My life has a narration

Chapter 167
Beside the hazy summer rain, beside the green mountains and mist, four young men in black suits of the same style and holding black umbrellas looked at the girl in front of them, and their hearts tightened.

There was only the rustling sound of the light rain falling on the umbrella, and the girl facing her was plainly dressed, her eyes were reddish, she looked pitiful, but her slightly biting lips revealed a trace of stubbornness.

The drizzle fell on the ends of her hair, which condensed into crystal drops. The hair on her forehead and the hair on both sides of her ears were in strands. It was obvious that she had been standing here for a while.

"Qingzi, she." Daqiang turned to look at him.

Wang Xing and Qin Wei also looked at each other face to face.

To be called out by name by a stranger would surprise anyone.

But Su Qing immediately realized that he could probably guess the girl's identity through the narration, but what he didn't expect was that besides the others, San'er actually followed the heart of a girl, even if it had been three years Come to pay respects.

Then he stepped forward, handed over the umbrella in his hand, and said softly: "San'er's friend?"

The girl didn't take the umbrella, but just nodded.

"Hello, what's your name?"

"Xu Yuezhen, his. Female classmate, college classmate!" The girl replied bitterly, then looked up at him, and continued tremblingly: "I know you, you are his best friend, he told me Many times, he also showed me your photos, and said that he would introduce you to me in the future, you should have the video he left behind, can you show me?"

"Although. Although I know that is not reserved for me, but I just want to see him again, I just want to."

Halfway through the speech, the girl was already sobbing, bit her lip tightly, and shrugged her shoulders.

Hearing this, Wang Xing and others behind him also took a step forward, and the three of them reached forward with the umbrella in their hands very tacitly, and the four of them just covered the girl.

"Xiaogou, is the video in your place?" Su Qing turned around and asked.

Qin Wei nodded and patted the schoolbag behind him with a smile: "Don't worry, it's well preserved, but there is a password, the three of you haven't forgotten it?"

The three nodded at the same time.

Meng Ziming sent farewell videos to each of the four of them at the beginning, and among them, he, Wang Xing, and Daqiang each had a string of letters, while Qin Wei received an encrypted file.

And tell him, if several of them come after three years, then open it and see, if there are fewer people, forget it.

A few people knew this back then, but no one mentioned turning on the video. Everyone thought it was only three years, and they would definitely get together again at that time. Fortunately, a few people kept their promises. Those from the north rushed back.

Hearing this, Su Qing sighed: "That's good!"

After finishing speaking, he forced the umbrella into Xu Yuezhen's hand, then stepped forward to San'er's tombstone, looked at the photo on the tombstone, and couldn't help but spit out a smile:
"You're still the same kid, you haven't changed at all!"

In front of the tombstone were incense sticks, fruit tributes, etc. Obviously, San'er's parents and relatives had been here, but the incense candles had already been extinguished, and the light rain was not heavy, but it could still extinguish the incense.

"Daqiang open the umbrella, old A, bring the things here!"

"it is good!"

"clear"

The two performed their own duties, Lao A handed the umbrella in his hand to Daqiang, and he turned over the ingots, valuable incense candles and other things in his hand.

On the other hand, Su Qing squatted down, cleaned up the ashes of the extinguished paper money with bare hands, then threw the paper money brought by himself and others into it, lit it, and soon, a small pile of flames ignited.

With the flame, lit a stick of incense, stuck it in front of the tombstone and said with a smile:

"San'er, I've come out to collect money, my brothers are here to see you!"

While talking, he threw valuables into it.

"This is mine. It's all gold ingots. You're welcome to take it away," Old A said with a smile.

"Your brother Qiang gave you this one. Take it and buy something to eat. We have to eat out there every day."

"San'er. This is mine. I came here in a hurry. Forgive me!"

Several people silently threw paper money into the fire. In fact, before coming, everyone thought that they would have a lot to say, but when they arrived, they realized that there seemed to be nothing to say.

There was nothing unfamiliar, as if the day when we went to school together was just yesterday, and it seemed that San'er was standing there looking at them instead of a cold tombstone.

"San'er, I burned this for myself, please keep it for me first!" Su Qing threw in another large stack of paper money.

Hearing this, the other three were stunned.

"Fuck, Qingzi, what are you doing, no one burns paper money for yourself, you are crazy!" Daqiang spat.

Even Wang Xing punched him on the back and said, "That's right, you kid, don't steal money from San'er."

