Chapter 252

Grand finale: half a lifetime of misty rain in Yichuan

Zurich, Switzerland, 1952.

In spring, the sky is blue and covered with brocade. In such a good season, it's easy to make people think about the beautiful scenery of their hometown.

Lin an is in middle school. Suddenly, the teacher tells him that his family is looking for him. When he came out of the classroom, he saw Wei Tongsheng limping away, his grey coat collar soaked with sweat.

"Uncle Wei, my father..."

Before Wei Tongsheng spoke, he had expected it.

"I'm afraid it's the last time."

Wei Tongsheng nodded, and his eyelids trembled with difficulty.

Rushed to the hospital, doctors and nurses have been evacuated.

"Father."

Lin an went in and saw his mother, Gu Jun, and all of them were there. His face was stagnant, and he seemed to be ready.

He went to kneel in front of Lin Junmai's bed, choking and speechless.

About feeling his son coming, Lin Junmai moved his fingers and his lips were tiny

Zhang, in the end, said nothing.

Suddenly, he smiles.

In front of Qiao ruochu's eyes, a handsome young officer came. His sword eyebrows slanted into his temples and his eyes were staring at her. He bent over like a jade tree and whispered, "madam, I'll go first. I'll see you in the next life. "

Qiao ruochu stretched out her hand to keep her, but there was only dazzling light in front of her eyes. Where was her man.

"He's gone..."

She said.

"Father"

Lin an felt that the temperature in his father's hands was running away. He knew that the moment had come and his tears were falling down.

…

On the day of cremation, Qiao ruochu didn't go. She was lying on the rattan reclining chair that Lin Junmai often used after he was ill, with a picture of their marriage tightly covered in her chest.

Suddenly, her blurred vision fell on the black and white keys of the piano.

Qiao ruochu got up and went to play the piano. He didn't know what music to play

Clear and deep male voice:

Ask the world, what is love, direct teach life and death? Double flyer from all over the world, old wing several times cold and heat.

Joy and bitterness of parting make us more infatuated.

You should say: misty clouds, mountain dusk snow, only shadow to whom?

…

Qiao ruochu's fingers could not help but follow his voice to draw out key symbols one by one. For a long time, her fingers could not be lifted, and the voice suddenly broke off.

Who does the shadow go to?

Finally, she found that her voice sounded in the empty room. Suddenly, her heart and liver were twisted inch by inch, and she was sweating with pain. Later, she thought she was dead. With a smile on her face, she could finally follow him.

When Lin an came back with her father's urn, she saw her mother sitting on the floor next to the piano. Her eyes were fixed on the photo in her hand. The sun was shining, and the white hair on her head was particularly bright.

"Mom."

Lin an purred and held his father's urn in front of her

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Behind him, Shen Yue, Gu Jun, Pao Shiqing, Feng Yaner, some children, Wei Tongsheng and others all looked at Qiao ruochu with wide eyes, and no one spoke.

"Junmai, you really left."

She obviously didn't say it to Lin'an.

Looking at the urn in front of him for a long time, Qiao ruochu suddenly dropped his eyes.

Gu Jun's vision just falls over. At the end of Qiao ruochu's eyes, he is surprised to see that there are shallow lines there.

"Ruochu."

He called nervously and went over to help her up.

"I beg your pardon."

He has nothing to say.

"Sister ruochu, I'm sorry."

Feng Yan'er came and held Qiao ruochu's hand. Her fingers were cold and lifeless.

"I'm fine."

Joe if the beginning trembles a voice way, almost only in her near front of a few talent hear clearly.

Gu Jun suddenly bows down. People find that Qiao ruochu's white face is smiling at them.

Seeing this sad smile, Wei Tongsheng sobbed in a low voice.

After that, there was a low cry.

After taking care of Lin Junmai's affairs, Qiao ruochu shut himself up in his room and read the Scriptures for a few days. When he came out again, he had recovered as usual.

The next life is as plain as water.

Into the autumn, the weather with a thin layer of cool.

There are some problems with Gu Jun's business. He hasn't been to the Lin family for several days.

