On the fifteenth year of the Dog, Jiang Dianhan got up long ago and practiced formation skills. The genius bullied his family.

He drove himself out of the city and headed north. The road was not crowded at all in the early morning, but in just over an hour, he arrived at his destination today: Qingfeng Cemetery.

Jiang Zhihan got out of the car, opened the back box, took out a large bunch of light yellow blooming flowers from it, and walked slowly down the stone steps.

Half a year later, Bai Bingyan's tomb had been repaired, and the family's name was engraved on the lower left:

Fu Ni Jianguo

Female Ni Shang

Jiang Zhihan placed the flowers in front of the tomb and sat down on the ground. It was still early, and it was said that it was raining again today. The cemetery was empty. He was the only one who looked around.

The ground was a little cool, and some dew was deposited there, and it could be felt so wet through the jeans. But Jiang Zhihan didn't care at all.

He sat there, silent for a long time before he spoke, "Ni Shang has gone to the United States, don't you want her to seize this opportunity to go out to see the world?" I also went to the United States two months ago. Yes, Washington is like the White House. But, naive is blue!" I think. Ni Shang should like it very much. She has been a cadre since she was a child, and others think she likes liveliness and is surrounded. In fact, she is a person who likes quietness in her bones. She should enjoy it when facing hundreds of listeners on stage. But after she got off stage, she likes quietness and likes to be alone with her family or the people she is closest to, so I think the United States is quite suitable for her."

Jiang Zhihan said: "I used to know a friend, but he was actually my middle school teacher. She was very beautiful. Really, very beautiful." When she was young, she met bad people and encountered many things. She ran to the United States when she was almost thirty. In fact, she wanted to find a farther place to isolate the past and the future and slowly heal the wounds. When I met her this time, she lived a good life there. Although she said that sometimes she seemed to be lonely, she slowly found the joy of life, her heart became much calmer, the marks of the past were fading, and there was no longer so much sadness."

Jiang Zhihan turned to look at the little river at the foot of the mountain. "I hope Ni Shang can go there, that's the case." What do you think?"

Of course, no one answered him.

Jiang Zhihan sighed and said softly to herself. "I went to the United States not long ago, but I didn't go to California to see her. I was afraid. "I was afraid that she would think of a lot of past events about you when she saw me. The wound has not been buried yet. In a few days, maybe, maybe it will slowly be scarred. I know that it will never heal. She will always leave it to you one by one in her heart. But I still hope that after so many days, whether it is half a year or a year, there will be one day when she thinks of you, it is more sweet, not sad."

Jiang Zhihan pursed his lips and said, "But, Ni Shang's father, I will not let go. Even if both of us have to take responsibility, he should have to bear more than me, right? I am also being punished and will never let him down." I wonder, will you agree?"

The north wind blew, the mountains and forests sounded, but only his whispers echoed in his posture.

During the National Day, when Ni Jianguo slowly recovered from regret, shock, and sadness. He was no longer so confused when he was at work, he received an envelope, no address of the letter or stamp, only his name was written in the center.

As if he had a premonition, Ni Jianguo didn't open it in the office. He put the envelope into the innermost layer of the briefcase, and was nervous and unwilling to work all day long. When he got home, he mustered up his courage. He trembled and took out a piece of paper inside. It said: I only realized that Bingyan had gone. Except for her. I was probably the only one who knew what you had done before.

Ni Jianguo, people are doing things, God is watching, I will not let you go easily.

Ni Jianguo shook his hand and the letter fell to the ground flutteringly.

What is coming is finally here. The close friend of his wife who doesn't know where she is, the mysterious man who tells her everything, finally learned about Bai Bingyan's death.

There are many hatreds and indescribable fears about "that person" Ni Jianguo. If she hadn't told Bai Bingyan about her own affairs, Bai Bingyan wouldn't have boarded the long-distance bus to Longzhong. She should be in Zhongzhou, right? Otherwise, how could she run into her and Ru Yun? She is in Zhongzhou. She should have received a notice of going out at the funeral? Why did she know this news now?

Ni Jianguo's mind was spinning quickly, searching for his wife's friends who had an impression, and excluding them one by one. Who didn't come to attend the nose ceremony? But Bai Bingyan really had many friends. In the six months before her death, she was keen to resume contact with many old friends and classmates who had not seen for many years. He

I wanted to ask for it until my head hurts, but I don't have any sleep.

