dead person

When the last ray of bright color in the sky was swallowed up, Du Wenlong nervously turned on all the lights in the house.

Wrapped in a thick quilt, he buried his whole body in the quilt like a quail, covering his ears with his hands, unwilling to listen to the cry that would sound at an unknown time.

After a while, his body was covered with stinky sweat.But at the moment outside the courtyard, it was still quiet.

Maybe, she won't come tonight.

Or maybe I have been too flustered in recent days and have hallucinations, and it may not be all right today.

After listening carefully for a while, and making sure that he didn't hear any sound, Du Wenlong pushed the quilt off his body and sat up on his knees.

He sat in the middle of the bed, looking at the empty house and felt a little empty in his heart.Suddenly, he thought of his wife Tan Xianglai who had been away from home for many years.

Du Wenlong just thought it was a little ridiculous, how could he think of her?She is Du Wenlong's great enemy in this life. If she hadn't been born as a loser, he would definitely win back the favor of his parents.

Since he was a child, because he was the elder brother, he had to give way to Wenhu in everything.Just because Wenhu is young, and because he can play tricks, he can't keep the last thing he owns.

At the beginning, every time I bought something, my parents would buy two copies, one for each person.Later, he was endlessly persuading him to be more sensible as an elder brother, and to be humble.

He gritted his teeth and endured it for so many years, and after so many years of giving up, he finally let Wenhu be raised into such an annoying temperament.

Finally, his parents began to be a little dissatisfied with him, and Wen Hu was not as good as him in the beginning even when he married a daughter-in-law.After all, at that time, Tan Xiang's reputation as a virtuous person was well known to everyone in all towns and villages.

As for that guy Xie Changlan, his reputation for being pungent is comparable.When two people like Du Wenhu get together, they are a perfect match.

But unfortunately, Tan Xiang's stomach was not up to snuff, and she gave birth to a daughter.What's the use of a girl, can she beat Wen Hu's young son with a thick head and a tiger head?

The thing that was about to be won back with great difficulty was regained by Du Wenhu just like that.He just watched helplessly as his parents moved their daughter's toys to Wen Hu's house one by one, and held them in front of his nephew.

And his girl didn't cry, she just grabbed the corner of his clothes and looked at him eagerly with red eyes.Every time, he turned his head away and used the words that he hated all his life to persuade his daughter.

"My brother is still young, you are my elder sister, so let him go."

Every time, under his gaze, she reluctantly let go, sniffed and swallowed her grievances and smiled at him: "Dad, don't be angry, I will never talk to you again." My brother is fighting for these."

After that, his nephew liked more and more things, demanding more and more each time, and he seemed to get used to it gradually.I am used to the nagging of my parents, and I always remember to bring a gift for my nephew every time I go out.

As for his girl, it seemed that she gradually didn't like anything.Even the jumping light in his eyes was gradually extinguished.

On the night when he found out about it, he tossed and turned in the middle of the night and finally understood one thing.

That is, maybe this is good, when she grows up in the future, she will definitely understand him.What's more, she won't get any more injuries like this.

But something was wrong with his well-known and virtuous daughter-in-law, and she always quarreled with him in the name of her daughter.Even the toys and objects that have been given away can be snatched back from Wen Hu's house like a shrew.

When Wen Hu and his wife went home and cried, his parents rushed to their house when they heard the news, took more things from the house and sent them to Wen Hu, and sent them to their precious grandson.

Tan Xiang quarreled with him relentlessly, and things at home were thrown over and over again, no matter how hard he tried, she didn't seem to listen.

He talked too much, Tan Xiang just hugged her daughter and turned her back to him, crying silently with her shoulders twitching.

One side is parents, the other side is his wife and children.He felt that he was living a life like purgatory, and even began to envy his useless younger brother.Even if the younger sister-in-law is more aggressive, she still has one heart with him, right?

Unlike my own...

As they quarreled, the girl's words became less and less.Du Wenlong couldn't remember how long it had been since she called him Abba softly.He knew that the other children in the village laughed at the way she called him.

But he knew, he always knew.

At that time, in the TV series she watched every day after school, there was a little girl who was about her age.Whenever that little girl feels wronged and sad, as long as she yells "Daddy" with red eyes, she will be hugged by her father and held high, and her giggling laughter can be heard all over the yard.

But, doesn't she already dislike those things?She was also the one who took the initiative to pass things over every time my brother opened his mouth.

Could it be that she is also wronged?

Du Wenlong couldn't remember how long these depressing days had passed, he just felt that he and Tan Xiang were exhausted from the quarrel, and all the things that could be dropped in the house had been dropped.Later, my parents came to the house even less, so they simply moved to Wen Hu's house to live together.

Until later, his nephew died suddenly.

At that time, his parents seemed to think of his little girl.In addition to appeasing the emotions of Wenhu and his wife, in the rest of the day, he would always take some time to visit them and bring some snacks for the little girl.

In that kind of relationship, there is a certain distance between intimacy and estrangement.

He was happy to see all this, and he couldn't empathize with how uncomfortable his nephew's death was.After his nephew died, everything he wanted seemed to come back to him. What else could he be dissatisfied with?

