May is coming, and the earth is warming up, grass grows and birds fly...
The Northeast has also found some signs of early summer. The city has been frozen for half a year and rejuvenated. Night market stalls have been one by one. Maybe it has been depressed for a long time. There are many wine customers in the food stalls. As the saying goes, drinking and bragging are the same as the whole country, but in this regard, the Northeast is still a little ahead.
The men with red faces half-pulled up their short sleeves to reveal their greasy beer belly, with cigarettes in their hands and spitting out stars. In this small leisure time, whether they are pedaling tricycles or working hard, they look like a big brother in society, shouting loudly and shouting, making this inconspicuous small town also noisy.
A Toyota Domino took advantage of the night to depart from the hustle and bustle, driving alone on the road leading to the suburbs, and stopped at the foot of the North Mountain until it was gone.
It is said that it is Beishan, which is completely affected by the lack of mountains and power in the Northeast Plain, otherwise it would be a big bun at best.
There are no pleasant scenery on the mountain, some are full of wild grass and lonely graves that are ignored.
Lan Zhiwei got out of the car, took out a large bag of small bags from the trunk, walked towards the mountains on the weeds, stopped in front of a small mound halfway up the mountain, pulled out a small piece of cement pier with bare hands and revealed it, with a line of words engraved on it.
Brother Lan Zhiqiang's Tomb
Brother, today is your death day. I have come to see you. I am so busy this year and haven’t come much. Don’t be angry.
While talking, she scattered the ingots and paper money she brought in before the grave. When Lan Zhiwei said this, she actually had a naughty expression on her face, just like a younger brother who was facing his elder brother.
Hehe, actually, you have nothing to be angry, do you still remember? When I was a child, I asked your parents where their grave was. Why didn’t you say that? You glared and said, I don’t know, fuck, you can’t even care about the living people, why are you still dead? How come you are being punished now? But don’t worry, even if you are busy, I will never forget that my brother is lying here. If it weren’t for you, I would probably have been lying here for more than ten years.
Brother, take a sip, you're so greedy
Lan Zhiwei took out four bottles of 56-degree Feitian Moutai from a black plastic bag, opened the lid one by one and poured it into the grave. He had treasured these four bottles of wine for more than half a year, and he couldn't even take out the gifts to his father-in-law during the Chinese New Year.
Moutai wine is mellow and burns when it encounters fire. A raging fire rose with the paper money ingots on the ground. Two unopened soft Chinese were taken out, one was pulled out and held in his mouth. The rest were all dispersed and thrown into the fire.
Lan Zhiwei sat on the ground, fiddled with the fire with the dried branches he picked up, and started chatting at his brother's grave.
Brother, don’t worry about the money, these are all given by others. Now my brother has managed to survive. His life is getting better and better. He doesn’t drive for his leader anymore. He went to a construction company to be a small manager.
I still remember that you were so envious when you looked at the 212 on the road. You said that if you could drive this car, it would be really amazing. Now the company has equipped me with a Toyota Prado, which is many times better than the 212. Although it is not your own, you can be more awesome than your own. You can drive the car at will, refuel, repair the car, or even brush the car.
If you have tolerated for another two years, I heard that the cemetery is about to be developed in the east. At that time, I will definitely pick the best piece of land for you to move, so that you can lie comfortably...
Lan Zhiwei has never been a person who likes to show off. However, he is a slut, but he is somewhat involved in a high state of not being happy with things or being sad with himself, otherwise he would not have been favored by noble people. But in front of his brother's grave, he was like an immature child, telling all his achievements one by one, which looked like trying to get a praise, a little red flower
Actually, these are nothing. Now my brother has a family. Xiaojiao’s parents used to have an objection to us, and I understand that now they really treat me as a family. Even Xiaodong’s father is thinking about me when he goes to school. You said this is a relative? I’ll have a fat boy with Xiaojiao in two years. Brother, the life you most hope that I will live will come true. Then bring him to kowtow to you...
Unconsciously, the fire stopped, leaving only some dark fire that was bright and extinguished and a few wisps of blue smoke. Lan Zhiwei said it all, and used his fingers to grab half of the unburned cigarette from the ashes and put it in his mouth.
In silence, recalling the past related to my brother. Although those memories are long-lasting, they are always new, but they can't get rid of the word "harm" after thinking about it. Finally, Lan Zhiwei's thoughts floated back to that summer without being controlled.
I remembered the white body, the seductive moans, the fragrant smell, and the slightly shy but sweet smile...
