flameout

Chapter 5

Ji Minghui still couldn't make it through. On the morning of the third day in the ICU, Ji Yue's father, who had been confused for most of his life, passed away after all.

Ji Yue knew that cerebral hemorrhage was difficult to treat, so he had done a lot of psychological construction in the past two days. However, when he saw Ji Minghui's heartbeat become a straight line and heard the shrill siren of the medical equipment, he couldn't quite hear the doctor. When I said something to him, I just felt that my thoughts seemed to be separated from this body in a hazy state, and everything was far away from him.

He seemed to be pushed by someone suddenly. He came back to his senses and saw the nurse standing in front of him talking, but Ji Yue couldn't tell. He frowned and wanted to ask, but found that he couldn't say anything at all. talk.

After another ten seconds, Ji Yue felt that there was a fog in front of him, making him unable to see clearly. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, and touched the tears in his hand. Ji Yue never thought that that ordinary afternoon was his farewell to his father.

He heard the clock in the corridor of the hospital, and the anxious family members waiting outside the operating room next door, but he didn't seem to hear anything, only the piercing beep of the electrocardiogram turning into a straight line seemed to be in his ears.

Ji Yue raised his head, he knew what the nurse was saying to him this time, the nurse was asking him if he wanted to wipe Ji Minghui's body himself, or hire a nurse.

Ji Yue took a deep breath, shook his head, and said, "I'll do it myself."

There was no one in the room except Ji Yue, and their relatives cut off contact with them long after they knew that Ji Minghui owed so much money as a mortgage usury for others. At this time, the first ray of sunlight outside the house shone through the glass, Ji Yue held the towel, gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to caress his father.

Almost at that moment, Ji Yue's throat was choked and his nose was sore. When he blinked, tears fell down his chin. Ji Yue bit his lip and unbuttoned Ji Minghui's clothes little by little, and the foul smell spread little by little.

Death never gives dignity.

Ji Yue changed two basins of water, and then almost cleaned Ji Minghui's body completely. At this time, Ji Minghui's body was a little stiff, so Ji Yue quickly took the prepared clothes, and carefully and slowly put them on Ji Minghui's body.

In this way, Ji Minghui became the father who wore an ordinary light blue shirt in Ji Yue's memory again, but his eyes were closed forever.

Ji Yue took a deep breath, and reluctantly said: "From now on, I will be left alone..." As soon as Ji Yue opened his mouth, his eyes turned red again, he couldn't stand up anymore, he didn't dare to look at Ji Minghui's face, Ji Yue squatted beside the bed, He grabbed Ji Minghui's cuff in embarrassment, but didn't dare to touch his hand. With the other free hand, he wiped his face indiscriminately. Ji Yue swallowed, and then said: "Go well, I can take care of you." Don't worry about yourself."

"Also,...Dad, if there is a next life, I will still be your son."

After a while, Ji Yue stood up by the side of the bed, turned his head inadvertently, and saw He Bo standing at the door, just looking at him quietly, with sadness in his eyes.

Ji Yue was startled for a moment, then realized later: "You are here."

It wasn't until he was embraced by He Bo, Ji Yue closed his eyes, that he finally burst into tears, but he was still crying quietly, only the gradually spreading wetness of He Conglian's coat revealed his sadness.

Ji Yue was sobbing, he had known Qi Peisheng for eight years, and he had known He Conglian for eight years. To the familiar people, Ji Yue couldn't help murmuring: "He Bo, I don't have any family anymore."

He Bo frowned, and lightly patted Ji Yue's back twice. Although he didn't know where Ji Yue's mother had gone, Ji Yue never mentioned it. Presumably there was another story. In the eyes of Mr. Qi, but maybe he has never been less wronged than others.

However, at this moment, he couldn't even find words of comfort. He knew that Ji Yue needed a word of comfort, but he couldn't promise Mr. Qi, so He Bo just sighed silently.

But he still knew something, so he gradually let go of Ji Yue, took out a tissue to wipe his tears, and then said: "Mr. is already on his way here, please forgive me."

After the accident in Ji's family, many relatives and friends cut off contact. Ji Yue thought of Lin Fenghua in a trance. His mother walked away neatly, and even he was completely left behind. Ji Yue felt a sigh of relief in his heart. Nian Leng didn't even go back to see his grandparents, and he just made a phone call during the holidays, but Ji Minghui passed away, should he tell Lin Fenghua?

Ji Yue hesitated, and remembered that they had just been approached by a debt collection lawyer at that time. He called his mother for help, but after explaining the reason, his mother only told Ji Yue: "I can't control it, and you can leave him alone."

After that, he never called Lin Fenghua's cell phone again.

After a long time, Ji Yue never thought about fighting again.

At this moment, Ji Yue finally sent Lin Fenghua a text message, but he didn't get a reply. He hadn't called that call for a long time, and at this time, he didn't even know if his mother had changed the number.

