The rain in August came too suddenly. There was no heavy downpour, just a girlish and shy drizzle that dispersed when the sun hit.
In the early morning of this morning in the port city near the sea, the water vapor from the sea also dropped to the edge of the port city, forming a large thin dance, like a dream, but a bit sad and unclear.
Lao Li has been working on the Beijing-Hong Kong expressway for seventeen years. He has somehow transformed from a maintenance worker into a policeman sitting in a small house collecting tolls. He has also witnessed the coldness of this expressway.
The process of becoming prosperous
For example, it's only five o'clock in the morning, but there are already a lot of vehicles passing through the toll station. In the past, it was unusual for there to be so much traffic in a day.
Lao Li yawned and handed an invoice to the truck driver. After he was released, he took some time off and stretched again. The fog in the early morning made Lao Li unable to see clearly. She was used to it.
, the sky in Hong Kong City is foggy from time to time.
"Huh?" Lao Li suddenly leaned forward and wiped the blurry glass window, only to see a white light appear in front of him.
At first, Lao Li didn't care, but the car felt that it was moving too slowly. He opened his glasses wide and looked over. Lao Li was stunned. He saw the car in front of him veered away, and there were actually several car lights moving behind him.
The white light looks particularly enchanting under the mist
And Lao Li couldn't see clearly how long the convoy was. Even at the end of the fog, there were still lights scattered.
When Lao Li was stunned, the first car in the convoy was already driving over. Lao Li felt something strange, but he couldn't remember what was strange at the moment.
At this time, the first black car appeared in the dim light. Through the front window, the driver could be seen wearing sunglasses and a white flower on his chest. It looked particularly dazzling under the black dress. On the passenger seat
Also sitting was a man wearing black clothes and a white flower on his left chest. The two men had serious faces and were looking ahead from beginning to end. There was an elegant white flower pinned to the front hood of the black car!
The first car was like this. It wasn't until Lao Li saw the fourteenth car that it was still dressed like this. He looked at the number of car lights behind it. There should be at least thirty cars. He was suddenly startled. Only then did Lao Li know where the steel situation was.
They didn't pay road maintenance fees!
Watching the black cars passing by leisurely, Lao Li quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and called the patrol police in front to intercept: "Hey, this is the third section of the toll road in Kyoto. There are more than 40 black cars driving rampantly, please request
Intercept!"
However, after receiving Lao Li's request, there was silence for a few seconds, and then two words came out that Lao Li didn't understand: "Let me go!"
…
At the same time, two large cruise ships also appeared in the strait managed by the port city, but they did not have the luxury of the cruise ships and were simply dressed up, giving it a no-makeup feel.
Like two strange ghosts floating in, there was no prior news that a ship would be docking at the port at this time!
When the maritime patrol police saw the two cruise ships that suddenly arrived from outside, they immediately consulted their superiors.
The superior simply replied with two words: "Let it go!"
…
At a private parking lot in Hong Kong City, Hong Kong City was still hazy, and four sharp whistling sounds pierced the tranquility.
I saw four helicopters slowly landing in this private parking lot.
On the tarmac, more than 20 black men were bending down respectfully waiting for the four helicopters. They wore white flowers on their chests!
…
‘Dong dong!’ The knock on the door came before six o’clock in the morning, and the lights in the room were already on
"Please come in!" Qian Mo grabbed a black suit on the bed and said to the door.
I saw Li Qi who opened the door and came in. She was also wearing a black dress, which made her look even more enchanting, but the smile on her face was a little forced.
"Haha, my Xiaomo is so handsome. If he goes out like this, he will definitely stun the little girls!" Looking at Qianmo who was wearing a black suit, Li Qi also walked closer to take a look.
Qian Mo met Li Qi's forced smile and moved his lips, but still didn't speak.
"But your tie is on the wrong side." Seeing Qian Mo's tie on the wrong side, Li Qi, whose height had just reached Qian Mo's chin, also stepped forward to help him straighten the wrinkled tie: "You kid, you are already so big.
, you don’t even know how to tie a tie, so when you meet your brother-in-law and sister, they won’t laugh at you yet, but my Xiaomo has grown up and is so handsome, my sister and the others will also be very happy to see her!”
The voice became softer and thinner, and finally it was a whimper. Li Qi cried.
Qian Mo looked at his aunt who was leaning on his chest and sobbing. He raised his hands slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then put them down again. He didn't know how to comfort.
Maybe Li Qi was tired of crying, so Li Qi took a step back. Her eyes were still slightly red, but she still wiped her eyes carelessly with her hands: "Haha, aunt is losing her temper. Look, all the makeup is gone now. I
I need to go and touch up my makeup, it won’t be good if they see me like this.”
