chilling

After careful calculation, it has been the seventh year since Yu Qiuliang came here to burn paper on the second day of the first lunar month.Regardless of whether he saw his dead uncle in the seventh year or not, those sorrows and anger should be diluted by time, even if there are some regrets left, they are dispensable.This winter is no different from previous years. The pine trees are still green, the paper dust is still flying, and the people are still silent, but there are fewer people this year than in previous years.

Sadness and regret fade over time, as do weak relationships.Childish people are the least emotional. Their hearts can be broken at any time, and they can be glued together again at any time to form a whole.Unlike normal people, even though their hearts were broken, when the pieces gathered together again, the surface of the heart was smooth and there were no cracks inside, and it was completely impossible to tell that it had been broken once or more times.

Perhaps it is a good thing to be good at forgetting, and people who are good at forgetting rarely feel heartache.Yu Qiuliang added yellow paper to the brazier one by one, thinking about the past endlessly.In fact, after such a long time, he can't remember some details clearly. His deepest impression of Lu Huaiming has also become the posthumous photo on the table.After people die, they all turn into black and white photos like this, and Yu Qiuliang thought that he might be no exception—if he could die again.

The death of one of the husband and wife declares the end of this marriage. When a marriage ends, whether it is the man or the woman who remarries, it is their freedom and should not be blamed by others.Yu Qiuliang naturally didn't want to condemn anyone, but sometimes, when he saw the empty black wooden table and heard some unpleasant words, he still felt uncomfortable.

When the wind blows, the paper dust flies everywhere. They hang on the treetops and fly up to the roof, but they still can't hit the glass windows.Through the window, you can see rows of tall wooden frames, on which are black or white, red or green, and various urns are placed.From ancient times to modern times, human society has continued to develop, and the population has grown explosively. The living people need more land, and the dead people have less space.This is reasonable, the dead should never be allowed to occupy the land of the living, the living should not be allowed to work, and the living should not be allowed to eat and drink.It is said that the dead are the greatest, but in fact the highest status is still the living; the so-called "the dead are the greatest", but everyone chooses to say this in order to let some people accumulate some morals.

Yu Qiuliang knew what was going on, as did his parents, but they were different from Yu Qiuliang, their identities were embarrassing, so it was inconvenient to say.In the smoke and fire, Yu Qiuliang's eyes were sore from the smoke, he rubbed his eyes, coughed twice, and moved away from the brazier.The yellow paper is about to be burned, and the memorial ceremony has come to an end. No matter how much we miss and feel sad, it is impossible for modern people to keep vigil for the dead all their lives.

Yu Qiuliang stood up and patted the ashes on his trouser legs. He went into the backyard to burn paper alone. His parents couldn't stand the smoke, and it was unreasonable for him to let his younger brother come, so he could only burn paper for Lu Huaiming. up.To be honest, he didn't really want to come today, because he knew that Lu Huaiming stayed in the world in a different way. If he wanted, he could go out with Yu Xiasheng at any time to meet Lu Huaiming.

But he has to reassure his family, and he has to show his family that he hasn't forgotten.If even he forgets about it and doesn't mention it anymore, then there will be one less person who can speak for Lu Huaiming.Yu Qiuliang walked through the small door with his head down. Almost every time he passed by, his forehead would be hit by the door frame. After going back and forth, he finally developed a memory. Once he passed here, he would subconsciously lower his head.

For the dead, there is still due respect, even if they may not feel it.Yu Qiuliang walked through the short door, and finally looked back at the smoking brazier. Suddenly, beside the empty brazier, a figure holding a black umbrella appeared.

"..." Yu Qiuliang was speechless, he found that he could always find someone more nonsensical than him.He thought it would be funny enough for a person like him who made his own posthumous photos, but he didn't expect Lu Huaiming to be more interesting than him.

Lu Huaiming actually burned paper for himself in a serious manner.

There is a long distance from the front hall. Yu Qiuliang felt that his father and mother might worship their ancestors in the front hall, and they would not notice that he was stranded in the backyard and had not returned for a long time. Slid through the middle of the door.Lu Huaiming knew he was there, and when he saw him coming, he didn't even lift his head, but shook the black umbrella as a greeting.

The people in the backyard dispersed in twos and threes, Yu Qiuliang looked at no one around, and said quietly: "Why are you burning paper for yourself, you have nothing to do?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he wanted to slap himself.This moment is the most suitable for sensationalism. Doesn't he ask for a fight when he says such a thing?Sure enough, he saw the black umbrella shake violently, and Lu Huaiming seemed to roll his eyes under the cover of the umbrella.

Yu Qiuliang laughed and tried to make amends: "Do you want me to bring you something and you burn it yourself? Do you want a horse or a cow, a villa or a luxury car?"

