best day

The gangsters who killed Fang Yu didn't have much experience in committing crimes at all. At that time, they only thought that they were the local snakes of this small county, so they pretended to be courageous and committed crimes.

As the situation expanded, the local government quickly investigated due to the pressure of public opinion, and soon caught the escaped prisoners and brought them to justice.

At the same time, Fang Yu's parents rushed over from abroad and decided to cremate his body locally.

On the day of the cremation, Dewey appeared dejectedly dressed in black with gauze wrapped around his head.

No matter how he doesn't worry about it on weekdays, Fang Yu is the only child in the family after all.

Although the well-behaved mother Fang tried her best to restrain herself, she couldn't help but let the tears stain her makeup in the end.

Dewey stared blankly at the master being pushed into the fire, and suddenly walked up to Fang's parents and knelt down in front of Fang's mother.

Bai Xia was afraid that he would cause trouble again, so she hurriedly tried to stop him.

But Du Yi held his mother beside him.

He knew that his younger brother was no longer an ignorant child.

"Uncles and aunts, when Master encountered such a thing, I blamed me for being too reckless. I clashed with bad people again and again, and finally the tragedy happened... I knew I was wrong. When Master was around, I always taught me, and I didn't listen to him. Yes, now I really know that I was wrong. I admit it if you want to beat or scold me... I owe you a son, and you will be my parents in the future. I will do the filial piety that Master should do. I won't give up, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I would rather be the one who dies, Master is the best reporter in our station, he is really, really good..." Dewey held back his tears, although he didn't cry, his expression was more than crying Still ugly: "I'm sorry for you..."

Seeing that such an excellent son was gone, Fang's mother was heartbroken for a long time.

She reached out and patted Dewey's head, and said in a hoarse voice: "Get up...Xiaoyu wants to protect you, which means he values ​​you...How can we blame you?"

Dewey didn't say anything, just kowtowed heavily, once, twice, three times.

There was a clear sound when it hit the ground, and it also made Du Yi's heart feel a clear pain.

Perhaps only he understands the reason that everyone doesn't understand.

In the past few days, in my sleep, I always dreamed of Fang Yu's sixteen or seventeen-year-old face repeatedly, thinking of his jerky, timid kiss and childish and decisive confession.

Originally thought that if they refused, their lives would have a new starting point from that time.

It's a pity that Fang Yu only pretended to be emotional, not rational.

Now one is married and a father, and one is dead.

In this way, is he using his own life to love Wu Jiwu, or is he just looking for a useless nostalgia?

Du Yi didn't dare to think of the answer.

Suddenly, I feel that love is a terrible thing.

Even looking at his younger brother's face quietly like this, he couldn't help but feel that the past was blurred.

-

The incident happened suddenly, and everyone rushed over in a panic.

Bai Xia, who was worried about her younger son's death, couldn't explain how she felt when she saw Zheng Luolai when she ran all the way to the hospital.

Although they didn't say much, they didn't quarrel with each other again.

On the day when I left Jiujiang County, I just asked suddenly at the breakfast table: "Weiwei, which car to take to the airport?"

There are only two options.Either in the car that Du Yi borrowed from the government, or in the car that Zheng Luolai borrowed from a friend.

Dewey was eating the steamed stuffed bun bit by bit, when he heard this, he suddenly raised his head, looked at his mother and brother, and then at Zheng Luolai, without saying a word.

Zheng Luolai smiled: "Auntie, I still have something to do, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Dewey asked abruptly: "What's the matter?"

Zheng Luolai didn't answer.

Dewey put the buns in the bowl: "Mom, you guys go first."

Bai Xia's expression was in a daze, then she nodded.

A family that was once so happy and lively, unexpectedly had such a deserted day.

-

Because of Fang Yu's death, the unfamiliar scenery in the south was overlaid with sadness.

At first, Dewey was still looking at the flying lake outside the window, but gradually he closed his eyes tiredly.

Zheng Luolai originally thought that if he was willing to be alone with her, he would have something to say.

Unexpectedly, this guy is still sleeping like a clockwork is broken.

But no matter what, it's good to be safe, there is always time for other things to be resolved.

Turning off the music and turning on the air conditioner, Zheng Luolai has been silently playing the role of the driver.

