Manual of Space-Time Interference

Dialect, is a child of a single parent family.

One day ten years ago, a winter snowy day that seemed to be similar to usual, at that intersection, there was still a little snow floating in the sky...

cry, sadness...

At that time, he was no longer the kind of child who didn't understand anything. He knew that from that day on, his world had lost the company of one person forever.

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"Dialect, let's go!" Yan Hongchang knocked on the door of the room and called out to the dialect sitting quietly on the sofa.

"Yeah!" Fang Yan responded, got up and walked to the door with a cane, and then, under the leadership of Yan Hongchang, stepped into the car parked in front of the base.

It's not yet dawn, but the moon in the sky has faintly disappeared from his figure. Dialect looked at Yan Hongchang next to him, and slowly, he put his head on the car window again, looking at the outside. The scene kept receding.

In fact, Dialect once thought about it, that is to travel back to the time when his mother had an accident and use his ability to save his mother, but later, he also found that this matter can only be thought about, at least for now, there is no any possible.

There was nothing to say all the way, and no one spoke, except for the little engine sound, the inside of the car was so silent.

"Arrived at the airport, get off!" said Yan Hongchang next to him, opened the car door and walked down. Dialect looked at a plane parked beside him and walked over slowly.

It is the early morning of December 16th, and it is also the memorial day of the dialect mother Xu Jingshu.

The plane slowly flew into the night sky, and then flew towards Nanjing in the morning glow. When the dialect finally got off the plane, there was a drizzle in the sky.

The motorcade also started slowly, driving slowly towards the cemetery where Dialect goes every year.

"Aren't you going to bring something, a bunch of flowers, or what?" Yan Hongchang thought for a while, but still asked Dialect.

"No." Fang Yan shook his head, looked at the road beside him, and then said a word, "Please stop!"

The vehicle stopped slowly, Fang Yan opened the door, and walked to the side of the road with a cane, looking at an ordinary little flower below, and then he subdued, but he paused and looked towards the side of the road. Yan Hongchang, who was holding an umbrella, said, "I shouldn't have any influence, right?"

"It's okay!" Yan Hongchang replied, Fang Yan shook his head with a smile, took off the flower on his hand, and stepped back into the carriage step by step.

The vehicle started slowly again, and the dialect carefully put the flower in his hand aside, then raised Yan Hongchang, who was looking to the side, and said, "My mother died early, and many things are a little blurry now. , but there are some things I remember."

"My mother used to say that although these little flowers smell bad, don't look good, and are even covered by dust, it is precisely because of these ordinary, ubiquitous little flowers that the world looks better. beauty of."

"Your mother must be beautiful!"

"Yeah." Dialect replied softly, and turned his head to look at the increasingly raining curtain outside the car window.

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"Dialect, your father is above!" Yan Hongchang replied to the dialect, and then pointed to a white car parked on the side of the road.

"Go on another road." Dialect said, opened the door and walked down.

"Su...su...su..."

The rain was not too big or too small. Dialect looked up at the overcast sky and slowly walked towards his mother's cemetery.

The security personnel on the vehicle behind him also quickly dispersed, and according to their respective arranged directions, they went to various surrounding locations to exercise vigilance. The dialect was only followed by a personal security guard.

"Aren't you going to meet me?" Yan Hongchang asked the dialect next to him, pointing in the direction of Fang Jianguo.

"Do you think I can go with this foot?" Fang Yan returned with a wry smile, then sighed, looking at his father standing in front of his mother's grave and shaking his head helplessly,

"Actually, I really want to spend more time with my dad. After my mom passed away, my relationship with my dad became more and more strained. He usually had to manage the store, and I also went to school. During that time, I was in a period of rebellion. , My dad's discipline was also very strict, and then the gap became wider and wider. It wasn't until I went to college that I slowly understood, but I didn't know how to say it or how to express it, but now ,Ha ha."

Dialect chuckled twice, looking at the figure in the distance standing there quietly.

"Wait for the end." Yan Hongchang said.

"I hope..." Fang Yan shook his head, silently saying nothing.

The rain was still falling, without the slightest pause. Slowly, the figure over there started to turn around and walked towards the road where it came, and then gradually drifted away, but the dialect did not sell his footsteps until Yan Hongchang next to him said After Fang Jianguo got in the car, he walked towards the cemetery.

"Just wait a little bit, I'll be alone, my mother likes quiet." Fang Yan paused, and said to the two people who followed him, and then slowly walked towards Xu Jingshu's cemetery.

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"Mom, I'm here to see you." Dialect said, placing the flower in his hand beside another flower, and bowing deeply to Xu Jingshu's photo~www.wuxiaspot.com~I found What you should do, you used to say, be yourself, do the thing you should do, I have found it now, and I also know what I am carrying on my shoulders. " Dialect said, paused, and put on a wry smile on his face, "But I'm so tired, really tired." "

"But, I think I'm doing pretty well now, and then I can do better. I haven't found a reason to give up, or a reason to be abandoned." Fang Yan shook his head and smiled, and then continued, "And I don't plan to give up in the future. Although it may be a little accidental, like it is now, it's just a small problem, you don't have to worry about it."

The face in the photo still seemed to be the same as he remembered, with a little smile, and then stood quietly, as if listening to the complaints in the dialect all the time.

"Also, I asked my dad to find another one. I think you will understand. In fact, Dad has been lonely for so many years. Since I went to college, I haven't had much time to accompany him." Dialect paused. Pause, and then whispered, "Besides, I also want a brother or sister..."

Time passed slowly in the sound of words that had been spoken for a while, and this light rain was just that kind of lingering...