The end of his thinking occasionally touched Jiang Zhihan, but he quickly denied it. According to Bai Bingyan's vague hint, the man knew about his relationship with Ru Yun very early, and it took several years to tell her. This was very consistent with the time of the note Ni Jianguo received. Ni Shang's second and third graders were also when he frequently went to and from Ru Yun's house. At that time, Jiang Zhihan and himself were at the most intense period of conflict. He once threatened and kidnapped himself. If he had this evidence in his hand, he would have taken it out and handed it to Ni Shang to separate his relationship with his daughter.

"That person is like a wolf lying ambushed in the night, and what makes Ni Jianguo most afraid is that he doesn't know what she wants to do and what punishment she wants?

After losing his wife, is it the next thing he lost his reputation and daughter? Ni Jianguo tossed and turned in the bed. He was a little glad tossed and persuaded Ni Shang to go to the United States. He didn't want Ni Shang to see him struggling all day long, and he wanted to protect a huge secret in front of her.

A week later, Ni Jianguo walked into the bathroom. The early-wake process he had insisted on was now gradually abandoned. He had not even looked at himself in the mirror carefully for a long time.

He looked at the mirror and suddenly his head, which had always been shiny, seemed to be half white in a few days. Ni Jianguo stood in front of the mirror blankly, and he didn't move for a long time.

Since then, before going to work every day, when he sat on the bus, he couldn't stop his imagination: when he walked into the office building, the little grandson of the department ran over, the section chief, the director talked to you, good news, congratulations in advance. "Walking into the director's office, Director Kong's expression was solemn, "You have let down the trust of the organization, and lifestyle is very important."

What's worse than this is that every day before he goes home and opens the door, he will close his eyes and take a deep breath. He is afraid that when he pushes the door, when he opens his eyes, his daughter sits on the sand in the living room. The position he sat in when his wife shows off: Dad, I know everything you do, why did mom get into the car to Longzhong? I finally, "I finally know too!

Her eyes were full of resentment and disgust, her face was a little distorted, the sweetness, respect, and care of the past disappeared without a trace. Sleeping in the bed, Ni Jianguo could feel the corners of his eyes dry. He looked at the ceiling and murmured to defend himself, I don’t want this!,

Jiang Zhihan sat in front of the tomb for an hour before standing up, patted his wet pants, and walked up the stone steps. When he walked to the pavilion at the top, he stopped and looked back down. Along the mountain wall, there were dense tombs with unknown amounts, extending to the end of his view, connecting with the small river at the foot of the mountain.

Lush trees conceal this cemetery.

Jiang Zhihan swept his eyes and suddenly saw a figure carrying a green bag, hunched over, walking down the stone steps step by step.

He walked to the place where Jiang Zhihan had just stopped and saw the large bouquet of flowers. He was stunned. He opened the bag, put out the fruits in the food box, and lit a stick of incense. Ni Jianguo said in a deep voice: "Bingyan, your friend has come to see you.

This Spring Festival, for the first time, Ni Jianguo spent it alone: ​​his wife is in heaven and his daughter is overseas. He has no appetite and does not want to eat in a restaurant outside. But for decades, he has never cooked in the kitchen. For the first time, Ni Jianguo tried to cook by himself. He chose the easiest way, take the vegetables in the plain water and cook for a few minutes, mix the soy sauce, MSG, spicy soy sauce, and a bowl of seasonings, and eat the vegetables boiled in the plain water and all the food boiled in the plain water.

Standing in front of the tombstone, Ni Jianguo's waist seemed to be hunched even more.

He took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and carefully wiped the surface of the tombstone. Bu Xin put it away and said, "Bingyan, the Spring Festival is here." I brought you some favorite braised dishes and fruits. You know I can't make them, I bought them downstairs. Xiaochang is very good. She will call each other day these days. I called home, for fear that I am too lonely. I told her to call less. International long distances are too expensive, and she always doesn't listen. She is pretty good. "You know, our daughters have always been the best, everywhere, whether it's middle school, university, here, or the United States.

After stopping, he said hoarsely: "I'll see you." When I die, I don't know if anyone is willing to come to see me."

Above his head, the young man, whom he once hated to the extreme, pursed his lips and something was burning in his eyes.

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