's hand, frowning all over his face. Seriously looking out of the car window—to be honest, the pretty face of the bear kid with such a large bouquet of beautiful flowers has to make an expression like constipation on his face, and the whole composition looks really happy.

Xiao Mo looked at it for a while, and it took him a long time to hold back his laughter on the way to his funeral——

If I really want to laugh, I'm sorry I didn't say anything, or I might be labeled as unkind and unrighteous.

The car was equipped with navigation, and Xiao Qi seemed to understand Cantonese, so it didn't take long for them to drive the car to the entrance of the cemetery where Xiao Mo was buried—it was a new cemetery newly built in Hong Kong. It is located on the top of the mountain in the suburbs... But to be honest, when Xiao Mo saw that he had a tomb, he was already very surprised——

Judging from the income and expenditure of the martial arts gym, it is difficult for the old man to even find a shelf for his urn.

Later, Xiao Mo thought about it, and he died relatively great. Maybe the government allocated some money to support a cemetery. Thinking about it this way, the man felt a little better, because he didn't want to die again. No more trouble for the old man because of his own affairs.

It is already too much to let a white-haired person send a black-haired person without making any contribution.

Xiao Mo got off the car thoughtfully, because it was not the time for grave sweeping, so the cemetery at this time seemed very quiet and sparsely populated, and he could only vaguely see a few new tombs with fresh flowers and fruits on them. There is a huge cross standing, and at the lower right corner of the cross is a huge stone tablet, on which are engraved with the words "Carefully Pursue Far Away" in Xiao Mo's unknown font.

When Xiao Mo saw these four big characters, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere became solemn for no reason.

After asking the cemetery administrator, he found his own cemetery at the management office, Xiao Mo snatched the flowers back from his cheap son, and walked ahead of everyone——

Suddenly, Xiao Yan who was walking behind Xiao Mo called out abruptly: "Old man."

Xiao Mo didn't turn his head, he climbed the stairs of the cemetery wheezingly: "What are you doing?"

Xiao Yan's voice sounded lazily: "Your back looks a little impatient and a little excited—are you really here to offer incense to your enemy?"

Xiao Mo: "..."

Xiao Yan coughed again and didn't say anything, but even if Xiao Mo didn't have to turn his head, he knew that he was probably snickering—the only person present was the loyal dog Xiao Qi who was like a ghost and always had an expressionless face Only then can Xiao Mo be comforted a little——

But it's just a little bit, because at this moment, Xiao Qi said very appropriately: "Master Mo, Young Master Yan is right, the road is slippery in rainy days, you should walk slower."

Xiao Mo: "..."

He knew that he shouldn't take this group of bad guys and turn a good funeral into an autumn outing.

As if trying to get angry, although the man was already showing some signs of being out of breath due to mental tension and inexplicable tension, he still couldn't help speeding up his pace, bypassing several In the tomb area, Xiao Mo walked a few more steps and finally arrived at the location of his own tomb——

What surprised him was that someone seemed to come with the same purpose as him today.

From a distance, Xiao Mo saw a tall and strong man squatting in front of a tombstone with his buttocks pouted, like a moving small arched mountain. At first, he didn't pay attention to it until he got closer and found the tombstone Xiao Shan became more and more familiar, and finally, Xiao Mo stopped abruptly, and almost couldn't stop the brakes with the sound of "Big Brother" and wanted to jump out of his throat——

Fortunately, he pressed his lips together in time, holding back all the sounds in his stomach.

The man was sitting in front of a tombstone, smoking a cigarette with his head lowered, as if muttering something in a low voice, he didn't notice the black-haired man walking slowly not far away, until Xiao Mo bent down and took the bouquet of perfumed lilies It was placed squarely on the tomb box behind the man's fat buttocks, side by side with the bouquet of white roses that were so fresh that they had just been placed on it.

Uh, there is no regret in dying, someone really gave me a rose—although this guy is not a star and a half away from the soft girl I imagined.

Xiao Mo didn't speak, he just stood up straight and looked at himself on the tombstone——

The self he is familiar with.

He also has black hair and black eyes, but unlike Xiao Mo who always looks lazy and lifeless, the posthumous photo that the old man chose for him is not bad, at least he has that bright smile that belongs to young people on his face—— Xiao Mo thought for a while, and suddenly thought subtly, what was he thinking when he took this photo?

No matter what he was thinking, in short, he never thought that this would be his last photo printed on the cold tombstone.

Xiao Mo didn't speak, he just stood quietly beside the strong man sitting next to his tombstone, until the man took a deep breath on his cigarette, then threw down the cigarette butt and stamped it out at his feet, and stood up.

Only then did Xiao Mo turn around, ignoring the bloodshot red rabbit-like eyes of the other party, and said with a smile in a calm tone, "Brother, this is a non-smoking area."

"..."

A word from the black-haired man successfully deceived the crocodile tears of the tall and big man in front of him whose shadow was enough to completely cover him in one stop.

