Chapter 28

On the streets of autumn, the sudden cooling brought the whole city into winter, and the cold wind blew the grass and leaves withered yellow. It was early in the morning, but the sun did not shine as expected, the thick clouds blocked the only little heat, leaving only the unstoppable chill.

On the spacious road, vehicles shuttled and seldom stopped, and the few pedestrians on the side of the road were all in a hurry, wrapped tightly, wishing to put on the full set of winter equipment in advance.

There was only one young man walking slowly, out of place in this street.

He was wearing only a single coat and holding a bunch of white flowers, he walked far away from the pedestrians on the side of the road and came to the crossroads. Passers-by all turned to look at him, their eyes were mostly curious, but also amazed.

These sights should have kept the young man sharp, but now he doesn't care at all, as if he has been completely cut off from this world.

He stopped at the lamp post beside the intersection, looked up, and looked at the passing traffic not far away.

The autumn wind blew up the layers of white chrysanthemum petals and blew up the boy's thin clothes, pouring in along the neckline and hem, turning the white top into a too fragile sail.

Qi Ji felt hot a few days ago, so hot that she kept burning inside her body. Now he was finally cold, his fingertips were stiff and his heart was frozen.

But not because of the cold wind.

A few steps ahead is his nightmare field. Going a little closer, you might still be able to see the long-dry bloodstains from the cracks of the asphalt road.

They were rolled over by passing tires, covered in layers of dust, and buried so deeply in the streetscape that no one would take the time to pay attention.

But they kept surging and flowing in Qi Ji's heart forever.

Qi Ji stood between the gray sky and the gray ground, and he was the object that was most tightly blocked by the gray haze. He remembered that early morning. The night before, Dad had just called and said that he was going to S City soon, and he also bought his favorite malt candy on the way.

While Qi Ji said that he didn't like candy when he was so old, he felt that the sweetness between his lips and teeth had grown from hearing his father's voice.

Qi Ji woke up before dawn, and excitedly bought breakfast for four, ready to eat with his parents who came back from the long journey.

But before the last pair of chopsticks were ready, he received a call.

A thunderbolt from the blue, the roar of the scorching sun.

Qi Ji still doesn't know how to remember that day. He has pieced together that scene countless times, and it is extremely realistic and immersive. This is the spontaneous action of the mind and has nothing to do with his own will.

That morning, the truck that had traveled hundreds of kilometers returned, got off the ring-city expressway, and prepared to enter the city. Everything was calm as usual, but just as the truck was about to pass through this intersection, another truck with a brake failure suddenly rushed out. The truck driver honked his horn in a panic and tried to change direction, but it was too late. step.

But fate did not favor them. Two large-tonnage trucks collided on the spot, killing two and injuring one.

The accident report was nothing more than a few lines of text description and a few cold numbers. At that critical moment, what came out was a hot river of blood. Qi Ji had listened to a detailed report on the scene. At the moment when the two cars collided, Dad instinctively turned the steering wheel and let him collide on this side, so as to protect the mother on the other side. He even stretched out his hand at the last moment and used half of his body to protect the person in the co-pilot under him.

"boom!"

That sound should have been a loud noise that shook the sky, a serious injury that had been branded in Qi Ji's cochlea for a long time.

Dad protected Mom, but he underestimated the impact of the collision between the two cars.

He was lucky enough to stay awake under such a big impact, but he watched the passenger's window glass shatter into cold, glittering shards with his own eyes. They were so cold and so sharp that they pierced through Mom's body and punctured the airbag.

Dad tried so hard to protect his lover, waiting for the shock of the earth-shaking to finally stop, but he watched as his mother swallowed in his arms.

Because at the last moment, he desperately pushed the front of his car up, and the door on the driver's seat was directly knocked crooked. The mobile phone under the steering wheel was thrown out and rolled into the mud and dust by the roadside.

Mommy's mobile phone was in arrears, she thought that she would not be separated from her father when she returned to S city anyway, so she was not willing to charge it. She transferred the call to her father's mobile phone card, and planned to pay the bill when she went out next time. .

So if Dad wanted to make another call to Qi Ji, he had to reach for the mobile phone that rolled by the roadside.

Dad isn't really invulnerable, and it's impossible for him to survive this collision unscathed. The phone is only five meters away, and you can see it as soon as you look up, but it is so out of reach for the blood-stained father.