"Mom." Today, when Lin an came back from school, he looked at his mother with clear eyes. He was very similar to Lin Junmai when he was young. "Uncle Gu is in trouble."

Qiao ruochu looked at his outline and said, "Ann, you go to make a phone call to ask."

Lin an thought for a moment, immediately went to the phone and dialed Gu Jun's number. After a few beeps, a hoarse male voice called "hello".

"Uncle Gu, I'm Lin an..."

"Lin an, I am suddenly infected with the virus, taking the medicine. How about not seeing you these days? Are you all right? "

Before Lin an finished, Gu Jun cleared his throat and said a long string of words“ Mom, uncle Gu is ill. "

Lin an covered the microphone with one hand and turned his head to shout at his mother.

"Sick?"

Qiao ruochu, with tight shoulder blades and frowning, came over and took the microphone from Lin an, "Jun, is it serious?" The tone is naturally like a family.

"A little sick..."

Qiao ruochu heard him cover the microphone, the harsh cough was chopped into incomplete sound.

By the time he put the receiver in his ear again, the phone had already hung up.

After a while, there was a knock on the door. Listening to the rhythm, his heart beat a few times.

People of this age.

Gu Jun laughed at himself secretly.

It was Qiao ruochu who strode out to open the door and flashed into his eyes.

She was wearing a long skirt, thin, and her face had faded from the girl's appearance. If she ignored the light sadness on her face, she must be the most beautiful young woman in the East in men's eyes.

I haven't seen you for a few days. He really missed her.

"Here you are. Come on in

Gu Jun's eyes were bright, twinkling with a little joy.

"Cough..."

He coughed uncontrollably.

"It's so serious. Have you taken any medicine? "

Qiao ruochu looks around his apartment for a few seconds.

There was no servant, full of loneliness.

She went to pour the water, only to find that the pot was empty.

"People in their 40s can't take care of themselves." She light angry way, turn to expertly boil on boiled water, "medicine?"

Gu Jun's face stretched out, and the slight smile lines outlined the excitement, "he has been taking medicine for several days, but it has no effect. It's probably because the doctors are not self-governing."

"Why not go to the hospital?"

Qiao ruochu carefully poured boiling hot water into the cup, with a slightly worried tone.

"It's not a big deal, just a few days." Gu Jun ha ha ground should wear, took a piece of dishcloth to wipe off superfluous water stains on the table.

His fingers were white and slightly fat.

His action surprised Qiao ruochu.

With her eyes wide open, she looks at the middle-aged man in front of her with disbelief. The image of more than 20 years ago appears at the bottom of her eyes. In the city of water color in the south of the Yangtze River, he has beautiful eyebrows, green temples, full and broad forehead, with grace and purity in one eye.

Every move is full of everyone's demeanor. No matter what, it doesn't match with the common things of wiping the table in front of us.

There was a sudden trance in her mind.

This evening, she always immersed in the memory of the past, do not want to wake up“ Jun, let me accompany you to the hospital. "

Qiao ruochu took the initiative to take his wrist.

"All right. I'll change my role and be a patient Gu Jun puts on his coat, coughs a few times with Qiao ruochu on his back, takes his wallet and wants to go

Go outside.

"Have a glass of water. Hospitals may have to queue up. "

Qiao ruochu held up a cup and handed it to his lips. His eyes were natural.

Gu Jun is a little guilty about being taken care of by her. He should take care of her. How could it be the other way around.

From the hospital, Qiao ruochu bought several dishes, a steak and a bottle of wine.

Gu Jun looked at it greedily, and when she bought one, he took it and carried it in his hand.

"Call Lin an on the way."

While walking, Gu Jun said with ease.

As the sun darkened, their figures shrouded in the halo. As they walked, the woman took the initiative to hold the man and drew a silhouette of the husband and wife in the lane of a foreign country.

Not far away, young Lin an has seen them step by step back, he set his eyes, playing a football between hands and feet.

As he was dying, Lin Junmai repeatedly told him to persuade Qiao ruochu and Gu Jun to live together and not to live alone

A few birds over his head flashed by, singing.

I don't know where they come from. Have you ever seen the misty rain in Jiangnan.

Half a lifetime in a flash, just like day and night.