Jia Ru can come back

Chapter 68 A Restless Christmas Eve (2)

There are a lot of things to take, all of which are money papers and ingots that my mother folded in her free time.

When Zhou Yu and I went out, my mother sent it downstairs, and then handed me the black wooden box that I had been carrying all the time.

When I took it, my intuitive feeling was that it was very heavy.

Zhou Yu also noticed it, and reached out to me: "Let me carry it." But unexpectedly, I backed away, didn't look at him, just lowered my head and said, "We'll be in the car in a few steps." Then he took the lead Walk towards the parking lot.

When the car was on the road, I couldn't help turning my eyes to look at the rearview mirror outside the window. My mother was still standing downstairs, her figure gradually getting smaller, and she couldn't see it when she turned out of the neighborhood.After the car drove out for a while, I remembered to ask Zhou Yu: "Do you know the way?"

He glanced at me, "How can I be your driver if I don't know you?"

Phoenix Mountain, West City Cemetery.

The car was parked outside and they couldn't drive in. The two got out of the car to carry their things. Zhou Yu deliberately didn't come to carry the black wooden box, and took the rest of the things into his hands.Walking in the path one after the other, I silently counted to the No. 20 row and turned around. I saw someone worshiping at a certain position in front of me. I thought that someone would come to this cold place to celebrate the festival like us.

The numbers are marked on the ground with lime powder, you just need to search one by one to find NO.18.

When I got closer to the number, I suddenly felt a pause. The person kneeling in front of the tombstone seemed to be... NO.18?This person was wearing a white down jacket, a hat covering his head and face, and a black mask and sunglasses on his face. I didn't recognize who it was until I got close to him.

I carefully looked at the inscription on the tombstone. Yin Hong's father's name was engraved on it. After many years, I still find it glaring.

After confirming that this is my father's tombstone, I asked, "May I ask who you are?"

The other party seemed to be deep in thought and didn't notice that we were approaching. At this time, the body shook and turned around slowly.Sunglasses and a mask cover her tightly, and she can only be vaguely identified as a woman from the style and dress of the down jacket.

A large bouquet of white lilies was placed in front of her kneeling legs, covering almost the whole front of the tombstone.

"Who are you?" I asked again.

She got up from the ground and said vaguely with her head down: "I'm Mr. Jia's friend." Then she said: "Sorry, I'm leaving first." Bending down, she picked up the white backpack placed behind the lilies and went to meet her. We came in the opposite direction and walked in a hurry.

I stared at the white back for a while, and when the other party walked more than ten meters away, I suddenly called out: "Wait a minute."

She stopped and turned back, but my eyes fell back to my eyes, and my tone was cold: "Your things have been left behind, please take them away."

Silent reincarnation, Zhou Yu came up from behind and touched my hand, said in a low voice, "Jia Xiaoru, don't do this."

I suddenly turned my eyes and scolded: "Shut up!"

The pupils of the black eyes contracted, and a haze appeared.

Turning his gaze again, he focused on the white figure and said word by word: "Please take it away, Wei Lai!"

She walked back and took off her sunglasses and mask when she came to her, revealing the red eyes behind her, and the tears seemed to be still there.The look in my eyes was very sad: "Jia Ru, I just want to pay homage to Teacher Jia, there is no other meaning."

I said, "My dad is allergic to flowers, so he can't smell these foreign things."

The corners of her mouth froze, and she lowered her head and whispered, "Sorry, I don't know." Then she bent down and hugged the big bunch of lilies again, but it might be too big, and some flower branches fell to the ground.

I saw it blindingly, and reminded coldly: "There are still on the ground, please clean them up."

But Wei Lai was full of flowers at this time, and he had no hands to pick them up. He looked at me in a daze, then at Zhou Yu behind me, and called softly, "Ah Yu, help me pick it up." ?"

A string in my brain broke at that moment, and my reason was far away from me.

I bent down and grabbed the remaining flower branches on the ground and threw them forward, which happened to hit Wei Lai on the face. She exclaimed, loosened her hand, and the lilies scattered all over the ground.

"Get out! You are not welcome here, and my dad doesn't want to see you either!"

"Jia Ru, listen to me..."

With a flying kick, the raised lily danced wildly in the air, "Wei Lai, don't you fucking understand human speech? I tell you to get lost!" I hissed angrily, and my hands hanging by my side were clenched into fists In order to control not trembling.

