This gentleman is a bit miserable

Musashi's body fell vertically from the sky above the building, hitting the asphalt road heavily.Dark red blood seeped out from the corpse, forming gullies like a dense map, the passers-by around screamed, Mao Ruijie hurriedly got down from the building, went outside, and what was seen in front of the curtain was Musashi's fallen body. A horrible corpse.

The police comforted the frightened people and pulled up the cordon. The piercing siren of the ambulance was too noisy to make people quiet down. Wang Wei stared at Musashi's body dumbfounded. If Mao Ruijie hadn't reminded him, Wang Wei would have forgotten to close his mouth. stand up.

"I didn't know he could really dance," Wang Wei said.

Mao Ruijie said: "Do you think he stood up just to show off, or let us pay attention to him, looking for a sense of presence?"

Wang Wei lowered his head and was about to cry: "I'm sorry, I thought you were going to call the police."

Mao Ruijie didn't know what to say, and there were many errors in eye contact. The direct consequence of this incident was the death of his best friend.

Police asked if anyone knew the deceased, and investigators emptied Musashi's pockets, but failed to find anything identifying him, no ID, no driver's license.

Mao Ruijie left sadly, he didn't want to talk about Musashi with the police, Wang Wei chased after him, and the two of them had already reached a remote place.

"You left just like that?" Wang Wei said in astonishment.

Mao Ruijie said: "If I can revive Musashi by stopping there, people will say that there is an extra statue in front of the building."

Wang Wei said, "I'm sorry."

Mao Ruijie took out a cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit it with a lighter. The embers of a cigarette in the dark night were particularly conspicuous. "I might have to think about it again."

"Think about what?" Wang Wei asked.

"Our relationship." Mao Ruijie said, "This happened, I want to live alone for a while, let's talk about it."

Wang Wei threw himself into Mao Ruijie's arms, "I don't want to. I know that Musashi's death made you very sad, but we need to face him instead of running away. Let's face this difficulty together."

Mao Ruijie smoked for a long time, and the sparks were about to burn to the end of the cigarette. Mao Ruijie made a choice and he agreed.The two returned to the scene holding hands. Mao Ruijie told the police officer that the deceased was his best friend. After the police investigated the ins and outs, they only closed the case as suicide.

Mao Ruijie took away Musashi's body and chose a cemetery for burial. Both Wang Wei and Mao Ruijie were very sad. This incident brought great sadness to Mao Ruijie and cast a shadow over their relationship.

People in the orphanage said that Mao Ruijie was too depressed. Mao Ruijie knew that this was not only bad for himself, but also bad for the people around him. Unhappiness was also contagious. Mao Ruijie saw a psychologist, actively participated in treatment, and even participated in the Widows Self-Help.

Hearing other people's sad stories at the meeting, Mao Ruijie even got some comfort. Lying on the bed in the middle of the night, the familiar Musashi was no longer there, but his favorite Wang Wei. That night, Mao Ruijie said to himself: " Maybe we should get married."

Wang Wei replied, "Of course."

The busyness and joy of marriage dilutes the grief of the death of a friend. In the season of golden autumn and red maple blooming, Mao Ruijie and Wang Wei entered the palace of marriage. The priest asked Mao Ruijie if he would like to stay with Wang Wei forever.

"Of course." Mao Ruijie replied without the slightest hesitation.

After getting married, Mao Ruijie was no longer sad, but regretful.

A few years later, Mao Ruijie's first child will be born.

Wang Wei was pregnant, so she quit her job as an insurance actuary and recuperated at home day and night.Mao Ruijie handed over the affairs of the orphanage to the deputy director, and only considered some extremely important matters, otherwise he would stay at home and accompany Wang Wei.

Mao Ruijie was looking forward to the birth of the child with all his heart. He thought about what name he should give the child, but he searched the dictionary and Mao Ruijie couldn't find one he liked.

Wang Wei advised Mao Ruijie not to be in a hurry, sometimes such things would have a flash of inspiration, and he would naturally know what to name it.Mao Ruijie put down the dictionary and hugged Wang Wei into his arms. The sun shone in and bathed the two of them.

Mao Ruijie only hoped that the years would be so peaceful.

Nine months later, the child was born, a healthy, white, strong boy.

Mao Ruijie was very excited, holding his son in his arms, he couldn't help wanting to kiss him.

He rubbed his head, but he still couldn't think of any name for nine months. Wang Wei said weakly on the hospital bed, "Let's call him Mao Qingze."

"No." Mao Ruijie refused, and his words did not give Wang Wei any room for excuse.

