For the first time, someone told me that, it seems that he is not unprecedented except for his face.

I just had a smile in my lips, and suddenly I thought of waking up in my dream last night. I held the clothes on his back, like a drowning person grabbed the last life -saving straw until he cried and fell asleep again without letting go.

I buried my face into my palm, and I couldn't believe that I would cry like that, or I cried like that in front of Shang Mu.

I don't know how he will laugh at me ...

With annoyed, after washing, I did psychological construction, and then pushed out the door.

There is no figure in Shang Mu on the sofa, and there is an inexplicable flavor in the air, as if something is burnt.

I was shocked in my heart. I came to the kitchen following the Weier. I saw Shang Mu Yong sitting in front of the table for a meal. There were only takeaway bags on the side. The small table is covered.

"Wake up." He saw me awake, raised his chin, and motioned for me to have breakfast in the past.

"What is confused?"

"The porridge is paste." He looked completely good, his appetite increased greatly, one mouthful rolled down his belly, and he went to get one in his mouth without swallowing. "I originally wanted to cook porridge, but I blinked it in a blink of an eye, and then I called for takeaway."

Sweeping the garbage bin in the corner, he disgusted: "The pot is abolished, I am too lazy to wash, and accompany you a new one next time."

I followed the past and almost didn't recognize my little milk pot. The once fresh mint green shell became blackened, and the enamel coating inside sticking to a thick layer of coke, which was completely changed to a pot, and it was wasteful.

"No, it's old, it's not worth a few money." I remember that there was a whole set of this pot. When I moved, Shen Luoyu sent me, saying that it was a brand abroad. The advantage was that it looked good and the disadvantage was expensive. The total price she gave me was more than five digits, and it was quite painful to send her, and because of this pot of gold and expensive, I rarely used it.

Unexpectedly, it died in the hands of Shang Mu, and it was also dead.

"Preserved egg lean porridge, do you eat?" He lifted the lid of a plastic bowl and pushed it to me.

I nodded and took the plastic 杓 in the take -out bag.

He did not mention what happened last night, nor did he show any meaning to me. It made me wonder if it was really a dream I thought of last night.

"Did you feed back?" Sitting at a table for dinner, it was a bit strange to not speak. I could only try to find the topic.

"Retreat. I retired at midnight yesterday."

"Have you contacted your sister?"

"Um." He took a sip of soy milk and wiped his mouth with a paper towel. It was finished. "I will go home tonight."

After eating breakfast, I took him to school. Because of the different campus he was going, he got out of the car at the gate.

"By the way ..." He opened the door, was about to get off the car. I called him and told him about the death of Mr. Huang Lao, a psychological mutual assistance group.

It may be that someone asked Sister Liao's relevant information. She sent the funeral time and place yesterday to come over, saying that she wanted to send Mr. Huang for the last journey to participate.

The funeral ceremony was set to this afternoon. I just had no class in the afternoon, so I planned to get him.

"The old man is dead." Shang Mu's expression was faint, and it didn't look unexpected. "Are you going?"

"go."

He thought about it, and said, "Then I'll go with you."

I was a little surprised and thought he would not go. After all, he participated in a mutual aid group. Maybe even several people did not remember.

Finally, he agreed to see the school entrance at two o'clock in the afternoon. He nodded and knew that he left the car and left.

After class in the morning, after lunch, I read the documents in the office for a while, and I unknowingly became a little fascinated. If it wasn't for the message from Shang Muxiao that he was already waiting outside the school gate, I would not have found the time.

I thought he was going in my car, but when I looked at the door, there was a familiar blue and white heavy machine parked on the side of the road. The rider wore a helmet and supported one foot on the ground. Whether it was the scene or himself, it seemed that The model was shooting a poster, and even if she couldn't see her face, passersby looked at her.

I drove the car beside him, lowered the window and asked, "Are you following me?"

He opened his goggles, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, are you still afraid that I won't be able to keep up with you?"

The subtext seems to be saying: "Just your turtle speed, I will let you not be afraid of ten yards."

Without saying a word, I raised the car window and drove in front of Shang Muxiao to lead the road. The 30-kilometer journey took only an hour.

The sun is good today, there is no wind and no rain, the temperature is low, but it will not make people feel cold, it is a good weather.

When we arrived, there was a circle of people near Mr. Huang's tombstone, and everyone was holding a white chrysanthemum in their hands, and their expressions were solemn and solemn.

At the end of the crowd, I don't know if it was the funeral service staff or the family members of the old gentleman. He was dressed in black and held a handful of white chrysanthemums in his arms. Seeing us approaching, he asked about our identities and gave me and Shang Muxiao a flower.

We stood at the end and could only hear vague voices in front of us. It seemed that Mr. Huang's son was delivering a eulogy.

After about two minutes, the eulogy was finished, and the crowd began to move, one by one to lay flowers.

Shang Muxiao and I were the last two to go up. The tombstone was already covered with flowers. The old man in the photo smiled very kindly and kindly. The place where the urn was placed was engraved with a line of dazzling gold characters - you are still young, You have to live well.

He actually engraved this sentence as his epitaph. It was like... his final warning to the younger generation who came to attend the funeral.

The dignified emotions dissipated a lot, and heart was a little funny, but also a little warm. Even in the cold season, can always feel the slightest warmth.