Who knows that not long after, Dewey suddenly raised his trembling hand and grabbed his arm, which made Zheng Luolai almost lose his grip on the steering wheel: "What are you doing?"

"Your car is getting worse and worse...I want to vomit..." Ermeng frowned and opened her eyes, her complexion as white as paper.

-

It is embarrassing for anyone to squat on the side of the road and vomit.

Fortunately, Dewey never cared about his image, not to mention that he couldn't get up because he was so uncomfortable at the moment.

Zheng Luolai dug out the mineral water from the trunk and gave it to him, then patted Ermeng on the back: "You didn't rest, okay?"

Dewey rinsed his mouth, stood up after a while and walked to the side of the road, frowned and said, "I haven't slept much, I always dream about Fang Yu."

The deceased was the oldest, Zheng Luolai remained silent.

Dewey breathed in the fresh air, and smiled strangely: "If you said that I was the one who died, how would you feel?"

Zheng Luolai had a headache: "I don't know."

Dewey glanced at him.

Zheng Luolai lit a cigarette: "Maybe I will go back to New York again, let's make a living."

Dewey was still watching him.

Zheng Luolai smirked, and asked in the smog: "What's the matter, do you think I will die for you?"

"I don't have this hope. Anyway, if you die now, I will still be alive." Dewey opened the door and whispered: "Maybe I dared to die with you a few years ago. It was so old at that time."

Zheng Luolai said, "You're pretty good now."

Dewey tilted his head in doubt.

Zheng Luolai bent his dark eyes: "Won't you have a long memory? If you suffer a loss, won't you stay away from me? Do you know what you said to your mother today?"

He was obviously smiling, but his expression was not very happy.

Dewey didn't answer, just asked: "Why do you go back to Beijing, why are you looking for me, why are you here?"

"Why do you say?" Zheng Luolai threw down the cigarette and stepped on it, and strode around to the car to sit down. The black windbreaker drew a decisive arc in the wind, and his tone was still teasing: "I'm full." I can support it, don't toss and feel uncomfortable."

Dewey stood by the car door, watching silently where he was not moving.

Zheng Luolai said: "Let's go, hurry up."

But Du Ermeng suddenly squatted on the ground and said loudly: "My stomach hurts!"

Zheng Luolai was stunned for two seconds, then had to go back and pat him on the back: "Stop talking nonsense, getting up...does it hurt?"

His hand was suddenly grabbed by Dewey, and then his whole body was hugged tightly by Dewey who got up suddenly.

"Come back because you never want to leave me?" Ermeng changed her serious tone: "Can you tell me why you insisted on abandoning me?"

Zheng Luolai was distracted for a moment, then smiled: "I'm really afraid that you dare to suffer with me, dare to die with me, you dare, I dare not."

Dewey gradually let go, staring at him blankly.

Zheng Luolai said: "I was terminally ill at the time."

"...Fuck." Dewey frowned, pushed him away and got into the car: "If you don't talk, don't talk, what nonsense, it's fun."

Zheng Luolai said: "Isn't it because you are lazy and a foodie, your brain is not working well, you know how to play and spend money, and you lack understanding..."

"Then where are you?!" Dewey became angry at what he said: "Do nothing but rely on the family, lustful, vain and irresponsible, cold-blooded, narrow-minded, drunk like a fool!"

After he finished speaking, he folded his hands and was depressed for a few seconds before looking at the hooligan who was still standing there smiling.

Ermeng's face froze for a moment, and hesitantly said: "You...you don't really have some disease, do you?"

Zheng Luolai changed the subject: "Why do two such rotten people want to be together?"

Dewey was in a hurry: "I'm asking you something!"

Zheng Luolai asked again: "Why do two such rotten people want to be together?"

"How the hell would I know." Dewey muttered impatiently, "It might be because no one wants to be with us."

Hearing his silly words, Zheng Luolai suddenly burst out laughing, the more he laughed, the harder he wanted to make up for the unhappiness he had left for so long.

Dewey was embarrassed and worried, flustered and suspicious, and didn't know what to say.

-

In fact, there is no perfect person in this world who is different from everyone else, but because I put the other person in my heart, I feel that only him and the love that only he participates in is meaningful.

There is no high or low in love, and there are no rules and conditions in love.

Maybe this is the only love left in the universe.

What a rare confusion.

So we suddenly met, if we don't muster up the courage to cherish, what else should we do?