"Ha." Lu Huaiming raised the black umbrella a little higher, and raised his chin at Yu Qiuliang, "Shut up."

"Oh." Yu Qiuliang shut up obediently, and squatted in front of the brazier with Lu Huaiming.He noticed that Lu Huaiming was wearing a pair of black gloves, which seemed to be of the same material as the huge black umbrella. These gloves seemed not afraid of fire, and Lu Huaiming actually wore them to touch the flames in the pot.Ghosts are afraid of flames. Yu Qiuliang once burned three ghosts with fire. He still knows this. If he hadn't noticed that Lu Huaiming was wearing gloves, he might be screaming now, thinking that Lu Huaiming is a mouse catching a cat looking for excitement.

Lu Huaiming fiddled with the tongue of fire in the basin, turning his head to look at Yu Qiuliang from time to time.Every time he looked at Yu Qiuliang, Yu Qiuliang happened not to be looking at him, and the eyes of both sides never met, unexpectedly avoiding embarrassment.Yu Qiuliang stared at the brazier, his eyes were dazed by the flames, he was thinking, the fire is too bright, it is dangerous at first sight, why would there be flying insects willingly jumping into the fire?

Not long after, Yu Qiuliang figured it out again.He knows that fire is dangerous because he has been burned by flames before, and he knows what the fire will produce when it burns on his body, but the flying insects don't know that they only have one chance to touch the flame in their life, and once they touch it, they will be wiped out and smashed to pieces .God doesn't give the flying insects another chance, they are unfortunate.

Similarly, in many cases, humans do not have a chance to do it all over again. In this regard, nature is extremely fair.It is too fair, assigning the same fate to sentient beings as to non-sentimental ones, without ever considering whether the former will be sentimental by it.Yu Qiuliang blinked, then turned to look at Lu Huaiming suddenly, and asked the question that had been accumulated in his heart for many years: "Do you regret it now?"

"Is it useful to regret?" Lu Huaiming lowered his head, and took a twig to fiddle with the ashes on the bottom of the basin.He looked focused, not as if he was picking ashes, but as if he was looking for gold sand.Yu Qiuliang's legs were numb from squatting, he moved, changed his position, and waited for Lu Huaiming to continue talking, he knew that Lu Huaiming hadn't finished speaking.

"Do you know what an adult is?" The remaining sparks in the ashes gradually extinguished, and Lu Huaiming threw away the twigs, propped his knees in one hand, and held the umbrella in the other, and slowly stood up.Yu Qiuliang hurriedly stood up with him, and at the same time answered honestly: "I don't know."

He really doesn't know.The difference between adults and minors seems to be limited to the age difference of those few years.Yu Qiuliang only knows that there are differences between people, and the differences between people may be very large, but he can't find the difference between adults and minors at all, because he always believes that a person's character is different from his personality. Age doesn't matter.

However, what Lu Huaiming wants to talk to him about today is not a person's character, nor a person's age.Lu Huaiming was just asking him: Do you know what an adult is?

"Tell me, what do you think an adult is?" Lu Huaiming held a black umbrella and looked at the sky from the edge of the umbrella. The sky seemed to be very low, and the blue curtain was drawn at a height within his reach.He had the leisure to look at the sky, but Yu Qiuliang didn't have the time. The questions he posed were difficult to answer. Yu Qiuliang felt that he became very philosophical after his death, and liked to talk about the truth of life more than when he was alive.

Probably Lu Huaiming only had time to think about these issues after his death.When he was alive, he had to work around for his life every day, and of course he had no chance to think about other issues.Yu Qiuliang's eyes wandered all over the place. He had no clue about the question Lu Huaiming gave him. After thinking for a long time, he faltered and replied: "Adults, that is, they should be older."

As if he had expected him to answer this way, Lu Huaiming laughed again, and after a while, he continued: "Adults generally have much richer social experience than minors, just like what you said Similarly, adults are older, so they have more experience. More experience, more knowledge, people have to be more stable, responsible for their own decisions. This is the adult. I say that, Can you understand?"

"Oh... Yes." Yu Qiuliang said in a low voice, "You just say that you don't regret it, and you still talk so much."

"Think others talk too much?" Lu Huaiming lightly turned the handle of the umbrella, "You will understand later."

The huge black umbrella spun three times, and Lu Huaiming suddenly disappeared.A piece of yellow paper suddenly flew out from the dead branches and leaves, and it landed in front of Qiuliang impartially. Two words were written on the paper with a gel pen: sorry.

These two words...

Yu Qiuliang suddenly remembered that Yu Xiasheng often apologized to him.

So, did these old things hide something from him?