Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 1513 This farewell is forever

Northern Suburb Cemetery.

A tall man stood in the rain a long time ago. He held up a big black umbrella, and his figure was independent and slender.

There was no light to be seen under the dark night sky, only the street lamps on the side of the road in the cemetery exuded a faint halo.

Josnian's car stopped not far away.

He also held up a big umbrella and walked into the rain and walked towards the cemetery.

There is only a single tomb around, standing quietly in place.

Josnian had met Song Shaojun, and because he and Song Shaoyan were half-brothers, they only partially resembled each other in appearance.

Stepping on the rainwater with his leather shoes, Josnian strode towards the tombstone.

The rain falls on the tombstone, solemn and solemn.

Perhaps hearing footsteps, Song Shaojun turned his head: "Master Qiao."

"Boss Song." Josnian greeted him politely.

Josnian placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, bowed respectfully, with a heavy face.

On the tombstone is a photo of Song Shaoyan, young and handsome, with a refined and refined demeanor.

It's just that his age is always fixed at this age.

"Thank you, Master Qiao, for your help in setting up the tomb. The scenery here is beautiful, and my brother should like it." Song Shaojun's voice was hoarse and painful.

Although he is a half-brother, Song Shaojun has always regarded Song Shaoyan as his elder brother.

Although he hasn't seen him many times since he was a child, he still hopes that Song Shaoyan will be well.

Unfortunately, hope is always just hope.

Reality... is cruel.

"You don't need to thank me, it's the last thing I do for Shao Yan." Josnian said slowly, "He helped me a lot when Qiao's was in crisis."

"My brother went to South Africa for business and didn't say hello to anyone. If I knew, maybe I would persuade him, but it's too late."

"The mining area in Johannesburg is a mixed bag. It's a pity that an accident happened." Josnian sighed.

The deep and hoarse voices of the two men fell into the rain, making them even more heavy.

The two of them spoke without saying a word, and more often they were silent.

Perhaps, at this moment, silence is far more solemn than conversation.

Looking at Song Shaoyan's photo, Josnian closed his eyes tiredly.

Unexpectedly, it was a farewell.

They all stood silently, tall and independent.

When the rain falls on the umbrella, it makes a "click" and "click", a long sound and a short sound, like longing, endless.

At this moment, only Song Shaojun and Josnian were with Song Shaoyan.

The sky was gloomy, and there was no light in the sky for a long time.

"Master Qiao, I'll accompany brother, you should go back early," Song Shaojun said.

"I'll stay with Shao Yan again." Josnian refused to leave, he saw a tired look on Song Shaojun's face, and he knew that Song Shaojun must have stayed up all night.

Song Shaojun nodded without stopping.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket: "Master Qiao, would you like one?"

"Yes." Josnian took it.

Men's emotions are not as turbulent as women's, and they are more calm and rational.

But no amount of rationality could conceal the pain in his eyes.

This farewell is forever.

Song Shaojun lit a cigarette for Josnian and then for himself.

The smoke was lingering and drifted in the cool wind.

The two men stood silently, and neither of them broke the solitude.

Sometimes when the wind blows, the tops of the trees in the cemetery sway slightly, startling a bunch of birds.

With a sound of "wow", the bird flew into the sky, and the traces quickly disappeared.

It was like a spring dream without a trace.

(End of this chapter)