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Minglang died at the age of 20, he knew it himself.

In fact, after a person dies, his spirit will be slackened, as if he just woke up in the morning, and he feels that his consciousness will be covered with a layer of mist, and his worldly sophistication will become thin, and he will become a wandering soul.

He didn't remember how he left his body, the blood no longer flowed, the limbs that had been blown off were never constricted, the nerve cells no longer screamed for pain, everything was announcing that this person, Mingming, no longer existed.

The only advantage of being dead is that you don't have to squeeze your head to buy a train ticket, and you can go home just by floating on the train and watching the scenery along the way.

But what to do back in town?He can't touch anything now, and others can't see him, oh, the cat at the door can still see it.

Are you going to meet someone?

Minglang sat on the train with doubts, sometimes he floated up and walked in front of the train, letting the train pass through his head, sometimes he simply stopped to look at the flower fields, and then walked slowly to find the train.

In this way, I walked while playing, and arrived in the town.

The town is more prosperous than before, and several newspapers and periodicals have been established. He casually walked over to read one. Although he couldn't turn the pages, the cover was enough to attract him.

"Ming Shaoqiu's eldest son died in the war"

"Ming Shaoqiu refused to interview and beat the reporter."

Looking at the words and the black and white photos, Minglang slowly started to move. He thought it was strange, and got into it.

"Commander, may I ask if there is a specific plan for this operation?" All the spotlights focused on Ming Shaoqiu. Such lights made it hard for people to open their eyes and make it difficult to move, but Ming Shaoqiu's eyes were wide open, red The blood was swollen, and it seemed that he hadn't slept all night.

"The report said that there were heavy casualties, including your son, right!" One of the reporters yelled loudly, asking questions that no one dared to ask. His voice was quickly drowned out in the dense crowd, and the source could not be found.

Ming Shaoqiu obviously paused, and replied: "Reporters please pay attention to order when interviewing."

"May I ask why Mr. Minglang wants to join the army?" The reporter asked blatantly after getting Minglang's name from nowhere.

"This is his wish. He has a heart to serve the country." Ming Shaoqiu was not annoyed, but replied flatly.

"Is Mr. Ming Lang gay?" Suddenly a voice appeared in the crowd, it was so ear-piercing that Ming Shaoqiu felt his eyebrows twitch.

"Mr. Ming Lang had a 'special friendship' when he was a child, right?" That voice came out again, but no matter how Ming Shaoqiu searched, he couldn't find it.

"Mr. Minglang has such a deformed thinking, why didn't you correct it in time?" The voice sounded again, as if lingering in Ming Shaoqiu's ear, and the others seemed to be covering for that person, and he didn't catch this person at all. opportunities for people.

Ming Shaoqiu felt dizzy, he just came back from that bloody place, covered Minglang with a white cloth and rushed over non-stop, maybe he was too old to bear it, but even so, he still heard a word.

"deserved"

"Minglang has a heart of loyalty to serve the country. I guarantee in my name that his spirit of dedicating himself to the country is worthy of admiration." Ming Shaoqiu took a breath and continued: "I deeply regret his departure. People can be more sad than my father. I hope you will stop raising unrealistic 'conspiracy theories'. You must know that talking about dead soldiers at will will go to civil courts. I hope you use the right words. Eat prison food."

When Ming Shaoqiu said this, most people shut their mouths. Ming Lang floated in the sky to look, and suddenly saw a familiar figure, he smiled and raised his hand.

"Minglang just likes men, Commander Ming avoids the important and ignores the less important, what is his intention?"

"Who?!" Ming Shaoqiu yelled suddenly, and everyone was frightened by the huge deterrent force.

"I asked who said it just now! Do you have the guts to say that you don't have the guts to stand up?!" Ming Shaoqiu's veins popped.

"Who is it? Aren't you amazing?! You go to defend the country! You go to guard the frontier? Are you going to be desperate? What are you?! You scum that hides in the crowd! You are a man and you just Stand up for me!" Ming Shaoqiu completely lost his temper, this was the first time he did this in front of everyone, he had already lost his composure.

After Ming Shaoqiu yelled, there was no sound for a long time, and he also took a breath, and said into the microphone: "The following analysis of the specific incident will be handed over to my assistant."

"I've said a lot, but I still dare not admit it." The voice appeared again.

Being caught by Ming Shaoqiu this time, he couldn't bear it anymore, this grandson!

I saw Ming Shaoqiu took off his leather shoes and threw them towards the crowd. He is a good shooter, so he still has this bit of self-confidence.

"Ah!!" A woman screamed, which was very different from the male voice who had been asking questions just now.

The crowd was suddenly paralyzed, and only a woman in the middle fell to the ground, covering her face, her glasses were shattered, and tears flowed down the floor.

"Wow!!" the woman cried, like a shrew on a street corner.

