love is like life

After getting off the plane, Fu Yasheng took the bus and made a phone call at the plaza where taxis were available.

"Uncle, do you have a car in Leshan now?" Fu Misheng was dusty and his hair was messed up, "Yes, I'm going home, it's fine, I'll take care of it here, please."

Fu Yasheng stood in the square, looking around, not knowing what he could do now.

She really wanted to find a place to comfort herself, but only she could hold it up. Thinking of her mother and younger brother, she felt anxious like burning charcoal, but she had to calm down.

Fu Yasheng went to the shopping mall in the square to eat some food, bought a whole set of black clothes, and tidied herself up briefly.

She just came out of the clothing store when she received the driver's call.

"Master, wait for me, I have a meal in the mall." Fu Misheng walked out of the mall with a bag and a backpack on his back.

When I went out, I saw the white van parked at the door, and a man in black short-sleeved leaned next to him smoking a cigarette. When he looked up, he squeezed out the cigarette butt when he saw her.

"Fu Yayoi! Hurry up!"

Fu Yasheng hurried over and found out that he was an acquaintance after getting into the car.

"Zhao Mingyu? Why are you in Leshan now?" Fu Misheng asked Zhao Mingyu panting.

Zhao Mingyu is no longer what he used to be. Now he is dressed in black, his T-shirt is tightly squeezed by his muscles, and he pulls his hand with bulging veins, full of masculine aggression.

"I'm back for the exam." Zhao Mingyu tilted his head, pointed at the seat belt, opened the drawer to show it, and then went back, "Fasten the seat belt, there are snacks in the front drawer, sleep if you're not hungry."

After Fu Yasheng fastened her seat belt, Zhao Mingyu lowered her position a little.

"Come on for the next road." Zhao Mingyu paused, but didn't say what he wanted to say, "Although I can't comfort you, live a good life."

Fu Yasheng closed her eyes and could take a little rest.

"Thank you, it's great to have you all." Fu Misheng thought of his younger brother, "Fatty Fu gained a lot in our house."

Zhao Mingyu chuckled lightly: "It's a delicious food, so I'll send it to your home and eat you up."

Fu Yasheng also evoked a faint smile, "Sleeping."

Zhao Mingyu didn't speak, started the car and left.

Fu Yasheng couldn't fall asleep, but fell asleep lightly, he could still hear Zhao Mingyu humming, and he could smell the car.

The dream of being in the mourning hall, one could see that picture as soon as one closed his eyes, was so real that Fu Yasheng frowned and wanted to cry.

But in front of outsiders, Fu Yasheng could only tilt his head, gently covered his eyes with his right hand, pretending to be illuminated by the light, and quietly wiped away the tears in the corners of his eyes.

"To protect our home."

It would be nice to hear this sentence again.

dad.

Fu Yasheng fell into a drowsy state like this, with her right hand kept on the side of her face, unconsciously wiping away tears, the cuffs of her new clothes were soaked around.

Zhao Mingyu drove for three hours to get home. The town here is not connected to the highway with L City. It was around 06:30 in the evening, and it was almost seven o'clock before he arrived at the door of Fu Yasheng's house.

There was nothing outside the community, Suona and Xiaotiebo were heard from the gymnasium, Zhao Mingyu sat in the car, turned off the engine, watched Fu Misheng tremble suddenly, and opened his eyes.

"It's here?" Fu Yasheng said in a daze, "I'll give you money, don't look for it."

"Yeah, your brother didn't even ask me for tuition fees, so you want to give me money? What? We're not friends?" Zhao Mingyu patted her, took a bag from the back seat and gave it to Fu Yasheng, "This one is for you I bought food and worked hard at night."

Fu Yasheng also withdrew the hand that gave him the money, took the things Zhao Mingyu bought, put on his backpack and got out of the car.

"Thank you."

"I'll come and take a look tomorrow." Zhao Mingyu said as he watched Fu Misheng get out of the car and was about to close the door.

Fu Yasheng nodded, closed the door firmly, turned around and went to the bottom of the gymnasium.

When Fu Misheng went down, he saw Fu Dongsheng smoking at the bottom of the stairs, the sparks between his fingers were bright and dark.

When Fu Dongsheng heard the sound, he turned around and saw Fu Yasheng, who was full of travel and dust, with tears on his face, his fingers trembled, and the cigarette butt fell down, smashing out a few small sparks.

"Sister, go in and see Dad." Fu Dongsheng stomped out the cigarette butt, picked it up, put it in his pocket, and went up the side stairs.

Fu Yasheng also hurried down the stairs and turned to the mourning hall.

As soon as she entered, Fu Yasheng's eyes suddenly darkened, she covered her head, and took a few steps back. She couldn't imagine that her father was gone like this.

Fu Zheng's body is not here, he signed the organ donation agreement early, this place is just a mourning hall for burning paper.

The posthumous photo in the middle of the wreath is just like in Fu Yasheng's dream, it is a photo of wearing a police uniform, not the one at the police station, and there is a small photo frame next to it, which is Fu Zheng's favorite smiling photo.

Gao Huimin did what he found most interesting.

Gao Huimin sat between her grandmother and other female relatives, her eyes glazed over, with a wry smile on her face, holding a thick stack of yellow paper in her hand, two or three sheets were lit in the brazier, and then the track was at the bottom.