He dragged his body and crawled over. It was too early, there was no one at the intersection, and Dad couldn't call for help, so he could only open the door, threw himself down desperately, and moved to the phone inch by inch.

A long bloodstain was dragged on the ground, as if a long piece of skin had been torn off from the intact tender heart.

Dad finally got to the phone, before his life was completely exhausted. With trembling hands, he dialed the number, leaving bloody fingerprints on the screen, shocking.

But the quality of the phone was so bad that it shattered the screen when it was dropped, and the screen was full of colorful ghosts. Dad tried his best to press the number sent by Qi, but he couldn't press the last green call button.

On the broken mobile phone screen, the bloodstains on the dial buttons were the heaviest, and the blood stains were condensed together, and it was difficult to wipe them clean.

In the end, Qi Ji lost the chance to receive that call forever.

So he carries a brick machine with him that can't be broken no matter how it falls. He is afraid that he will have to do it again and have irreparable regrets.

But this is only a kind of self-comfort after all, but it cannot heal the blood-red scars that have been deeply carved.

The scene of the tragic car accident gradually attracted a crowd of onlookers. Some people called the police for an ambulance, and some people approached carefully, saw the number that could not be dialed on the mobile phone screen, and used their mobile phone to call Qi Ji's father.

Qi Ji was called to the scene of the accident.

When he arrived, the ambulance had just arrived. Qi Ji followed and got into the ambulance. On one side was her mother, who was covered with a white cloth, and on the other, her father, who was bleeding non-stop.

The sound of the warning signal to give way resounded on the streets in the early morning, and the ambulance was speeding on the road, but it was slower than the turtle in the hearts of those who were anxiously waiting.

The hospital gate finally appeared in front of the car, and just after crossing the threshold, the on-board heart rate machine suddenly made a harsh sound.

"Drip-"

The faint undulations are attributed to a long, hopelessly long line.

Running, shouting, avoiding, giving first aid, Dad Qi was finally pushed into the emergency room. Qi Ji ran after the medical staff in a daze, and was locked out of the door again, watching the bright red emergency light come on and then go out in a short time.

His lips, teeth, and nose were full of the fishy smell of blood, and the rapid wheezing was difficult to calm down. The hospital-specific smell of disinfectant water was poured into his nose.

In this smell, Qi Ji heard the heavy and cold voice of the doctor.

"Death time, 09:17:11."

Qi Ji felt as if his respiratory tract was burned by the smell of disinfectant, and the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger, making him cough. Someone came out and said "condolences" to him. Before he finished speaking, the expression on his face changed from heavy to panic.

"What's the matter with you... Quick, come here! Some people are bleeding from the mouth and nose!"

That day was too long.

Qi Ji didn't care about the tears, and only remembered the blood that flowed countless times that day, whether it was his father, mother, his broken brother, or himself.

In despair, he couldn't shed any tears. He seemed to be numb, alive like a corpse, and even able to deal with the things that suddenly pressed on his shoulders in a coherent manner.

The real opening of the gate, the collapse, and the unstoppable tears are already a thing of the future.

Afterwards, Qi sent him to deal with his parents' funeral. He was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground. He went home to get the documents. As soon as he pushed the door in, he suddenly saw the breakfast for four that he had bought that was completely cold.

It was when Qi sent him to the police station to make a record, and after finishing all the necessary procedures, she saw a young policewoman holding a physical evidence bag in her hand, which contained a bag of maltose that was stained with blood and had already been deformed.

Later, when Qi Ji met the people, things, and things he had seen with his parents again, he suddenly realized that he would never have the same experience with his parents again.

Qi Ji loved to cry when he was a child. When he was very young, his father hugged him, pinched the tip of his nose, and said distressedly, "We Qi Qi love to cry so much, what would we do if we were bullied by our parents?"

At that time, Qi Ji didn't know what it means to be forced to live. He could even cry loudly when he heard his father say this, hugging his father's neck and making him promise that he would not leave.

When Qi Ji grew up, he couldn't cry anymore.

He was too self-willed. He used up all his favored quotas when he was a child, so when he grew up, no one would comfort him no matter how many tears he shed.

Qi Ji understood.