When Qi Peisheng arrived, Ji Yue had already sent Ji Minghui to the funeral home.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ji Yue raised his head in a trance from the childhood memories when his parents were still together when he was young. His childhood life was not perfect, but he had a father and a mother, and he had no worries about food and clothing. An unattainable dream.At this time, Ji Yue saw Qi Peisheng, and saw him walk in from the bright door, casting a long and narrow shadow. Ji Yue had heard He Bo's words before, but still thought he was hallucinating, so he blinked.

He Bo welcomed Qi Peisheng in, and then stood away from him. In the empty funeral parlor, except for Ji Yue who was kneeling, only Qi Peisheng was left looking down at him.

Qi Peisheng was dressed in black, and he almost walked out of the night. Ji Yue saw the folds of his clothes and neckline, and wondered where he came from.

It seems that it was the same a few days ago, and the wind and dust came.

At this moment, Ji Yue wanted to cry again. His eyes were red, and in the blink of an eye they were blurred with tears. He said in his heart: Dad, this is Qi Peisheng, the one who pays our debts, my boss... the one I like.

the person I like.

Ji Yue tried to stand up, but he had been kneeling for a while, and he couldn't help but staggered when he got up. Qi Peisheng frowned, stretched out his hand to support Ji Yue, and didn't let go until he stood still.

But Ji Yue was still holding Qi Peisheng's arm. He looked at Qi Peisheng who was half a head taller than him. From this angle, he could even see the new stubble on Qi Peisheng's chin. Ji Yue felt that his vision was blurred again. He blinked Blinking his eyes, the warm liquid dripped down his cheeks, Ji Yue thought, he can't afford it.

Ji Yue looked at Qi Peisheng and didn't let go of his hand for a long time. He said softly, "I don't have a home anymore."

When Lin Fenghua and Ji Minghui divorced, only half of his home was left. It was the house where Ji Minghui had lived with them for almost 20 years. Personally; now the man who earns a retirement salary of over 1000 but spends over 100 to buy yogurt for Ji Yue is also dead. There is no home."

He is like a child who has been wronged, trying not to cry and returning home, but the first time he sees his parents, he can't help but turn red.

Qi Peisheng frowned, reached out and wiped away the tears on Ji Yue's face, and said in a low voice, "Be good."

As soon as the words fell, the warm liquid soaked his hands again.

Qi Peisheng sighed helplessly, grabbed the back of Ji Yue's head and pressed him into his arms, Ji Yue trembled all over, closed his eyes, and let the tears flow.

He always felt that Qi Peisheng was far away from him, but after spending so many years together day and night, Qi Peisheng had already become Ji Yue's most secure support.

He heard Qi Peisheng say to him: "Xiao Yue, my condolences."

Qi Peisheng was very busy, and Ji Yue didn't know how many things he pushed this week before rushing back to Pushi two days after the incident happened.It was He Bo who accompanied Ji Yue to choose the cemetery, and Ji Yue spent 5 yuan of his own savings to pick a place with good Fengshui in the new cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

The day of the burial was unexpectedly sunny. Early in the morning, the live chicken was chopped up with a knife, and the blood dripped into the grave. The air was filled with the smell of blood. From the beginning to the end of the burial process, except for the staff of the cemetery, He Bo and the driver were the only ones. The sixth child accompanied Ji Yue.

After a while, the sun rose, the bright sunlight was a bit dazzling, the grave was filled up, the stone slabs were re-paved, and the tombstone was erected. Looking at the photo of Ji Minghui when he was young on the tombstone, Ji Yue felt in a daze that he His father is not dead yet, it seems that he still has an agreement with his father, when he is free on weekends and does not work overtime, he will go back to Oil Street to have a meal with him, and he will also go to buy the roast goose that Ji Yue loved most when he was studying, Because those are the few preferences of Ji Yue that Ji Minghui knows...

Ji Yue turned his head and said to He Bo: "You guys go back first, I want to sit for a while."

He Bo turned his head and glanced at the sixth child, and said to Ji Yue: "You sit down, I'll wait for you in the parking lot with the driver." He paused, then added: "Just say what you want, vent it , cry if you want to cry."

Ji Yue responded, he watched He Bo and the driver go down the mountain in the battery car, turned his head to look at the brand-new tombstone, the sun was dazzling, Ji Yue lowered his head, unable to cry, and had nothing to say.

He wondered if he was too ruthless, Ji Minghui was still afraid when he was not cremated, but when he was cremated and turned into a pile of bones, Ji Yue was no longer afraid, but he couldn't admit that this was his father.

He felt sad for Ji Minghui, sad for Ji Minghui's whole life, and ended up with his wife leaving home, sad to have such a son as him.

Before Ji Yue went down the mountain, he only said to God that he hoped that in his next life, my dad would be more selfish, smarter, and just a little bit better.