Sun Yu's prose

On the day of Luo Sheng's father's funeral, the sun was raining.

The funeral car followed a row, and the front car was driving unsteadily. There was a black and white portrait hanging above the license plate, unknown white flowers hanging on the car, and the body of Luo Sheng's father was in the back compartment.

No, it's a corpse.

Lawson is sitting in the passenger seat of a car, and his vision is unstable. He opened his mouth, but said nothing, so he had to shut his mouth again.

He is a little confused, his head is white, he is top-heavy, and he has no real feelings at all.

Luo's father, Luo, is a nice young man and belongs to the self-employed with a little savings. Because I am cheerful and calm, I have made many friends, so my business is often completed.

Luo went out to talk about business that night, and went home with a certificate of merit from a miyoshi student, with a proud look on his immature face and a publicity color that only belongs to youth. He almost cocked his tail, put the certificate in front of his parents, told them what good grades he had got in the whole school this time, and asked his parents for the right to go out to play in the summer vacation. But my father was busy with a big business at that time. He was on the phone and saw the certificate. He just touched his son's head and said nothing. Mother wrote something on the table, and the reaction of the two people was unexpectedly cold. Luo Sheng felt wronged, shook off his father's hand and sat sulking. Luo made a phone call and rubbed his son's head in a funny way, saying that there happened to be a big business in the evening, and I will reward you tomorrow. Be obedient.

I didn't even say anything this time, thinking that I am not a child. He pushed Luo's hand away and angrily went to another place to sit. Mother saw the joke and got up to prepare for Luo's going out. Luo had to sigh and say it's time for you to grow up, Luo Sheng. At sixteen, you are still so naive.

Luo Sheng secretly told me that I was no longer a child. At the same time, he hesitated to go to the door to see Luo go out. His lips mumbled something, and he wanted to raise his hand and put it down again. Luo Shi Gui told me what happened. Don't lose your temper You're only a sophomore. Act like a big boy. Luo's good mood fell to the bottom again. He bit his lip and said angrily, forget it. Go ahead, it's okay.

He is too young to control his temper and embarrassed to apologize to his father. He thinks it's not his fault, because everyone always thinks he is a child. As soon as his brain was hot, he turned and ran back to his room, locked the door, and lay in bed thinking, completely forgetting that one of the summer homework assigned by the teacher was "Say' I love you' to my parents personally". My mother saw my father to the door and said goodbye to him. Business will be successful, and we will wait for you to come back.

At that time, Luo Sheng was angry and didn't want to come back. He always regarded me as a stupid father of a child.

We will wait for you to come back.

Do not come back.

Then he never came back.

That night, Luo was hit by a car on his way home. He was still alive then. He is always lucky. As long as the rescue is timely, it is entirely possible for him to be rescued. However, like many drunk drivers, the car ran away Fragments plunged into Luo's lungs, and no one had ever walked that road. He tried to climb to his dropped mobile phone with a glimmer of hope, but it had been run over by an escaped car.

An unfortunate way to die. Finally, his body was found in the early morning, clutching a broken mobile phone.

The family was informed soon. Luo Sheng's mother, Zhang Ying, was called to claim the body. The woman who works with her husband for the company they run is very strong, but she still cries.

Yao Ming smiled and told him that yesterday we were waiting for you to come back. Today, seeing his livid face, he will never open his eyes again. Fate is so bad, it only takes a few hours, and heaven and man are separated forever.

However, regret is useless, decadence must be discarded, so she shivered and wiped her face. Even if her calf was weak, she straightened her back and said to the police, "Please let me take him home."

She and Luo Sheng.

Can't back down, can't give up. She is Luo's wife and mother.

She is somewhat unfamiliar with everything, reporting cases, taking notes, investigating, preparing funerals, and contacting family, friends and business partners. Running back and forth every day, my feet can hardly touch the ground. It's already two or three o'clock in the morning when I go home, but I have to get up at five or six o'clock and drag my tired body to do things. Lawson could hardly see her.

She just put down an envelope in her room, which contained Luo's death notice, a summary of the case and a note with a few words written on it:

Luo Sheng, grow up. Mom loves you, and he loves you. You have to believe me, and I believe you. We all have to work harder, okay?

