The old somersault carried a bottle of liquor, sat in front of the tomb, poured a glass and sprinkled it on the ground, and filled himself with a glass.

"Brother, fifteen years! I'm ashamed, I didn't even find your corpse, I only got you a clothed grave, and I was ungrateful to say that it was people like me! Old somersault poured himself a drink.

"Back then, I took the little young master to beg you, and you didn't dislike our grandfather's down-and-out appearance, so you took us in. If it weren't for you, our Bao family would be finished, and we will see the truth in adversity! The Bao family had so many friends back then, and they gave up so much kindness, and when something happened in the end, there was no one to give hot water. The little young master and I are like rats crossing the street, everyone sees people stepping on them, and we can see the warmth and coldness of people! Poor young master, he was still a child at that time! Ay! Don't talk about it. The old somersault was a little emotional, and shed some tears.

"I'm really not afraid of your jokes, in fact, at that time, I was also scared, and I really wanted to throw myself into the river. But before I died, the young master's mother first looked for a short time, so I can't die, I can't throw a child down, otherwise I really won't have the face to see the old leopard! He saved my life in vain!"

"Anyway, brother, I'm sorry for you! In fact, it's good to leave, the world is too bitter! ”

The old somersault finished drinking, wiped his tears, lit a cigarette and put it on the tomb, wiped the ashes on the tomb with a handkerchief, got up and walked to the tomb of the old leopard master in front, where Bao Ping had been standing for a long time.

"It's a good place, it's close to my dad, and we take care of each other," Bao Ping said.

"Yes! Acquaintances are better talkative," the old somersault echoed, his gray hair fluttering in the wind.

"Is the neighborhood being cleaned?" Bao Ping asked.

"No, the cemetery has its own administrator," replied the old somersault.

"Qingming uses his own people to clean up, clean up, form a habit, and you and I will be buried here in the future," Bao Ping said lightly.

"Hmm," the old somersault responded.

Bao Ping knelt down and slowly burned a few pieces of paper money, reminiscing about his childhood.

He was just 11 years old at the time, and found that his father was very agitated during that time, and often lost his temper when he came home, and then hid in his room and did not dare to answer the phone. Later, he gradually discovered that his father was afraid of the outside world. Although he was young, he was very precocious, and he knew that for their family, the outside world was like a slaughterhouse, depending on whether your character was carrying a knife or being slaughtered, and maybe one day the role would change.

Finally, one morning, his father was frantically lying in bed, hiding under the covers, not even daring to look at the sun outside. The landline and mobile phone rang frantically, and the car horn sounded downstairs, and his mother had no choice but to hide in Bao Ping's room and cry. Bopin looked at his mother, then walked barefoot to his father's bedside.

"Get up! No matter how scared you are, you have to get up eventually, maybe it won't be so scary to go out. 11-year-old Bao Ping sat on his father's bed and said.

His father came out of the covers, his eyes bloodshot and his sockets sunken.

"Isn't it really scary?" His father may have thought it was very interesting for little Bao Ping to say such a thing, and there was a hint of a smile on his face.

"It's not terrible," Bao Ping said with certainty

"How long are you going to sit?" His father tugged at the quilt.

"How long are you going to lie down?" Bao Ping asked rhetorically.

When his father heard this, he seemed to have an epiphany, and he held his head and smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, how long will I lie down?" "I almost burst into tears. After a while, his father raised his head to look at Bao Ping, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't lie down!" Get out. "Turn over and get up.

After his father went out that time, he never came back. Since then, Bao Ping's home has collapsed. His father's story made him always know a truth, "Their world is terrible, and the most terrible thing in the world is the human heart".