The most piercing thing was that behind him Zhou Yu said, "Wei Lai, you should go first."

Someone was dazzled by the wind, shivering and turning around in aggrieved way, and ran away in shame and indignation.

And after that, I only did one thing, stubbornly threw the scattered lilies on the ground into the garbage bin at the intersection, not letting go of even one.

After cleaning up, I gasped for breath, my eyes searched the ground, and there was no room for a grain of sand in my eyes.

His shoulders sank, Zhou Yu said beside him: "Jia Xiaoru, it's alright, let's burn incense for Dad."

I glared at him fiercely, letting the anger in my eyes show.But he bit his lips tightly, and finally did not say a word. He lowered his head and stared at the tombstone. His knees softened and he knelt heavily on the ground, softly calling out: "Dad."

Every time I passed by my mother, I would go into the house to offer incense to my father, and chat for a while, but in this winter, facing this cold tombstone, I just yelled and felt tears welling up in my eyes.

I don't want to admit that I am weak, but that there are people who shouldn't come!
Zhou Yu also knelt down beside her, and took out everything her mother had prepared from her bag, nothing more than some paper money and folded ingots.He took lime powder and sprinkled a circle on the spot, and then moved everything into the circle.

"Do you light the fire or shall I?" he asked me, holding a box of matches.

I took it directly from his hand to strike a match, and numbly put paper money into the fire. The flame ironed the surrounding size of the space, but it was hard to warm my cold heart.We all understand that people don't bring them with them when they are born, and they don't take them away when they die. Burning these things is just a comfort for the living, and it can also be said to be a sense of ritual.But I am still doing such a thing year after year, regardless of whether it is meaningful or not, it is just to shorten the distance between life and death.

But across this tombstone, I can't feel the slightest breath of my father.It is even colder than the coffin in my mother's house, which is why I don't want to come to the cemetery.

What else can this place do besides make the living suffer?
When the paper money burned, the flames were blazing, but after a short while, it was extinguished and only ashes remained.Blown by the wind and shackled by the lime powder circle, no ash was blown away, but the scene of the silvery white ash trembling in the wind was particularly desolate.

I pulled the wooden box over, patted the lid lightly and said with a smile: "Dad, look what I brought you? Mom and I both know that's what you're thinking about, so I brought it here for you today. "

With a light push, the wooden box lid was lifted.My eyes slowly scanned the inside of the box, and everything was familiar and unfamiliar. This was the first time I opened the box since my father left.Before this, I hadn't even touched it.

My mother often takes it out and wipes it to prevent a little dust from falling on it.

I stretched out my hand, and Zhou Yu held it without touching my fingertips. I raised my head and looked into the quiet black eyes.He said: "Since you quit, don't touch it again." It seemed to be a long time, but in fact it was short. Want or don't."

Withdrawing his hand from between his fingers, he went straight down to pick up a deck of playing cards.

My father came to visit me at school that year, and he took a deck of playing cards and said to me: The most basic operation of magic is playing cards, and it is also the most difficult.

I opened the carton, took out the cards and spread them out in my palm, flipped through my hand and quickly pulled out one of the cards, turned it over, it was the Ace of Spades.Draw another card, Ace of Hearts.

Stretched out the cards in front of Zhou Yu, "You draw two."

He didn't move, just stared at me intently.

I smiled sarcastically, "Didn't you never believe in magic? If you don't try it, how will you know if you will fall for me?"

After a pause, he randomly drew two cards from the stack I stretched out.

I signaled him to turn over the cards, an A of clubs and an A of diamonds, one black and one red, conspicuous and neat.

It seems that even if you don't touch it for many years, the technology has not regressed.

He didn't continue to play cards, he carefully put the cards into the box and put them back in place.Fingers stroking the white ball, the red wine glass, the black cloth, every prop has seen my dad perform on the stage.

However, these small performances cannot attract too many people. The audience in the audience will not come to think about how many days and nights you have spent practicing these performances. They want to see something fresh and exciting.So even though my dad cherishes these treasures the most, he actually doesn’t use many of them on the stage. Instead, he uses them more when he teaches me to practice later.

In order to win the love of the audience, Dad performed more large-scale stage magic with a very high risk factor on the stage, because the effect would be shocking, exclaiming, and applauding.

On Christmas Eve four years ago, the playground was brightly lit and full of voices. Everyone's faces were filled with laughter, but I was the only one who was doomed to grief.

(End of this chapter)