Huo Zhen doesn't have many brothers and sisters——

Probably because his parents were very particular about the concept of raising a boutique if they wanted to raise it, so in the era when Hong Kong was not prosperous and did not engage in family planning, the Huo family had only him as an only child... In this generation, Huo Zhen is the only one left. A baby lump, while all his classmates have brothers and sisters, the fact that he doesn't have him makes Huo Zhen feel lonely. What's even more regrettable is that his parents failed to raise him into the legendary boutique in the end.

Huo Zhen began to learn boxing from her master at the age of five.

When he was six years old, he met the first little climax in his life—on a rainy day, Huo Zhen watched his master and his master go out to buy vegetables empty-handed, but when they came back, they not only had a chicken in their left hand In his right hand, he was holding a meat dumpling that was crying ummmmmahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The name of this meat dumpling was later called Yuan Zhen.

Huo Zhen and Yuan Zhen, who were still babies, hit it off right away, because they both had the word "zhen" in their names. In private, as a senior brother, he became a little closer to the little kid who bought one and got one free at the vegetable market. He can speak, the deciduous teeth are not even in the black mouth, and the appearance of calling him senior brother vaguely, Huo Zhen still remembers it deeply in his mind.

Growing up with Huo Zhen, there were countless afternoons when he stepped into the martial arts gym after school and looked at the senior brothers who rushed towards him——

"Big brother, big brother, Yuan Zhen was taken away by master again!"

In Huo Zhen's helpless sigh, he, the little brother who bought chickens from the vegetable market as a gift, finally fixed on the glorious image of "either being punished or preparing to be punished" in his eyes.

Later, for some reason, the seniority became chaotic, and the eldest brother became the eldest brother.

Huo Zhen is six years older than Yuan Zhen, no matter what he thought, when he gets old, at least he will be the one who walks in front of Yuan Zhen... Until two months ago, he squatted in front of the TV and saw with his own eyes that he thought he would be a monster The ten-thousand-year-old stinky boy was caught off guard for the last naughty time, and Huo Zhen realized that he was so outrageously wrong.

Until the farewell, cremation, and burial of Yuan Zhen's body, Huo Zhen, as a senior brother, always behaved very calmly. In fact, when facing a large group of senior brothers who were crying in a mess, he could still read the eulogy in a smooth and soul-stirring manner. —He never shed a single tear from beginning to end.

But now, when the slender man in a suit in front of him inadvertently called "big brother", he really called out the tears that had been suppressed in his heart for two months.

Huo Zhen's eyes were red with anger, and she raised her hands that were extremely rough due to years of boxing practice and rubbed her eyes. This time, Huo Zhen could finally take a good look at the man standing in front of him at this moment. Compared with ordinary men, Huo Zhen He found that the black-haired man in front of him looked a bit feminine, and he didn't look like a Lian Jiazi, but this didn't prevent him from being very good-looking when he smiled.

The black-haired man looked at him with a smile without saying a word, his eyes were soft, and the warm smile really penetrated into the depths of his eyes, Huo Zhen just stared at him in a daze - such a smile made him There was an indescribable sense of familiarity, so familiar that it made him forget to ask the "who are you" that was almost on his lips.

He just watched the man slowly take out the neatly folded handkerchief in his pocket, and wiped the photo on the tombstone slowly - even though there didn't seem to be a trace of dust on it, the smile of the young man in the photo was still the same. so brilliant.

"You can't be resurrected after death, big brother," Xiao Mo said with a smile that was almost stiff on the corner of his lips as he slowly wiped his own photo without looking back, "You still have to mourn It's a good change."

Xiao Mo numbly carried out the movements in his hands——

If the photo is a real person's skin at this moment, I'm afraid it will be scratched by him, but he is still carefully wiping the dust that does not exist, using a lot of force, so that he can control his own skin. Don't shake your hands, and he doesn't look back. Only then can he stop himself from giving the tall man in front of him a bear-like hug that both of them are very familiar with.

Fortunately, he is an Oscar winner, so there is nothing wrong with his voice right now.

It's just that what the man doesn't know is that behind him, Xiao Yan and Xiao Yan frowned silently—the twins looked at each other, and they saw the same conclusion from each other's eyes almost at the same time : The man with a bright smile on the tombstone probably has a close relationship with their father.

Xiao Yan stepped forward silently, and snatched the handkerchief from Xiao Mo's hand with a gentle but resolute movement. The hand was empty, and the man subconsciously turned his head to look at the person who robbed him, and accidentally looked at his cheap son. A pair of calm amber pupils, in those pupils, Xiao Mo saw his own reflection - squinting slightly, as if something uncomfortable fell into the eyes so reluctantly.

Xiao Yan didn't tell Xiao Mo that the corners of his eyes were red like he was singing an opera.

The elder brother of the twins just lowered his eyes, and then without looking at the ground, as if he had forgotten his little cleanliness, he put the handkerchief Xiao Mo used directly into his pocket.

Xiao Mo was stunned for a moment, but at this moment, he heard his familiar voice hoarse behind him—Huo Zhen's Mandarin was not very good, with a strong Hong Kong and Taiwan accent, and sometimes even the words he used were awkward. Not that standard.

"Sir, are you also my brother's friend? I have never seen you before."