Luo has always been a happy boy. He is handsome, popular and has the same personality. He is an only child, loves him very much and has a well-off family.

He just didn't expect the first setback in life to be so bumpy. It is precisely because I was too happy and smooth before, so I am more afraid and helpless now.

But I can't. He is sixteen years old. He is a man, and he must take responsibility.

So he said to his mother, ok.

I will work harder.

Even if my legs are shaking, my fists are shaking and my teeth are fighting, I will learn to stand in front of you.

Suffering can make people grow best.

He sat in the car, his eyes kept shaking, and his heart gave birth to an unspeakable feeling of vomiting. The things in my head seem to have turned into magma, and the boiling makes people want to faint.

I can't say anything, not even my voice. Zhang Ying sat in the back seat, wearing a black suit and a white shirt, and her delicate makeup couldn't hide her fatigue.

The sun is shining. It seems ironic.

Luo Sheng, close your eyes.

The body was placed in the middle of the hall, and the makeup artist skillfully outlined a peaceful smile on his stiff skin, and the livid body was covered. He seems to just lie there quietly.

Almost fake.

There are many people here. Black or white, with white flowers on his chest and red eyes from crying. Lawson is not interested in these faces. He just holds his mother's hand.

When Luo was sent to the cremation room, he took his mother's hand and stepped out. After a while, the peaceful body will turn into light dust and sleep in their carefully selected boxes. Only one soul can prove that he once existed so truly.

Luo Sheng looked out of the window.

It used to be sunny, but I don't know when it suddenly rained a lot. Raindrops are so heavy that they make a "pattering" sound on the glass.

This is a solar rain.

Lawson paused.

It suddenly occurred to him that when he was very young, Luo seemed to have taken him to someone's funeral. It was dusk at that time, and the sun was orange-red, like duck egg yellow, but beautiful.

Just then, it began to rain.

Father didn't speak. After a while, he crouched down and hugged Luo Sheng, as if he was sad about something. Then he put his forehead on Lawson's forehead, clasped his hands tightly and whispered a word.

I love you, son.

It is still raining.

In less than a minute, Luo Sheng became speechless. He raised his lips and saw a father and son beside him.

The man squatted down and gently held the child's hand. He is wearing a black suit and his hair is thick and black. He turned his back on Lawson, who couldn't see his face.

But he felt so familiar.

Then Luo Sheng's eyes suddenly blurred. The dry lacrimal gland suddenly broke out and almost burned his eyes.

At that moment, he seemed to have traveled through time and space, returned to his childhood, and even heard his father say "I love you, son" in his ear.

He wants to find the father and son, hug his young self and tell him not to cry. You must work harder. However, he can't walk any further, and something is pressing on his chest tightly, which makes people feel extremely painful and breathless. He opened his mouth but made no sound, like a dehydrated fish, choking like a rag.

He took a long breath of air rudely and squeezed his mother's hand.

The hand shook him gently.

Although he couldn't make a sound, he cried like a child. Tears blurred my vision and I almost burped when I cried.

He thought of his wayward self that night, but he seemed to think of another person. It's just a few days, but it's forced to grow even more than a few years later. At that time, I was like a joke, with ridiculous ideas, but I hit the nail on the head.

Luo is really not coming back. No one will spoil his head again, saying that he is like a child, carefully put away his awards, remember all his preferences, and do everything for him regardless.

He lost a mountain. A kind of love. But it's not just that.

He lost Luo Shi Gui. He lost his father.

Forever.

Even an apology and an I love you can't convey it. Nothing is more cruel than this.

Zhang Ying gave him a gentle hug. Luo Sheng found that he was half a head taller than her, and he could even see a few strands of white hair behind her head. He hugged his mother back, lowered his head and slightly opened his lips.

I love you.

Even if I can't contact you, I still love you.

I love you, even though I know this cruel fact better than anyone.

The world lost its voice, and he could only hear his own whispers.

My heart beat through the eardrum and filled my mind.

Knock, knock, knock.

Sunlight and rain pattered on the windows.

The sun shines through the window and kisses people's hair and bodies. Warm yellow light only brings warmth and light.

It seems that this gentle rain should be over.