After saying that, Li Qi walked towards the door without waiting for Qian Mo to reply.
Qian Mo turned around and looked at Li Qi, who had walked to the door, and finally said softly: "I can just go by myself!"
The steps towards the door also stopped suddenly. Li Qi stopped.
After a moment of silence, Li Qi took a deep breath and said slowly: "I want to see them and see them off for the last time."
"Bang" the soft sound of the door closing sounded. Only Qian Mo was left standing in the room, just like a few minutes ago
Qian Mo lit the cigarette he took out, took a long puff, and exhaled a large amount of messy smoke: "Is it the last journey?"
Turning around, he looked at the delicate white flowers placed on a brand new engraved book on the table.
Qian Mo walked up, picked it up gently, put it on his left chest, measured it, and finally pinned it on his right chest.
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Outside Li Qi's residential area, more than 20 black cars were neatly parked at the door.
Suddenly, these twenty-odd cars floating in the darkness all turned on their headlights, because Li Qi, who was wearing a black dress, was walking slowly with Qianmo in black on her arm. Even though it was drizzling, she was still elegant.
Li Mo, who was leaning against the first car and was smoking, saw the two of them. He also stamped out his cigarette and bent aside to wait respectfully. All the people in front of the car were like him.
After Li Qi took Qian Mo and got into the second car, Li Mo waved his hand and everyone returned to the car together.
I saw Li Mo straightening his collar, taking a deep breath, and speaking seriously into the collar microphone: "There are people coming from Kyoto today. Please be very alert and don't let the boss bargain down the price of those Kyoto turtles."
I will shock my grandson back to their doghouse."
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"That year, a high-spirited man pointed to the desolate foot of the mountain in front and said that he would be buried here when he died in a hundred or a few years. Haha, from then on, people with some reputation chose to be buried here. They just wanted to
More than twenty years have passed since we were closer to their Qianye, and this place is really different from before." Under the black umbrella, Li Qi pointed to the public fundraising land in front, which was well-organized and neatly repaired.
Qian Mo, who was holding an umbrella, followed Li Qi's slender hand. His dark eyes had no focus. At that time, he had not yet come to this world. He didn't understand how high-spirited that man was!
In front of Qian Mo and Li Qi, there are neatly lined up vehicles parked on both sides of the road. They are waiting for the arrival of their host.
Li Qiyu raised his hand slightly, and saw eight men in black walking up neatly from behind. In the hands of the man in front, he respectfully held two jars and urns that were a little bigger than his fist!
The eight people walked up to Qian Mo and Li Qi and respectfully handed over the two urns.
Qian Mo looked at the two urns, but his heart felt calm. Sometimes, wouldn't it be nice if the fallen leaves returned to their roots?
Li Mo handed the black umbrella to the side and took the two urns, the urns of his parents! Their funerals were completed by Qian Mo himself.
Qian Mo walked forward slowly holding the urn, Li Qi held an umbrella beside him, and Li Mo held an umbrella for Qian Mo.
Along the way, people in black clothes with white flowers on their pins bowed their heads respectfully, showing respect from the bottom of their hearts.
Before going up to the tombstone, Qian Mo saw the five masters from Kyoto.
The elegant man with glasses holding an attractive woman on his arm is the second master
The old man with white hair who is supporting him is the third master
The old man with a smile mixed with inexplicable sadness is the Fourth Master
The bald man holding up the light rain is Mr. Wu.
The last one standing quietly holding an umbrella is Master Qi
They were speechless all the way, Qian Mo saw them, they saw Qian Mo, there was no communication, no eye contact. Today, everyone is just a mourner!
A funeral, of course, was just a funeral, but the atmosphere was so overwhelming that in the huge cemetery, nearly two hundred people could only make the sound of stepping into the water.
"Farewell Qian Ye! Have a safe journey!" The moment Qian Mo put the two urns into the stone tomb, the people at the cemetery bowed deeply. The sound echoed in the mountains for a long time, and the body was silent for a long time.
rise
I was still young at that time, and my image of you was just that busy figure. Later, you went to Kyoto, while I stayed in the port city. When I went to the Middle East later, when I passed Kyoto, I just looked through the glass as I was about to get on the plane.
Looking at you, I was only fourteen years old at that time. In my memory, you never hugged me...
Father, you and I are really strangers!
Qian Mo looked at the two urns for a long time, and then murmured in a voice he had only heard: "I hope it's really going well."
After taking one last look, Qian Mo let go of his hand and watched the stone tablet close before he stood up straight. At the same time, everyone followed suit and stood up straight.
And in the surrounding mountains, there is still an almost audible echo: 'Have a good trip Qian Ye'