Grandpa seldom came to the town. He didn't expect that it was because of his son's sacrifice after a few years. He stood beside the group of people beating gongs and drums, chewing the leaf tobacco that he had broken up.

Wives lose husbands, parents lose children, children lose fathers.

Three generations gathered together in silence.

Fu Yasheng handed the things to Fu Dongsheng, walked towards grandpa silently, patted his back that was bent due to old age, and helped him to sit at the table beside Gao Huimin.

"Go and talk to your father." Gao Huimin was already very strong, she finished all the previous tasks by herself, and waited for relatives to come one after another.

The saddest time has passed, and now there is only an empty coldness filling her heart, and only her family can make her persist, there are old and young, and there is nothing left to let go.

Fu Yasheng went over and kowtowed three times in front of her father's photo, then stood up and lit three incense sticks: "I told you, don't rush, rest, take a leave..."

He also took a small stack of yellow paper from the table where the photos of the deceased were placed, sat on the mat, and burned two or three sheets in the small brazier in front of the table.

"Dad, you have a bad personality..." Fu Yasheng put a few pieces of paper into the basin and burned them.

"I thought you were the most responsible person in the family."

"As a result, we threw it away and ran away."

After Fu Yasheng watched the paper ignited, the black and red burning edge spread rapidly upwards, and he slowly stuffed it into the brazier when it was almost burned.

"What? How many blessings do you want to enjoy in your next life?"

"Your dear wife, dear daughter, and that talented son who paints, don't you want it?"

As Fu Yasheng spoke, his nose got sore, and he slumped on the mat, unable to get up.

She looked at Fu Zheng's photo, and the more she looked at it, the more she couldn't believe it. This could be her father. Her father exercises every day. He is healthy and agile. How could he sacrifice...

Fu Yasheng lowered her head, her tears fell on the mat, making a watermark the size of a soybean.

The real feeling of Fu Zheng leaving was that her finger was burned and suddenly appeared.

It's as if the giant screen has just been opened, and all the stories are printed into reality.

But the more this is the case, the less you can show an overly childish look.

Fu Yasheng raised her head to look at her mother whose face was flushed red and her hair was messy, then at her grandmother next to her, her clothes looked empty, and then at her grandfather whose back became curved and his stature became short, finally turned his eyes to It landed on Fu Dongsheng outside.

There is no one she can rely on anymore...

A person flashed in Fu Yasheng's mind, but she couldn't think about it.

In the next few days, Fu Misheng took Fu Dongsheng to handle most of the matters. Their father was not buried in the cemetery of his hometown, but in the martyr's cemetery.

Gao Huimin gave Fu Misheng and Fu Dongsheng each a small necklace.

"Your father is inside." Gao Huimin took some ashes, put them in a small bottle, and hung them on three necklaces, "Put it wherever you want, as a souvenir."

Gao Huimin's necklace was covered by her collar, and Fu Zheng's things were put away by her, worried that some relatives would say that she would throw them away.

Fu Yasheng put the necklace in her bag, and Fu Dongsheng put it on quietly.

After the past few days, Gao Huimin still couldn't accept this reality, neither could the two children. After the funeral, when the three of them ate at home, they would look at the door after the meal. At this time, Fu Zheng should come back from overtime.

But no one ever came back.

On the other side, An Shaomeng also received a call from the Public Security Bureau.

"Mengmeng, your uncle is gone."

An Shaomeng was sitting alone in the dormitory room when she heard the bad news suddenly, but she really settled down very quickly.

"Uncle, where are my brother and aunt?"

"An Qinglan, we've sent it to a safe place. Your Aunt Sun is on a business trip."

"That's good. Be careful. I'm in country K now. It may take two to three days to come back."

"Did you know something?"

"Uncle is gone. There is only one possibility." An Shaomeng threw the few personal belongings into the suitcase and packed them. "My father ran out and got out of prison to take revenge."

"Don't come back, he just wants to catch you, we will catch you as soon as possible."

"Without bait, how can I catch a big fish, and my brother must be very scared, let An Qinglan tell me about it." What An Shaomeng is most worried about is An Qinglan.

"Wait a moment."

After a while, An Shaomeng heard heavy breathing, it was An Qinglan.

"Qinglan, don't be afraid, sister will be back soon."

"Sister, I don't have a father anymore."

"My sister doesn't have a father anymore, you still have a sister."

"I want revenge." An Qinglan cried with forbearance, gritting her teeth.

An Shaomeng looked at the lights across the river, and said to An Qinglan, "My sister will let you see."

After hanging up the phone, An Shaomeng sat on the ground frustrated, looking at the messy luggage, thinking of how that person held her hostage, kicked the box open.

"This time, you will definitely die." An Shaomeng's eyes were full of madness, "I will never let you destroy my home again."

An Shaomeng booked a ticket for tonight and called her Korean agent.

"Run, something happened to my family, can the contract time here be extended later? I want to go back and lie down." An Shaomeng called and pulled the suitcase, "I'm going back now, sorry for your trouble, come back Please eat."

"I'm going back to fix a little thing."

Hatred burst into An Shaomeng's eyes.

"I'm going to get rid of my dad."

The author has something to say:

I will write about An Shaomeng in the extra episode