There was an uproar in the crowd, even Ming Shaoqiu himself didn't expect that he would hit her, logically this is impossible, even if he can't believe his own strength, why is that woman covering her face?The leather shoe hit her on the forehead at most, so how could there be any force around her face?But it's useless to think about it, seeing is believing, what he says now is false.

The two women next to them were still wiping the woman's cheeks with tissues, but there was no sympathy on their faces, and they kept hinting at their own newspaper to take pictures, and the spotlight of the whole audience immediately focused on this woman and Ming Shaoqiu's expressionless faces .

Minglang looked at his father, who hadn't seen him for two years, he seemed to have lost weight, lost his previous burly body, and his brows and eyes were full of exhaustion.

"Son of Commander Ming, gay?"

"Commander Ming is hysterical, is the incident true?"

"Grumpy or mentally ill?"

The words were densely floating on the ceiling, and Mingming read them all at a glance, but he didn't feel anything in his heart, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.

He stepped out of the newspaper and glanced at the last line of the report.

"In response to Ming Shaoqiu's press conference, the organization decided to suspend Ming Shaoqiu's related duties indefinitely."

Minglang walked aimlessly in the town, it was already the third day since his death, Wu Chao probably knew about it long ago.

Why do you feel sad when you mention the name Wu Chao?

He remembered that he liked him before he was alive, so let's go and see him at last.

The town is always so quiet, the flow of people is like gentle spring water, calm and long, all rhythms have slowed down, he heard a female voice softly broadcasting on the radio.

"Today, all the martyrs who died in the bomb incident in the North District have been buried in the Changqing Cemetery. We will always remember them. They are..."

Ten people were broadcast, but there was no clear name.

Minglang came to Wu Chao's house based on his previous memories, but couldn't find him, went to the small park before and didn't see him, and wandered around the post office but couldn't find him.

Minglang walked to the mirror, and he could see Wu Chao's tidy and warm home inside, the photos of them embracing each other, and his squarely folded clothes. Nothing had changed, but he could no longer see himself in the mirror. up.

"Looks like we're going to use a unique skill." Minglang thought in his heart, this is what he just discovered, that is, he can find Wu Chao through his clothes. Although it sounds a bit like a dog, it is still an effective method.

Minglang reached out and stroked his clothes. Although he couldn't touch anything, he was sucked in immediately, and when he landed again, it was the dilapidated cemetery.

He saw Wu Chao's white figure standing not far away, his shirt jacket was lifted by the breeze.

"Meow!!" It turned out to be a cat. When it saw Mingming, its vertical pupils turned into needlepoints, and it arched its back and made an ear-piercing sound. Wu Chao slightly turned his face to the side, unable to see his expression clearly.

Minglang ignored it and floated in the air, scaring the cat half to death, almost turned into a ghost and came up to fight him.

Wu Chao knelt down, he had already carved the words, it was just the four characters of Tomb of Mingming, nothing superfluous, no extravagant fame, and no one's so-and-so, Mingming is just Minglang, he is free now.

When Minglang saw these words, he couldn't believe the fact that he was dead. Wu Chao was really strange. When he saw him, Minglang's heart that had stopped beating for a long time was still sad.

"Sorry, I can't find a better place to place you for the time being." Wu Chao gently put Minglang's photo on it. In the photo, he smiled very nicely, just like his name, warm and clear.

Wu Chao sat on the ground, he brought a lot of letters, and wine, he drank a glass, his throat seemed to be cut by a knife.

He drank a lot with his head sullen. This was the first time Minglang saw him like this. He was not in good health, and he never left his body with plain water.

About half an hour later, Wu Chao began to cry by himself.

"Sorry, sorry..." he said suddenly.

"If I don't want to return your body, I don't know where they got you, I can only... I can only repair one here for you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Wu Chao head down.

Minglang didn't know why, but wanted to touch him very much.

"As soon as I got to the door, they drove me away... I begged them to put you in the martyrs' garden, but no one listened to me, I was sorry for you, you said that if I don't like you... .. If I didn't like you, you wouldn't fight, I won't write to you anymore, maybe you're still alive and well..." Wu Chao broke down in tears, and collapsed on the ground , burst into tears.

"I don't like you anymore! Come back, please... as long as you can come back, you can tell me to do anything, as long as you can come back..." He covered His face and body were still twitching uncontrollably.

Minglang sat next to him, and he really felt it now, he felt his own pain, it was really painful, he really wanted to tell Wu Chao, but in fact he never left.

"Qingming, when you come back...I should be the one who should die the most...Without you, how should I live, I am so sad every day now, I am so sad..."

Minglang frowned, but he stretched out his hand but made a blank. Now he remembered everything, and all kinds of things with Wu Chao were no longer vague concepts, but flesh and blood fragments.

"Take me away..." Wu Chao hugged the cold stone tablet without any warmth.He secretly made this tombstone without telling everyone. Because of his relationship with Mingming, he couldn't enter the Martyrs' Garden. He wanted to set up a tombstone for him, so that he could have a home to return to, so that he wouldn't become a lonely ghost and become homeless.

