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However, there are no strong winds and waves, and complete calm is unlikely.

On the way to work this day, I received a call from Lu Yue—Papa Lu passed away.

When I saw that the caller was her, I was mentally prepared, and it was not too surprising, but after hanging up the phone, I still pulled the car to the side of the road and calmed down for a long time.

When he got home, Shang Muxiao had brought his dog to the door and was playing games. He has more and more things at home these days, not to mention his clothes and trousers. He also installed his game console two days ago, saying that my side has a large projection cloth and it is more fun to play.

I said hello to him when I entered the door, and then headed into the kitchen to cook.

The rice is already cooked in the rice cooker - this is the only thing Shang Muxiao can do, just make two more dishes.

"What's wrong with you?" Shang Muxiao's voice suddenly sounded behind him while cutting the loofah.

I stopped the knife and turned my head in confusion. He leaned against the kitchen door and looked at me with frown. Seeing that I didn't speak, he quickly walked towards me.

"Who made you angry?" he asked, holding out a hand to hold my face, observing my expression.

Sometimes he is really keen, not only in terms of seeing people, but also in observing words and expressions.

Somehow, the emotions that should have calmed down could no longer be suppressed after he asked this way.

I let go of the knife, I hugged him tightly, put my face on his shoulder, closed my eyes and said, "My roommate's father has passed away."

He was shocked when he heard the words, but he didn't make a sound for a long time, just let me hold him.

"I'll read your books when you're not here these days." He raised his hand and pressed it lightly on my back, in an indescribably clumsy gesture of reassurance, "Seeing Schopenhauer say, In the face of irreparable things, we should all do our best, obey the destiny, and tell ourselves... everything that happens is bound to happen, unavoidable."

This is typical fate theory.

"You're actually interested in philosophy?" I leaned on him and snuggled up to him. I couldn't say that I had completely recovered, but I also received a lot of comfort.

"Because I want to know more about your world," he said, hugging me tighter.

We hugged in the kitchen for a long time, and after making sure my emotions were stable, Shang Muxiao released me.

In the end, he didn't let me continue to cook, but ordered the usual takeout. At night, I stayed with the egg yolk for the night because I was afraid of my wild thoughts, and didn't leave.

Chapter 66 You don't need to be very sensible

Shang Muxiao and I attended Dad Lu's funeral. In fact, I can do it alone, but he was afraid that it would be dangerous for me to drive when I was emotionally unstable, so he insisted on accompany me.

Not even emotionally unstable. Death is the inevitable fate of everyone. From birth, we are living towards death. Everyone will play the leading role in a TV series called "My Life", and finally go to this inevitable ending.

When Dad Lu was alive, I may have some regrets that he failed to fight for himself a chance to live. But he has passed away now, and I have said goodbye to him, so I can say that I have no regrets.

Father Lu was buried in the cemetery where Lu Feiheng was located. On the day of the burial, Shang Muxiao and I left home early in the morning. When he arrived, the time was right, and Shang Muxiao also bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums at the gate.

Those who attended the funeral wore solemn black clothes. Lu's mother was supported by Lu Yue and kept wiping her tears with a tissue. Seeing me coming, Mama Lu took the initiative to come over and give me a hug, thanking me for being able to send Dad Lu the last ride.

"Old Lu will be happy to know that you are here, and Feiheng will be happy too..." She found that Shang Muxiao, who was silent, probably couldn't remember who he was, so she could only ask me for help with her eyes.

"This is mine..." The word "student" was about to be blurted out, but when it came to the mouth, I changed my mind and changed it to the word that I liked better, which can better reflect the relationship between Shang Muxiao and me, "... ... lover."

Mother Lu was startled, apparently not expecting me to answer like this.

"You..." She couldn't get back to her senses at all. She had a lot of questions, but she didn't know what to ask. If Lu Yue hadn't quietly pulled her twice, she might have stayed in front of me.

At this time, other people came, and Lu Yue nodded to me and Shang Muxiao, and took Lu's mother to greet each other.

"It's okay?" Shang Muyun leaned behind me and whispered.

I shook my head, took the chrysanthemum in his hand, and sent it to the tomb of Lu's father. It was Lu Feiheng's tombstone not far away.

In the photo, he smiled well and gently, and it was the most common look I saw. Ten years have passed, and I have been more than thirty, but they will always stay at the age of twenty.

"Is this your roommate?" Shang Muyu said softly to the epitaphs on the tombstone. "Don't be sad, I finally can find out the truth of the will."

I smiled slightly: "This is probably the truth that everyone who studies philosophy."

It is also the mystery that cannot be solved so far.

I felt that Shang Muyi kept looking at me and didn't speak. I turned my head strangely and asked, "What?"

He didn't speak, and looked at me for a long time, looked away, staring at Lu Feiheng on the photo: "Nothing."

After the funeral, Mother Lu was a little excited, and everyone surrounded them to comfort. With so many people, I ca n’t turn my turn. I ca n’t help it. I talked to Lu Yan and was ready to leave.

While paying attention to her mother, she hurriedly said goodbye to me. When she and Shang Muyu came out of more than ten meters, she heard her call me behind.

"Beishang." She ran over, pulled my arm, glanced at Shang Mu, and asked, "Actually, I wanted to ask, but I have been uncertain. Is my brother ... The same as you? "

I was a little surprised and I don't know how to answer.

"This matter has been pressed in my heart for more than ten years, I ... I have no other meaning, I just want to know my brother. I don't want to see him in the future, I don't know what kind of person he is." She I just cried, and the eyes were still red. At this moment, when I talked about Lu Feiheng, I couldn't help crying.