dramatic death

"My father is a gentle and kind old man. I heard that he is working on some secret project of the state, so he rarely has time to go home and have a look."

"I haven't met him a few times. My impression of him basically comes from my mother's extravagant descriptions. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. You know, those words are unbelievable."

"So I've been thinking about meeting him, to see for myself how he has mesmerized my mother."

"Unexpectedly, when I was introduced and said: 'This is your father', there was only one photo left of him."

……

"It was a rainy day."

……

In Wen Qiu's memory, there is rarely such heavy rain in Central City.

He was doused when he left school, and he managed to get on the bus. When he got back home, he was basically a wet pickle.There are two pairs of men's leather shoes in the hallway, one for adults and one for children. The styles are not common styles that are popular in the market, but the workmanship is fine and they look quite classy.

It's just that the adult's pair is a bit torn, and you can tell from looking at them that they have been taken care of for many years.

Wen Qiu thought: This is probably another visitor related to my father.

Since about three months ago, there have been more and more guests about his father at home. Colleagues, friends, students and even the boss, people from all walks of life, for some reason, all thought of their mother and son, and came to visit You must be more diligent than the housekeeping aunt.

But very few bring children.

Wen Qiu changed his shoes, originally planned to go upstairs to change clothes, and then pretended to "casually" pass by the living room.However, the living room was even more chaotic than he thought. Almost the moment he put on his slippers, he heard his mother's suppressed crying from across the wall.

He couldn't describe his feeling, almost as soon as he heard it, he felt a stone fell into his heart, and his heart stopped suddenly with a "boom".

Wearing clothes like a rag, he walked towards the living room, and in the wet rain, he saw his mother curled up on the sofa facing the door.

She is crying.

She was holding something, and let out a suppressed cry like gasping from her throat.She was shaking all over, as if she would faint due to lack of oxygen in the next second.

She is crying.

"We're sorry," Wen Qiu heard the man on the sofa with his back turned to sigh, "Your husband is a man worthy of respect."

What a standard apology.Wen Qiu thought, every family member who died in the line of duty must have received such condolences.

If life can be played as a movie in a loop, then he should be standing at the beginning of the whole movie. The following plot is nothing but guided by this man's words, telling the glorious days and glory of his father meritorious service.

He would say: Your father was a kind man, he helped someone somewhere.

Will say: Your father is a powerful person, what he did for the country will be engraved on the monument of heroes in the future.

There is a 5000 yuan monument in the Heroes Memorial Hall in Central City.Wen Qiu thought, if I want to see my father in the future, I can only go to the museum to find that two-finger-wide name.

He walked over, sat on the sofa, and hugged his mother.

"When my father left, did he leave any words?" He lowered his eyes and stroked his mother's trembling back. "Did he leave anything? For us, I mean, when he left, did he leave anything?" No."

The mother suddenly burst into a hoarse cry in his arms. She seemed to have finally found a harbor to rely on, trembling and hugging her only child.Wen Qiu gritted his teeth, as if he had suddenly gained courage, raised his head with red eyes, and looked at the Grim Reaper who brought death on the opposite sofa.

It was a young man, surprisingly young.

The other party looked to be in his thirties, and was far from the description Wen Qiu remembered about the word "father's colleague".Thanks to the words "secret work", Wen Qiu always felt that the people who worked with his father should be researchers who were one or two hundred years old, or some old antiques who seemed to be over seventy years old.However, in a modern society with an average age of 370, facial appearance cannot be the exact basis for judging a person's age. Maybe this "colleague" just looks younger, and his actual age is several years older than his father.

If you are really in your thirties, then I am afraid it is not a good stubble to get along with.

Wen Qiu didn't know much about his father, but he vaguely knew what kind of national scientific research the old man was doing.Those who can reach the level of confidentiality tasks are basically old pedants, and their age does not have a three-digit number, so they are too embarrassed to say hello to others.

What is the concept of being able to sit on an equal footing with his father in his thirties?Wen Qiu thought, perhaps genius is not enough to describe this person's abnormality.

On the table was the guest's identity card, paper, a little wrinkled in the rain, but it didn't prevent him from seeing clearly what was written on it.

——This person's surname is Yin.

Mr. Yin is obviously a sensible person. After Wen Qiu's voice fell, he took out a watch from his pocket and put it lightly on the glass coffee table between the sofa.

"This is your father's relic. It shouldn't have been brought out, but I really have nothing to bring you." Mr. Yin folded his hands on his knees, lowered his eyes and bowed slightly, "I'm sorry .”

Wen Qiu put one hand around his mother's back and picked up the watch on the table.