"Why not?" Wang Wei said, "After so many years, you still haven't forgotten him, have you? Since you can't forget him, why don't you remember him? It seems that if you forget him, he doesn't exist anymore."

"He has always lived in my heart." Mao Ruijie said.

Wang Wei said: "Call him Qing Ze, so that he will still live in your hands."

In this way, Mao Ruijie's child was named Mao Qingze, because of this name, Mao Ruijie's feelings for Mao Qingze were not only father and son, Mao Ruijie even regarded him as a friend, and respected his son's choice everywhere.

Until his son grew up safely, at the age of five, Mao Ruijie led Mao Qingze to walk in the park. Mao Qingze looked at Mao Ruijie with immature and curious eyes: "Dad, is there any allusion to my name? Everyone else in my class has the same name. There is an allusion, there is a little girl Xia Hong, because it rained heavily when she was born, after she was born, the rain cleared and the sky left a rainbow, so she was named this. Then why am I called Qing Ze?"

Mao Ruijie was caught up in the question, he didn't want to tell the whole story, but he couldn't be perfunctory, Mao Qingze would break the casserole and ask the end of everything, Mao Ruijie absolutely couldn't stand him asking again and again, so Mao Ruijie told Mao Qingze, and he would tell him tomorrow.

That night, Mao Ruijie and Wang Wei searched allusions, poems, and searched a lot on the Internet, but they didn't agree, so they thought of making up a story again.But things didn't go as smoothly as expected, either Mao Ruijie vetoed Wang Wei, or Wang Wei was dissatisfied with Mao Ruijie, and finally Wang Wei proposed: tell the truth.

Mao Ruijie acquiesced.

At breakfast the next day, a family of three sat at the dining table.

Mao Qingze probably expected that his father would tell him the origin of his name, his eyes were filled with anticipation, Mao Ruijie felt a little guilty, maybe the final truth would disappoint Mao Qingze, Mao Ruijie couldn't bear to let his beloved son down.

Wang Wei said, "Did you ask Dad about the origin of your name yesterday?"

"Yes, yes," Mao Qingze said in a naive tone, "don't tell me that I got it after someone else's name. There is a person in our community whose mother was watching Wu Zetian when she was about to give birth, and her name is Li Zetian is gone."

"..."

Wang Wei said, "Qingze, I may have disappointed you."

Mao Ruijie said, "I'll take you to a place."

Wang Wei hurriedly cleared the table, Mao Ruijie drove Mao Qingze and Wang Wei, the car was driving on the expressway, Mao Qingze stood in the back seat, looking through the car window at the row upon row of buildings and towering green trees outside.

"Sit down and fasten your seat belt," Wang Wei said.

"Where are we going?" Mao Qingze asked.

Not long after, the car stopped, Mao Ruijie led Mao Qingze to a cemetery, Mao Qingze trembled when he saw it. "who?"

"A friend of my parents." Wang Wei said, her tone was gentle, trying to reduce Mao Qingze's panic.

Mao Qingze looked at the surrounding cemeteries. Some of the tombstones had a bunch of chrysanthemums that were about to wither, and some were some fruits. When he came to a spot, it read: "Wu Qingze."

Mao Ruijie said: "Good boy, your name is in memory of a friend of ours."

Mao Ruijie was very worried that Mao Qingze would not like it.

Mao Qingze opened his eyes wide and said, "Whose idea?"

Wang Wei took out a bouquet of white chrysanthemums from the trunk of the car. "My idea, but your father also supports it."

Mao Qingze said: "It's really cool."

"Cool?" Mao Ruijie said.

Mao Qingze nodded.

Mao Ruijie felt relieved. He took the white chrysanthemum from Wang Wei's hand and gently placed it in front of Musashi's grave. It has been seven or eight years since he passed away. In seven or eight years, with the flick of a finger, the grass on the grave has grown.

Mao Qingze said, "Father, how did he die?"

"Killed." Mao Ruijie said, he was killed by the two of them.

"By whom?"

Wang Wei said, "I don't know."

Mao Qingze quickly said, "That is to say, the murderer was not caught?"

"Uh." Mao Ruijie said, "Yes." Sure enough, I told a lie, and you need to make up for it with other lies.

Mao Qingze said, "Then, I'll be a detective in the future."

Mao Qingze said with confidence, Mao Ruijie sneered, most of the careers that children and teenagers look forward to will not be fulfilled when they grow up.Mao Ruijie only turned his head to look at the tombstone, he thought, will Musashi still remember himself?

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