A few days later, when it was time to go to the market, he had a rare good face and called Tan Xiang to go out together.He still remembered that Tan Xiang chose a lot of dolls and other things that day, all of which were liked by colorful girls. He didn't understand much, so he just followed behind and paid.

At the beginning, Tan Xiang was fine, with a happy face.Later, the backpack he was carrying was filled with those gadgets, but Tan Xiang talked less and less, and did not continue to stroll on the remaining two avenues.

When he got home that day, he pretended to be mysterious and called his daughter, covered her eyes with a cloth strip, and made an appointment to let her see it when he shouted to remove it.

He piled all the trinkets he bought on the small table in front of her, and after they were neatly arranged, he adjusted the positions of the two dolls before calling her to take down the cloth strip in front of her. .

Up to now, he still remembers the look on his daughter's face at that time.

She first looked at those in disbelief, and then looked at him with some trepidation. After he nodded, she stretched out her hand carefully and touched a little rabbit doll in front of her.

He watched her hands touch those gadgets carefully one by one, and finally her hands paused in the air, all the half-closed fingers were released, and they were retracted neatly and hidden behind her back.

She looked at him with red eyes like many years ago, and her lips pursed again and again.

He thought that she would call him "Abba" softly like she had done for many years, but she blinked her eyes and burst into tears.

She bit her lip, refusing to cry, and stubbornly still looked at him with red eyes, her face was wet with tears, and tears rolled down the front of her chest.

Tan Xiang stood slantingly at the door, pushed away him who looked back at her helplessly, stepped forward and hugged his stubborn daughter.The little girl who hadn't spoken to him for a long time burst into tears.

There was a cry louder than a cry, and I was out of breath.

"Father... so you know..."

"Father, it's too late...it's too late..."

"That's too late……"

Since then, his life seems to have changed a little bit, and it seems like nothing has changed.The gadgets he bought back were all randomly stuffed into the cabinet by his daughter.Only the small and unremarkable little rabbit was hidden in the schoolbag she carried every day.

He saw it, but dared not ask.

He was afraid, afraid that she would call him Abba again like that time, cry like that time and say it was too late.

How could it be too late?Back then he always thought that way.The days are still so long, they still have plenty of opportunities.Until, not long after, that day he never waited for her to come back.

No matter how long he waited, he never waited for her to come back.Later, when the people in the village brought back a corpse and said it was her, he felt relieved for a moment.All those depressions and pains will disappear with her.

Then, he slapped himself in front of everyone.It's just that he didn't find the little rabbit among her belongings.

Later, Wen Hu and his wife often came over with their parents, persuading them to open more, and to get another one while they were still young.

Yes, what if the next one is a son?Thinking of this, he felt that life seemed to be full of hope again.But he didn't think about it. As soon as he said it, Tan Xiang went crazy and wanted a divorce.

divorce?How can it be?Then he, Du Wenlong, would not be poked in the back by the people in the village.He naturally refused, but Tan Xiang was very stubborn that time. Seeing that he refused, she packed up her things and ran away from home.

She never returned to her natal home, and no one knew where she had gone.

Du Wenlong knelt on the bed, his eyes fixed on the cabinet containing the daughter's gadgets.He has never opened that cabinet until now, and he has heard the crying for so many days.He had never heard that voice calling him daddy like that day.

That kind of pain made his heart sting to the point of suffocation, and he felt a pain he couldn't bear to live.

Yes, he has a guilty conscience.If there is still a chance, he must...

How will it be?Before he could think of such a long-term future, the voice of someone talking sounded in his ear.This time, it was no longer the kind of crying that was near and far away.

It was a little girl speaking with a smile and frustration.

The little girl smiled first, and then said: "My last wish is to hope that my father and the others will stop arguing."

Speaking of this, the little girl's voice lowered, and she spoke again with a bit of disappointment: "It would be enough if I could fulfill one more little wish of mine. I hope that my father, he, can hug me."

"I used to think that father didn't understand those things, and that what my brother took away from me was what I liked, until that day..."

"But, it's too late. My heart has long since died in the midst of gaining and losing again and again. It seems that I can't repair it no matter what..."

"It's too late..."

Du Wenlong's ears are full of the sound of father and the repeated cycle of too late.He covered his ears but couldn't stop those words from getting into his eardrums. He wanted to cry bitterly, but remembered that he seemed to have forgotten his daughter's name.

Wang Changlin, who was standing outside the door, listened indifferently to the cries of the old man in the room, took out the little rabbit from his pocket, opened the door a crack and threw it in.

Then, he heard the footsteps of the man turning over and getting out of bed, and loud wailing from the room.He lowered his head, pulled the door lock on the side, locked the door of the room, turned around and entered the kitchen of Du Wenlong's house.

He took a few dead branches from the kitchen and set them ablaze at the door, and then he retreated to the middle of the yard, watching with cold eyes that such a weak small flame grew bigger and bigger in the wind, and finally it was enough to start a prairie fire.

There were banging on the door and heart-piercing shouts in the room. He turned around and walked out of the yard as if he hadn't heard it, and sat on the threshold outside the courtyard door.

Behind him, there is a fire that soars into the sky.

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The author has something to say:

I feel like this chapter is a bit off track.

Forget it, take a knife.