vision of dawn

Chapter 20

"How are you doing during your return home?"

"The company is doing very well, and its valuation has doubled compared to the previous year; the old man in the family is in good health, walking the dog and playing with the birds every day." Xi Wenbai said mechanically, leaning slightly, "Thank you for your concern." He never knew that he would be so bad.

An Ze was silent for a while, Xi Wenbo did this on purpose, after he came out of the airport, his every move and even his eyes were full of the word "outsider".

"No..." Anze suddenly became tough, "What I meant just now was, Brother Wenbo, how are you doing?"

"No, I went to Mingguang New Village." Xi Wenbai leaned back in his chair, his eyelashes trembling violently.

Anze's hands clenched the steering wheel instantly, his knuckles turned slightly white, "Then... have you been there many times?"

"Once... are you checking the post?"

"I don't, I just, just care about you, oh, you're welcome."

Xi Wenbo smiled, it is rare for Anze to talk back, but he looks more alive like this, Xi Wenbo comforted: "Okay, drive carefully."

Anze, surnamed Shen, is Mrs. Xi's most beloved youngest son. He studied sociology and directing in Europe with a double degree. He may have been immersed in various emotional cases and rainy days all year round. He has a gentle , the ability to love.But if he didn't have these mental preparations, it would be impossible for him to stay by Xi Wenbai's side for so many years.

The car drove into the wealthy area of ​​Philadelphia, and the beige houses were scattered all over the avenue like copy and paste. Anze parked the car and went into the house to find information for Xi Wenbai.Xi Wenbai entered the entrance behind, and then a beautiful dream catcher caught his attention.

This was brought back by him from Mexico. Anze turned it out at some point and hung it here.

That year, he was carrying a travel bag, and he stared at the jubilant scene in the city center in surprise. He caught a passerby and asked him, only to find out that this time coincided with Mexico's Day of the Dead.Several human-shaped skeletons happily walked past Xi Wenbai, bowed to him, and extended their hands to invite, "Welcome, welcome! My friend."

"Come on! Come with us! Give me your hand—"

Xi Wenbai politely declined their hospitality and walked through the crowd of people alone.The folk music in Mexico was extremely cheerful, but also inexplicably sad. Xi Wenbai looked at it endlessly, his eyes couldn't get into the liveliness.

From noon to dusk, Xi Wenbo was pushed forward by the crowd, and noticed that at the very edge of a certain road, at the end of the apricot-yellow flower petals, a woman wrapped in a headscarf was sitting, and a mini stall was placed in front of her , I can't see what is being sold.

That alley was kind of dark, and outsiders shouldn't rush in rashly, but Xi Wenbo got out of the migrating Mexicans and moved in that direction.

"My child..." The woman raised her head upon hearing the voice, and looked at him with a pair of cloudy eyes, "Today is a day of celebration, why are you sad?"

Xi Wenbo knelt down silently, and found that she was a henna tattoo artist, with more than a dozen designs neatly placed on the ground.He picked one at random, and the woman took his hand naturally, and wiped the back of her hand with a cleaning liquid, "Take the bag off your shoulder first, you must be tired from the journey."

The fireworks rose from a distance, and Xi Wenbai sat quietly on the ponytail, looking at her face covered with dimples, feeling the urge to cry.

Xi Wenbo stabilized the wrist of his left hand with his right hand.

"I love him."

"Love doesn't always make people happy."

"But I never want to say goodbye to him."

"he?"

"Yes, he."

"So, do you believe in the existence of souls in the world?" The woman motioned him to look at the narrow gap in the human world outside the alley, "Young man, this is our Day of the Dead."

"Do you believe it?" Xi Wenbo asked back.

"Of course, but some souls leave without caring, and some choose to stay, partly because of missing, partly because of being missed."

"How do I know?"

"You'll never know, but believe me, you'll feel it." The woman lowered her head and traced the pattern carefully, "There will be such a day."

The two fell silent at the same time, another firework exploded above their heads, and the bright red aftertaste illuminated the alley for a moment. Xi Wenbai suddenly saw a shiny silver object hanging from the woman's toolbox, with a string of pure white feather tassels hanging from it. Glittering like a spider's web after the rain.

"It's so beautiful..." Xi Wenbo softly praised.

The woman turned her head to look at the toolbox, a look of joy flashed across her face, "You like it?"

"Yes, it's very beautiful." Xi Wenbo thought about her reaction, feeling a little guilty, "Is this... can be sold?"

The woman nodded quickly, turned around and carefully untied it, and handed it to Xi Wenbai.

"How much? I'll buy it from you."

The woman hesitated, and stretched out her hand to make a gesture of two. Xi Wenbai took out five hundred pesos, and the woman shook her head desperately, meaning that it was too much, but Xi Wenbai insisted on giving it.

"My daughter made it for me, it's my beloved." The woman smiled sweetly, "Now it's yours."

"Brother Wenbo."

Xi Wenbo suddenly pulled himself out of the alley in Mexico.

"Why are you still standing here? The slippers are by the side, quickly put them on." Anze came over with a cardboard box in his arms, and jolted, "Brother Wenbo, all the documents for the lawsuit are here."

"I... I'm going to sleep for a while, I'm very tired." Xi Wenbo put down his luggage.

"Okay..." Anze stood on the spot, looking lonely at his slightly arched back.

Meanwhile, Liao Liming of Mingguang New Village was still waiting for Xi Wenbai.He had almost finished reading that thick document, and seeing the weather getting colder and colder, he wondered if Xi Wenbai would come over.

"Do you think he will think of me?" Liao Liming tiptoed to look at the plastic flowers on the refrigerator. These were decorations bought by his parents when they got married, and they stayed on top of the refrigerator for decades.

Of course the plastic flower can't talk, but it doesn't matter, Liao Liming said it's fine.

"I still remember his appearance, his voice, when he was nice to me and when we quarreled." Liao Liming was scratching the refrigerator, his calf began to ache, "Is he still blaming himself?"

"I hope he won't." Liao Liming asked himself and answered.

His eyes fell on the small black and white photo frame placed in front of the glass vase, where the two-inch Liao Liming stared at him for a long time through the dust of time.

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