Wu Chao is a person who does not believe in ghosts and gods, but now he blames himself for not being able to burn paper money for him. He is afraid that if the smoke rises, the only place they can be together will be destroyed.

"Wu Chao, Wu Chao?" Ming Lang tried to call him, but there was actually a voice, but it was very small, almost as if the wind was blowing.

Wu Chao obviously didn't look right, his face was red, not the redness of drinking, even Minglang could feel his hot forehead.

"He's there!" There was someone in the distance, and the leader Minglang recognized it at a glance. It was his reporter brother, and he was also seen in the newspapers. It was also this good brother who made their father so angry that he was suspended from work and hospitalized.

A group of people rushed over, aggressively.

Ming Wei glanced at the tombstone and sneered, "Call me!!"

After saying that, a group of people picked up sticks and beat Wu Chao crazily, Wu Chao could only hold his head subconsciously.

"Brother, how could you ask him to set up a monument for you?" Ming Wei smiled, pulled the photo off the monument, tore it to pieces and flew it up into the sky.

"He is the one who prevents you from entering the Martyrs' Garden."

"Boss, what should I do if I beat someone to death like this?" one of them asked.

Mingwei clicked his tongue impatiently: "What are you afraid of? I don't know if Shaoqiu is still dead? The news was so big a few days ago, if this kid dies, it will be covered by that old man. Wouldn’t it be over if you avenge yourself publicly and privately?”

Minglang was furious, but he couldn't do anything now, so he searched around, and found Wu's mother outside the street as quickly as possible, but how could he get her here?

Then he saw the cat in the distance.

"Oh, brother. Good people don't live long. You just left like this. I still miss you a little bit. You are usually a hero. Everyone regards you as a role model. Ming Shaoqiu regards you as a treasure even more. Without looking at me, tell others that you are unparalleled in the world, that you are his pride... Haha, how proud are you?" Ming Wei smiled.

Minglang led the cat to Wu's mother, but the cat collapsed on the ground.

"Maomao, what's the matter?" Mother Wu knelt down and picked it up and stroked it.

Minglang patted the cat like crazy, but the cat didn't seem to hear it, with an expression that I'm tired and will play again next time, snoring in Wu's mother's arms with a shameless face.

How to do how to do?He wants to live brightly.

Minglang scurried around in a panic, and there was a gust of wind.

"It's windy?" Mother Wu felt strange.

By the way, the wind!

"Minglang, my dear brother, you are finally dead! Brother, don't worry, I won't let you reincarnate so quickly, you have to turn into a ghost, and take a good look at how beautiful your brother and I are!" said Ming Weiduo Passing the iron rod, he slammed it at the tombstone.

"Bang!" A muffled sound.

"Uh..." Wu Chao frowned, blood dripped from his forehead, and the iron rod hit the back of his head.

"You have no right to touch it." Wu Chao said, still firmly protecting the tombstone.

Ming Wei looked at the blood-soaked stick, and even showed contemptuous eyes. He said, "You who believe in unhealthy tendencies will deserve death. I will beat him to death."

"Stop!! What are you doing?" Several policemen blew their whistles.

"Boss, Tiaozi!"

"Fuck! Go!" Ming Wei said, threw the stick and ran away.

Wu's mother hurried forward and helped Wu Chao up: "Zai Zai, Zai Zai, are you okay?"

Wu Chao's eyes were red, and his face was covered with blood. Now he felt that the sky was foggy and he couldn't see clearly. Mother Wu's voice was so far away.

"Wu Chao, Wu Chao?"

It was a clear voice, and Wu Chao's eyes opened obviously, and his pupils dilated, like a dying person.

A bright figure appeared, standing not far away.

The corner of Wu Chao's mouth twitched obviously, he wanted to say: "Can I go with you?"

"No." Qingming clearly rejected him.

"You have to live well."

After Minglang finished speaking, he seemed to get farther and farther away from him until he disappeared, maybe it was time to stay.

Wu Chao remembered everything. Five years ago, because of a severe head injury and memory confusion, he kept repeating the day before Mingming's death, and Wu's mother also accompanied him in acting for five full years. , lived in the clear existence of yesterday for five years.

The next morning, it rained heavily.

Wu Chao got up, and he heard the sound of the bicycle bell ringing.

"Zai Zai, there's a letter, hurry up and help mom read it." The mother's voice came as expected.

Wu Chao didn't open the umbrella, went to the mailbox and opened it. It was still the same envelope. He stood there and tore it open gently, and read it again.

"There is no eternal parting." Ming Lang said.

Wu Chao was still standing there, his face was hot, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes again, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on his face.

He wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes vigorously, and ran back to the house.

"Yeah! Mom!"

"What's the matter, baby?"

"Mom, I'm going out to do some shopping! Then go to the post office!"

"Be safe, come back early for dinner~"

"Know it!"

Anyway, go out and find a job today.

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