It was a rather old antique.The watch strap was rotten like waxy pulp, and only a few strings were left struggling to support the crumbling clasp. The glass on the surface was shattered into spider webs, and the hour and minute hands stopped at a strange number.

18:45

Wen Qiu rubbed the shattered glass with his fingertips, and asked softly, "Can we see him?"

"I'm sorry, after the accident," Mr. Yin paused, as if deliberately hiding some details, "it was cremated."

Wen Qiu tried his best to suppress the moisture in his eyes, and blinked vigorously: "Then do you still have any recent photos of my father? We, my mother and I, may need to hold a funeral for him."

Mr. Yin closed his eyes and shook his head silently: "I'm sorry about the funeral, we hope you'd better not hold the funeral, and don't tell others, this is also for your safety."

"But that's my father," Wen Qiu asked, his voice dry and trembling, as if something was stuck in his throat, "That's my father, he's gone, I miss him even Don't you have any qualifications?"

"terribly sorry."

"I don't want to hear sorry," Wen Qiu repeated word for word, "That's my father!"

Mr. Yin didn't speak, he raised his head and looked over the coffee table into Wen Qiu's eyes.

His expression was very flat, as if what he was facing at this moment was not the child of a deceased colleague, but a stranger who met by chance.

"Remembrance does not require a funeral. If you insist on reminiscing, I can open the terminal and let you seriously reminisce now."

Wen Qiu only felt a buzzing sound in his head, as if he was hit hard on the temple by something.He opened his eyes and looked at the man across from him in disbelief. He wanted to say what are you talking about, and asked what do you mean?However, when the words came to his mouth, he was blocked back abruptly. His mother sat up straight from his arms, and nodded stiffly against her pale face covered with tears.

"Go ahead," he heard his mother say. "Let's see him one last time."

This is ridiculous.

Wen Qiu thought, isn't it my father who died?Don't I even have the right to give him a funeral?

He saw Mr. Yin on the other side of the sofa nodding, his fingers flicking across the empty mid-air, like a magician uncovering a prop.

A translucent virtual light screen gradually emerged, and Mr. Yin moved away the recording window on the main screen, as if he didn't mind Wen Qiu seeing that he was still recording the current conversation interface.He clicked on a folder, and dragged out a small, pitch-black block from it. That block was like a small black hole, which absorbed all the light and sand in the instant it appeared, and then stretched out like a flower bud. "Body" spreads out a clear picture scroll in front of everyone.

"This is your father," said Mr. Yin, "you still have 15 seconds to miss him."

……

"That's an overlord clause."

In the corridor under the setting sun, Yin Tong saw Teacher Wen holding the corner of his mouth and smiling slightly.

"However, I am powerless to resist. The reason why the clause is a clause is because it eliminates all opportunities to resist." Wen Qiu stood at the entrance of the corridor, with his back to the gloomy corridor extending across, looked at Yintong and smiled, "When you The moment my father took out the cube, my mobile terminal couldn’t be turned on. I could only watch the photo remain in front of my eyes for 15 seconds, trying to write it down and engrave it on my retina superior."

"However, I can't do it. You should have felt this way. When you desperately want to remember something, the more nervous you are, the harder it is to remember, so that your brain goes blank in the end."

"That's when I noticed the kid next to Mr. Yin."

That was the first time Wen Qiu noticed that there was a silent boy on the opposite sofa.

He looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a strange and thin restraint suit, with his head bowed and his back straight, sitting on the opposite sofa.His skin was frighteningly pale, his jet-black hair was like a ball of seaweed that was about to strangle his neck, a pair of thin ankles were exposed under the rolled-up trouser legs, and his whole body was like a man placed on a counter ceramic dolls.

After a brief 15-second farewell, Wen Qiu saw Mr. Yin bent down and picked up the child beside him.

Mr. Yin still maintained that calm expression, took back the crumpled business card on the table, and nodded to them farewell.Wen Qiu watched him leave the living room with the child in his arms, walked to the porch and put on shoes for him silently, the expression on his face never changed, as if the thing in his arms was not a living thing, but a panting puppet .

"Is this your child?" Wen Qiu heard himself asking.

He didn't know why he asked such a question, but fortunately, Mr. Yin didn't seem to mind, and even patted the child in his arms on the shoulder to make him look in Wen Qiu's direction.

"Tongtong, say goodbye to brother Wenqiu."

Wen Qiu saw the child turn his head back, his clear eyes were as crystal clear as glass.His eyes were floating in the air without focus, and with the hoarse voice between his lips and teeth, he was like a puppet who was input with instructions.

"Hear, Qiu," he muttered in a low voice, "see you again."