Xiao Mo turned around, opened his mouth, but found that he didn't know how to answer for a while—he didn't want to lie to the man in front of him, but he couldn't tell him his secret... Once a person decides to keep a certain secret forever If the land is regarded as a secret, then this secret should completely disappear from the human world.

"I'm from the mainland," Xiao Mo nodded lightly, "I couldn't come here a while ago because I had official business, otherwise I should have come earlier—at least I will attend his memorial service."

Huo Zhen listened, and absently glanced at the lilies placed next to her bouquet of roses—it's really strange to bring roses to the grave, the man suddenly scratched his head in embarrassment, he put down his hand and wiped it carelessly She wiped the tears that she had not held back before: "This brat—I never knew he would hand over to a nobleman like you."

Xiao Mo didn't know what to say, he just laughed softly.

In fact, there are many things he wants to ask, but no matter what the question is, he can't ask it now-but probably no one in this world knows better than him that the tall man in front of him looks fierce, but his thoughts are stronger than anyone else's. People are simple, you only need to go around in circles... So in the end, Xiao Mo could only save the country and start to go around: "I also met Yuan Zhen by chance when I was traveling in Hong Kong last time, and he had just graduated from high school at that time. , working part-time at the convenience store I went to..."

"Yes." Huo Zhen glanced at the photo on the tombstone with a heartless smile, and suddenly laughed, "When he graduated from high school, he had a problem with our master because of the question of whether he wanted to continue studying. I just moved out to live, so I worked part-time to subsidize the family."

Xiao Mo paused suddenly, because he heard the key words.

When he first heard Huo Zhen's "Master" son, Xiao Mo's heart seemed to be grabbed and ravaged by something, almost making him breathless. Fortunately, he quickly adjusted his state .

Under Huo Zhen's words, Xiao Mo was forced to think of his unfilial deeds back then.

The sudden pain suddenly disappeared and dispersed, and finally melted into the blood, like a chronic disease, silently accompanied by the blood and spread to the limbs of the body.

It's just that now he thinks of that old man kneeling down in front of him and saying honestly, "I'm sorry, I probably ended up being beaten as a psychopath... Thinking of this, Xiao Mo felt his whole body hurt even more. Endured and endured, resisted being a coward who turned around and ran away, and showed a weak smile at the man in front of him...

"I heard Yuan Zhen said about his master," Xiao Mo stretched out his hand, and lightly rubbed his photo on the cold stone tablet with the back of his hand. It seemed that he hadn't shown such a bright smile for a long time. Now, he He could only use his current calm voice, numb and calm, "He also said that he was sorry for not being obedient back then, and said that he really respected him and was grateful to him..."

At this moment, Xiao Mo heard his own voice whispering in his ear without any ups and downs——

"Even really see him as his father."

Xiao Mo fell into disbelief, looking at the tall and burly man in front of him trembling because of his words, as if he had received some great stimulation, even the originally straight waist seemed to be in this position It collapsed instantly.

Xiao Mo felt tired like never before when he saw the man he had always regarded as his big brother dimmed because of his own words.

He even began to regret why he ran back to Hong Kong - knowing that he couldn't bear it and wanted to go back to the old place, and then hurt those people who had been deeply hurt by him once again.

He heard Huo Zhen smile bitterly, and said in a helpless tone: "That old man...why didn't he raise this brat as his son?"

Xiao Mo: "..."

"Since Yuan Zhen left, the atmosphere in the martial arts hall has been sluggish," Huo Zhen lowered his voice. Rather than saying that he was talking to Xia Mo at this time, it would be better to say that he was talking to himself, "The business is originally It's not very good, but it seems that I recently received a notice that the row of old streets will be demolished and rebuilt, the rent in the new block is very expensive, and the master is also getting old—"

Xiao Mo subconsciously held his breath.

However, he still heard Huo Zhen's sigh that was almost blown away in the wind——

"It won't be this year, the martial arts hall will probably be disbanded."

"..."

Only Xiao Mo knew that at this moment, the nails of his hand, which was half-caught in the sleeve of the suit, had sunk deeply into the palm.

"——If possible, I would like to visit his old man."

So, when Xiao Mo came to his senses, this seemingly strange request had already blurted out.

In the face of this kind of thing, all rationality turned into farting at this second.

After Xiao Mo finished speaking, he calmed down. He turned around and calmly faced the three pairs of disapproving gazes behind him. Xiao Qi who stood behind the twins without saying a word: "Xiao Qi?"

"Master."

"Take the young masters out for a stroll, and we will meet at the reserved hotel in the evening." Xiao Mo ordered.

However, before Xiao Qi could reply, Xiao Yan frowned fiercely: "Old man, you are trying to get rid of us—everything has been wrong since you got off the plane...you and this person What the hell does it matter!"

"friend."

"Friend?" The black-haired man's answer made Xiao Yan show a dumbfounded expression, "You're fucking kidding me" was written all over that immature face.

However, this time, Xiao Mo didn't explain further, he just hummed heavily, as if emphasizing it for someone, and repeated——

"A very good friend, almost as good as one."