Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Xiao Jing night held back a afternoon of tears, can't help but brush down, down the cheek.

In his heart, the high wall that he thought was indestructible collapsed, obliterating all the auspicious pictures of the past below, and the masts and oars were destroyed.

"Brother..." he cried in a trembling voice, and his calf began to tremble. "Don't talk like that, I'm afraid."

Xiao Jingyan's finger with the cigarette trembled slightly. The movement was very light, almost invisible.

But he soon regained his original calm. He shakes gently and calmly. He dusts the ash into the garbage can and says, "what are you afraid of? I thought my brother had grown up to be an independent adult. How could he be afraid of talking to me now?"

He has always been the type of unsmiling and laughing. As soon as the scornful words passed through his mouth, they were poisoned like a sharp dagger, and the killing power instantly increased several times.

Xiao Jingye tried to hold his brother's shoulder several times. His fingers stretched and shrunk. After several twists and turns, he finally failed to lift it up and could only barely hold a corner of the wall.

Even his teeth are soft and sour, and he can't use the strength to bite. When he speaks, his throat seems to be blocked by thick sticky phlegm, "brother, Dad... Dad, he..."

"I just signed the confirmation of death." Xiao Jingyan interrupted his words without expression. He seemed to be impatient with his brother's hesitation. "The funeral is already arranged."

When the words death and funeral burst into Xiao Jingye's ears, the last nerve in his mind was suddenly broken, and the twinkling light in his eyes faded away. It was like a meteor hanging high in the sky. When he accidentally deviated from the course, he fell into a deep black hole, which was torn into countless small pieces, and no trace could be found.

He was shaking all over. After a long time, he said with difficulty, "is the funeral going to be arranged so soon? I haven't gone to see him yet. He is... "

"People are freezing in the mortuary, cabinet 62. If you want to see it, you'd better take advantage of this evening. Tomorrow I'm going to take people home. The funeral should be held the day after tomorrow. It's an earth burial, with Jing Yu."

He gently took another puff of smoke, slowly and lengthily spit out the bluish white fog, "it's good that you can take care of yourself there. My father always talked about Jingyu before, and now we can finally see him."

He said these words lightly, in a flat tone, just like a primary school student reading the text. He couldn't hear any happy or sad feelings in the mechanical spelling of syllables.

Hearing this, Xiao Jingye felt a little numb and said in disbelief, "that's it?"

Xiao Jingyan glanced at him from the corner of his eye. There was a little cold sweat on his temples. Instead of answering, he asked, "what else do you want?"

Xiao Jingye is speechless.

Yeah, what else does he want?

I still want to quarrel with Xiao Zhan, listen to his scolding, stare at him, and

At least let him watch himself settle down, watch himself get married and have children, and hear the next generation of children call him grandfather.

This kind of thing is the most can't think about, think about will not end, into endless sadness.

There are so many things that I want to say and do with him. Although there are all kinds of contradictions in my mouth, that person still occupies an unshakable position in my heart. His name is father.

Xiao Jingye did not dare to continue to think, forced to tear the mood gradually back to reality.

Xiao Jingyu didn't even lift her eyelids. She coldly hooked the corners of her lips and squeezed out a light hiss from the thin two lips. "Talk about it."

Xiao Jing night Leng for a moment, did not respond, "say what?"