Northern suburbs cemetery. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

A tall man had long been standing in the rain, holding a large black umbrella, independent and slender.

There was no light under the dark night sky, only the street lamps on the side of the cemetery emitted a shallow halo.

Josnian's car stopped not far away.

He also walked into the rain with a large umbrella and walked towards the cemetery.

There is only a lone tomb around, standing quietly in place.

Qiao Sinian has seen Song Shaojun, and because he and Song Shaoyan are half-siblings, they are only partially similar in appearance.

Josnian's leather shoes stepped on the rain and strode towards the tombstone.

The rain, falling on the tombstones, was solemn.

Probably hearing footsteps, Song Shaojun turned his head: "Master Qiao." ”

"Mr. Song." Joss greeted him politely.

Josnian placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, bowed respectfully, and his face was heavy.

On the tombstone is a photo of Song Shaoyan, young and handsome, with an elegant and gentle demeanor.

It's just that his years are forever fixed at this age.

"Thank you Qiao Ye for helping to set the tomb, the scenery here is good, my brother should like it." Song Shaojun's voice was hoarse and painful.

Although he is a half-brother, Song Shaojun has always regarded Song Shaoyan as his brother.

Although he hasn't seen it many times since he was a child, he still hopes that Song Shaoyan will be well.

It's just a pity that hope is always just hope.

Reality is cruel.

"Don't thank me, it's the last thing I do for Shao Yan." Qiao Sinian said slowly, "At the juncture of Qiao's crisis, he helped me a lot. ”

"My brother went to South Africa to do business and didn't say hello to anyone. If I had known, perhaps I would have advised him, but unfortunately it was too late. ”

"It's a shame that Johannesburg's mining area is already a mixed bag, and it's a shame that something happened in the accident." Joss sighed.

The low, hoarse voices of the two men fell into the rain, and they looked even heavier.

The two of them did not say a word, more often than not, they were silent.

Perhaps, in such moments, silence is far more solemn than conversation.

Qiao Sinian looked at Song Shaoyan's photo and closed his eyes tiredly.

Unexpectedly, it was goodbye.

They all stood in silence, tall and independent.

The rain falls on the umbrella, making a "pop" and "pop" sound, a long sound, a short sound, like a longing, endless and endless.

At this moment, only Song Shaojun and Qiao Sinian are accompanying Song Shaoyan.

The sky was overcast, and there was no light on the horizon for a long time.

"Master Qiao, I'll accompany my brother, you should go back early." Song Shaojun said.

"I'll accompany Shao Yan again." Qiao Sinian didn't want to leave, he saw the tired look on Song Shaojun's face, and he knew that Song Shaojun must have stayed awake all night.

Song Shaojun didn't stop and nodded.

He took out a box of cigarettes from his coat pocket: "Master Qiao, do you want one?" ”

"Hmm." Josnian took it.

Men's emotions are not as turbulent as women's, and they are more calm and rational.

But no amount of reason can hide the sadness in his eyes.

This goodbye is forever.

Song Shaojun lit a cigarette for Qiao Sinian and lit it for himself.

Smoke filled and drifted in the cold wind.

The two men stood silently, neither of them breaking the loneliness.

Sometimes when the wind blows, the treetops of the cemetery trees sway gently, startling a bunch of birds.

With a "whoosh", the birds flew into the sky and quickly disappeared their traces.

Things are like spring dreams, without a trace.