Although Qin Wei didn't speak, he was taken aback for a moment. As for Xu Yuezhen, she stared blankly at the people, as if she wanted to see someone's shadow from them.

Regarding this, Su Qing smiled and said: "This man, he should learn to plan ahead, in case an unfilial son is born in the future and won't burn paper for us, he will die of poverty there?
I am burning some for myself in advance. It is better to ask for others than to ask for myself. While I am alive, I will burn more for myself. In short, there is no harm, is it?At that time, I won’t borrow any of you who are poor and have no money.”

Hearing this, several people were taken aback for a moment, and then felt quite reasonable.

"Then I'll have some too, San'er, I won't give you the money first, you can collect it for me first."

"And me and me."

"Say it earlier, I would have ordered a car villa, beauties, and a mobile phone!" Wang Xing patted his forehead with regret.

"Fuck, don't grab it, don't grab it!"

"This is my share!"

After all, it's not for nothing that these people can be friends.

If Mencius is really alive in heaven, he would like to overturn the tribute at this time, kick the paper money away, and you will embezzle the things of the dead, because you are still human.

Looking at the few people who were still fighting even though they came to pay homage, Xu Yuezhen couldn't help thinking of what Meng Ziming had said to describe her friends in front of her with a photo.

Ordinary people come to pay homage to the dead with a serious face. After all, the dead are the most important, and they respect the dead. But they are friends themselves, and there is no need to be so serious even when paying homage. It is as casual as meeting old friends.

This is the reason why they chose this time to come. After all, they are doing this in front of their relatives, so they are looking for scolding.

Immediately, Su Qing picked up a bright red apple, wiped it on his clothes, and didn't dislike it. He just took a bite, and then muttered: "I said at the beginning, if your kid leaves, I will say nothing." I have to come over and eat your tribute like crazy, and let you cheat."

As he spoke, he seemed to be still unrepentant, and took two more bites, not to mention, it was quite sweet.

Soon, their little paper money was almost burned. Old A took out a comic and threw it into the fire with the packaging.

"San'er, Hokage is over, I'll burn it to you, forget about blogging, you must have a cerebral hemorrhage after reading it, One Piece is still early, I brought you the latest one first, Conan is still in elementary school, I feel that I This life is suspended, when the time comes, I will let my son burn it for us."

And Daqiang reluctantly threw a USB flash drive into the king's fire, and said in pain: "My buddy, you have given me all the treasures of these years. You have to cherish them. When I go down in the future, you have to return them to me."

Hearing this, Old A stared: "This, is this your 128g seed USB flash drive? Fuck, make a backup for me!"

They even wanted to pick it up, but the people who saw it were speechless. If Xu Yuezhen hadn't been there, they would have wanted to beat San'er in front of him.

Qin Wei, the dog, was distracted a lot. He took out a can of yellow peaches from his bag, opened it and put it on the table: "You used to say that you are from the Northeast, so you should like to eat this. They say that the canned yellow peaches will be blessed by God." Every child who lives outside is doing well there."

Neither Meng Ziming's parents are natives of Jiangcheng, they moved here three hours later, but because of the influence of their parents, they still have a slight northeast accent, which everyone knows.

Seeing this, Su Qingzhou took out a long object wrapped in plastic, about four feet long, and after opening it, there was a long, thin and straight wooden stick inside.

"This is the one I went shopping in the suburbs yesterday and found the best one. It's cheap for you."

After that, he threw the stick into the fire.

Xu Yuezhen looked at it a little confused. She knew all the gifts brought by the others except the USB flash drive, but this wooden stick was a little unreasonable.

What surprised her even more was that the other three looked at the wooden stick with envy. Although they were all calm, she did feel that feeling.

Watching this scene, she suddenly felt that she was really happy to have such a group of friends.

Immediately, he reached into his bosom, took out a peace talisman, strung it into a rope with black silk, and used lovesickness as a letter, looked at it for a long time before throwing it into the fire.

Then he murmured:
"Three years ago, I prayed for your peace in Qingshan Temple, but the world didn't know about it, only me and the Bodhisattva knew about it.

I only wish you. "

Whispering softly, although the voice was not loud, but they were all heard. At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, and the flames danced.

In this regard, Su Qing patted the tombstone and sighed from the bottom of his heart. He sent his love letter to the mountain ghost, and sent his thoughts to the west wind. It is a pity that the ghost in the west is illiterate, and the west wind blows to the east!

(End of this chapter)