The Northeast has also found some signs of early summer. The city has been frozen for half a year and rejuvenated. Night market stalls have been one by one. Maybe it has been depressed for a long time. There are many wine customers in the food stalls. As the saying goes, drinking and bragging are the same as the whole country, but in this regard, the Northeast is still a little ahead.
The men with red faces half-pulled up their short sleeves to reveal their greasy beer belly, with cigarettes in their hands and spitting out stars. In this small leisure time, whether they are pedaling tricycles or working hard, they look like a big brother in society, shouting loudly and shouting, making this inconspicuous small town also noisy.
A Toyota Domino took advantage of the night to depart from the hustle and bustle, driving alone on the road leading to the suburbs, and stopped at the foot of the North Mountain until it was gone.
It is said that it is Beishan, which is completely affected by the lack of mountains and power in the Northeast Plain, otherwise it would be a big bun at best.
There are no pleasant scenery on the mountain, some are full of wild grass and lonely graves that are ignored.
Lan Zhiwei got out of the car, took out a large bag of small bags from the trunk, walked towards the mountains on the weeds, stopped in front of a small mound halfway up the mountain, pulled out a small piece of cement pier with bare hands and revealed it, with a line of words engraved on it.
Brother Lan Zhiqiang's Tomb
Brother, today is your death day. I have come to see you. I am so busy this year and haven’t come much. Don’t be angry.
While talking, she scattered the ingots and paper money she brought in before the grave. When Lan Zhiwei said this, she actually had a naughty expression on her face, just like a younger brother who was facing his elder brother.
Hehe, actually, you have nothing to be angry, do you still remember? When I was a child, I asked your parents where their grave was. Why didn’t you say that? You glared and said, I don’t know, fuck, you can’t even care about the living people, why are you still dead? How come you are being punished now? But don’t worry, even if you are busy, I will never forget that my brother is lying here. If it weren’t for you, I would probably have been lying here for more than ten years.
Brother, take a sip, you're so greedy
Lan Zhiwei took out four bottles of 56-degree Feitian Moutai from a black plastic bag, opened the lid one by one and poured it into the grave. He had treasured these four bottles of wine for more than half a year, and he couldn't even take out the gifts to his father-in-law during the Chinese New Year.
Moutai wine is mellow and burns when it encounters fire. A raging fire rose with the paper money ingots on the ground. Two unopened soft Chinese were taken out, one was pulled out and held in his mouth. The rest were all dispersed and thrown into the fire.
Lan Zhiwei sat on the ground, fiddled with the fire with the dried branches he picked up, and started chatting at his brother's grave.
Brother, don’t worry about the money, these are all given by others. Now my brother has managed to survive. His life is getting better and better. He doesn’t drive for his leader anymore. He went to a construction company to be a small manager.
I still remember that you were so envious when you looked at the 212 on the road. You said that if you could drive this car, it would be really amazing. Now the company has equipped me with a Toyota Prado, which is many times better than the 212. Although it is not your own, you can be more awesome than your own. You can drive the car at will, refuel, repair the car, or even brush the car.
If you have tolerated for another two years, I heard that the cemetery is about to be developed in the east. At that time, I will definitely pick the best piece of land for you to move, so that you can lie comfortably...
Lan Zhiwei has never been a person who likes to show off. However, he is a slut, but he is somewhat involved in a high state of not being happy with things or being sad with himself, otherwise he would not have been favored by noble people. But in front of his brother's grave, he was like an immature child, telling all his achievements one by one, which looked like trying to get a praise, a little red flower
Actually, these are nothing. Now my brother has a family. Xiaojiao’s parents used to have an objection to us, and I understand that now they really treat me as a family. Even Xiaodong’s father is thinking about me when he goes to school. You said this is a relative? I’ll have a fat boy with Xiaojiao in two years. Brother, the life you most hope that I will live will come true. Then bring him to kowtow to you...
Unconsciously, the fire stopped, leaving only some dark fire that was bright and extinguished and a few wisps of blue smoke. Lan Zhiwei said it all, and used his fingers to grab half of the unburned cigarette from the ashes and put it in his mouth.
In silence, recalling the past related to my brother. Although those memories are long-lasting, they are always new, but they can't get rid of the word "harm" after thinking about it. Finally, Lan Zhiwei's thoughts floated back to that summer without being controlled.
I remembered the white body, the seductive moans, the fragrant smell, and the slightly shy but sweet smile...
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