Cuiyu Hutong

When Zhou Lianfeng arrived, Jiang Mo was already waiting in the morgue.

In front of him was the dead body of his uncle covered in a white cloth. It was cold and cold. It was no longer the uncle who used his big tongue, spoke indistinctly, but was very loud.

He was in a daze, almost like a walking corpse, without a sound.

The moment Zhou Lianfeng saw him, he even felt that his three souls had lost his seven souls, and the only thing left was the ability to pant and exhale.

He didn't realize that someone entered, let alone Zhou Lianfeng.

But the moment Zhou Lianfeng saw him, his heart ached to death——

Zhou Lianfeng was not short, but he curled up his whole body, as if leaning on his mother's womb, looking small and pitiful.

But this is supposed to be the way a child is most dependent on his mother, but when did Jiang Mo really have a "mother"?The sorrow and pity of his life were all caused by his mother, how could he really miss her?

He didn't know how to comfort Jiang Mo, so he just walked over and silently hugged Jiang Mo from behind.

Jiang Mo didn't seem to feel anything, he didn't move, let alone speak.

The two of them embraced like this.

Zhou Lianfeng's body carried the breath of wind and snow that he hurried back all the way, and the coolness made Jiang Mo's body shiver physiologically.He was wearing very thin clothes, and his upper and lower teeth were knocked together uncontrollably.

He kept shivering like this, but he still bit his lower lip tightly, the blood dripping from the bite, and he still refused to stop.

Uncle just lay there quietly, and Jiang Mo just sat there quietly.As for Zhou Lianfeng, he didn't say anything, but quietly accompanied him.

Zhou Lianfeng knew that it was useless to say anything to Jiang Mo now, the only thing he could do was to be with him, to spend this difficult time with him, until Jiang Mo spoke first.

The second hand is ticking, I don't know how long it has passed.

The morgue is even colder because of the freezer.

Zhou Lianfeng took off his coat which was still warm and put it on Jiang Mo, Jiang Mo finally reacted.He turned his head, and his bloodless lips were stained red with blood.

His eyes were full of red blood, but they were dry, and no tears could fall.He stared at Zhou Lianfeng in a daze for a long time, then he held his mouth shut and forced a smile: "Have you been here for a long time?"

Zhou Lianfeng hummed, and didn't say any more words.His eyes were deep, but he never left Jiang Mo for a moment.

Jiang Mo said again: "You can help me see if that is old uncle, okay?"

He spoke earnestly, with a touch of despair and hope in his voice.These emotions are pitifully intertwined, but they are also his last hope.

Zhou Lianfeng responded again, turned around and squeezed Jiang Mo's hand tightly.He walked slowly under the corpse covered by the white cloth, and slightly opened a small corner.

He also hoped that it wasn't the old uncle who was lying underneath, but the fact always gave someone a blow in the head.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Jiang Mo finally chuckled: "Sure enough, it's him, right..."

He narrowed his eyes and looked down at the ground.He just said sadly: "Brother Feng, I don't have an uncle anymore, no more..."

Zhou Lianfeng walked towards him quickly, squatted in front of him, and looked up at his lover from below.

Jiang Mo couldn't stop muttering: "Why? Everything is getting better, obviously now my feet are getting better, my uncle is going to recover, and I have you too. Why is it that when everything is getting better, my uncle can't see? "

His gaze firmly grasped Zhou Lianfeng, and asked again: "So...why?"

He really doesn't understand.

Obviously his uncle is so good, he has never done anything bad, and everything in this life is doing good deeds, but so many disasters always happen to him.

Maybe it really fulfilled the old saying: "Good people don't live long, but evils stay for thousands of years."

Jiang Mo gritted his teeth: "Why is it the old man who died, why not that crazy woman?!"

Zhou Lianfeng leaned in front of Jiang Mo's knees, and held Jiang Mo's hand tightly again.He coaxed Jiang Mo as if coaxing a child: "There are no holidays. Jiang Mo, have you ever read many novels? Uncle, he is a god who descended from the earth to go through calamities. After a lifetime of calamities, he will be promoted to a god and enjoy Qingfu is gone."

Jiang Mo knew that he was coaxing herself, but she completely believed it.

He would rather that everything Zhou Lianfeng said was true than that his old uncle would only have this lifetime of hard work and illness.

He turned his eyes to the corpse covered by the white cloth again, and said, "Yes, the old uncle went back to heaven to enjoy his happiness. He is obviously such a good person, and he deserves it."

He could accept the fact that his uncle had left, but he couldn't accept the fact that he had caused his uncle to leave——

If I hadn't been out of my uncle's sight because I didn't have a clear mind at the time, I wouldn't have been taken advantage of by that woman and had a chance to attack my uncle.

If it wasn't for her not being there, how could that woman really touch the old uncle?

Jiang Mo didn't know how to forgive himself, he quickly covered his face again.The eyes that I thought had been crying to the point of drying up, again dripped tears from between the fingers.

He murmured anxiously: "Brother Feng, if I hadn't been here... If I hadn't been here... If I hadn't..."

However, Zhou Lianfeng took his hand, looked at him quietly, and mentioned to him a secret that he had hidden in his heart for many years, and he didn't want to talk about it at all.

How much courage did he muster to tell others about it.But now facing Jiang Mo who was in such grief, he closed his eyes and opened them again, and said calmly: "Jiang Mo, do you know that this is the second time I have come to the mortuary and the second time I saw a close relative The one you love is covered with a white cloth."

Jiang Mo suddenly took his hands away and looked at Zhou Lianfeng in surprise.With trembling lips, he asked hesitantly, "Who is that...?"

"It's my mother." Zhou Lianfeng changed his position, rubbed his numb legs, and sat beside Jiang Mo.

"I vaguely remember, I told you about the power outage... It was very dark that day, and the lights in my house were not turned on. When I opened the door and entered, I saw her feet dangling in front of me." He said I dare not close my eyes, as if I can see that scene again once I close them.

He was also afraid to face it, but for Jiang Mo, he had to dig out this deeply buried matter from the bottom of his heart bit by bit, bloody, and confess it to Jiang Mo.

Jiang Mo licked his lips, but held Zhou Lianfeng's hand tightly again.

Zhou Lianfeng smiled to himself, against the background of the dim light, it was a soul-stirring beauty.

He opened his mouth softly, and said: "My mother committed suicide, and it was also for the house and for me..."

The author has something to say: The two of them are too empathetic

the same suffering, the same unwillingness

From now on, only the two of them, the lone gods of the devil, will cuddle up to each other for warmth.