The wind is getting more and more urgent, rolling leaves, wrapped in coolness, and rampaging under the sky, making a cry like a whimper.

Qi Ji understood. When I was young, my parents went out to do business because they thought he was ignorant and could not take care of him, so they could not take him. He was alone in his hometown, trying to learn everything. My mother used to be a math teacher, so Qi Ji got full marks in every math test. Dad used to teach art classes at school, and Qi Ji painted every day in addition to studying.

He was too greedy, and he actually wanted to use these performances to win praise. It was obvious that he was a burden, and he couldn't take it away and was a drag on his parents' minds.

When he grew up, his parents settled down in S City and took him to school. The family was finally able to reunite. As a result, new regulations were issued in S City. Qi Ji could not take the local college entrance examination. In my hometown, my mother continued to work hard outside, and the family still had to live in two places.

It was Qi Ji who did the harm, because he made it impossible for the family to reunite.

Later, Qi Ji was admitted to F University, and his younger brother was successfully admitted to S City No. 1 Middle School. Seeing that the days of separation were coming to an end, as a result, his parents were deceived by a partner from his hometown. .

Even if he came out a year earlier, his parents would not trust that so-called kind fellow.

Qi Ji understood.

These are all his faults.

Even if Qi Ji worked day and night to make money from design and business drafts, he went to work part-time and part-time jobs in various places, and even went to the boxing ring and clubhouse to make money at all costs, just to make up a little bit. parental harm.

But he owed so much, how could he be able to pay it back?

And Qi Ji herself was expecting to be favored by her parents.

He should have understood sooner.

It's his wishful thinking, it's that he doesn't deserve it at all.

So his parents just left him like this and walked away without looking back.

White chrysanthemum lay beside the lamp post, staring at the calm and ordinary road from a distance. Qi Ji raised his head and stared dryly at the cold and gloomy gray sky.

A cool breeze blows with the sound of rain.

Almost in the blink of an eye, heavy rain poured down and wet the entire city. Pedestrians on the roadside quickened their pace, trying to find a place to shelter from the rain.

The boy next to the snow-white bouquet did not move.

He looked at the road in front of him. The heavy rain splashed a little bit of water on the asphalt, as if it had finally washed away those bloodstains.

In the hazy rain curtain, a familiar figure seemed to come along and stretched out his hand to him.

Qi Qi...

Qi Ji's eyes didn't dare to blink, and he stared at it.

Dad, Mom...

Are you coming to pick me up?

You sure won't leave me, will you? No matter where you go, please take me with you, I will never cry again, I will be obedient, I can change everything, don't want me...

take me away.

Desolate wind, cold rain, biting chill. The lost boy's eyes were empty, as if being pulled by a rope, he slowly walked to the place that appeared in nightmares again and again.

The heavy rain was slow, but it also blurred the view from the car window. The intersection is where the traffic is most concentrated. The speeding vehicle was wrapped in torrential rain, and it was hard to avoid the boy's path—

A figure rushed out from the side of the road and suddenly pulled the person back.

The speeding vehicle was still some distance away from the boy, but it was this distance that caused the splash of water and mud splashed by the wheels to fly directly to the two of them. At the critical moment, the latecomer took a step sideways and held the boy tightly in his arms.

The muddy water splashed, and Doutou splattered his back all over his body.

The group of people who had been waiting for a long time but couldn't react at the critical moment only then hurriedly surrounded them, holding umbrellas for umbrellas and clothes for clothes.

Pei Yusheng ignored them and just looked down at the boy in his arms.

The rain was noisy, and the thunder pierced his ears, but Pei Yusheng could only hear his own rapid heartbeat.

He held the person firmly in his arms, but he still needed to confirm repeatedly before he could barely press the panic.

Qi Ji still had his eyes open, but his eyes were empty and he couldn't see anything.

He murmured, the name that Pei Yusheng was most familiar with these days.

"dad……"

But there is no longer the peace and happiness of the past.

The wide umbrella covered the rain on the top of the head, and on the wet white face, there were hot water droplets that were completely different from rain threads, and finally slid down from the corners of the dry and red eyes.

His arms sank, and the boy passed out in Pei Yusheng's arms.

The man's jaw tightened and the veins on his forehead jumped slightly.

He took a deep breath, picked up the person horizontally, and stepped into the long-awaited car.