Just when the sound of Guo Da Road sounded in the earth altar, the staff of the earth altar park had already heard it in the distance.

Today, the entire landscape of Kyoto is basically the cheapest and least number of visitors, and it is open to the public free of charge after 6 p.m.

Therefore, although the earth altar is large, the staff is very small, because of the lack of tourists, the staff inside are idle panic every day.

In particular, the two young people inside sold tickets with yawning during the day and had to hold weapons at night, in fact, a rubber stick patrolled around the entire altar.

Because the altar is too big, often they walk around, the time in the middle of the night has passed, making two people miserable, one strong request to resign.

Later, when the higher authorities saw that they were pitiful, they installed cameras on several key points in the earth altar, eliminating the pain of their patrols every night, but at night, they also checked the screen in the camera indoors to prevent any problems.

Because the area of the earth altar is too large, the trees are clumps, it is easy to produce some problems, a few years ago, there have been a case of human life here, so the matter of patrol investigation is even troublesome, and it must be carried out every day.

Tonight, when a few staff members on the night shift had just sat down in the office, they heard a cold a cry coming from the depths of the earth altar, although it was only a few short notes, but several people who listened to throbed their scalp, and the whole body grew a layer of goosebumps like electricity.

“The trough!”

A young man with a flat head was surprised in the office and cried, “Who is this trumpet blowing?”It's too much fun!"

Although he does not understand music, but the real good music is able to directly hit the heart to give a shocking feeling, this music itself comes with a pure spiritual impact, ignoring the race, ignoring the culture, ignoring the age, just a moment can make life resonate and move.

There are five people on the night shift in the office, including a middle-aged woman.

Just when the flat-headed young man was surprised, the only middle-aged woman in the office had reacted and hurriedly scanned the surveillance screen in front of her.

In the video gathered in various corners of the screen, the woman's line of sight after a moment of scanning, it stayed in the center of the screen, that is, on the ancient altar monitoring screen in the center of the earth altar park.

The exclaim sounded from her mouth, "Little Li, come and see!"

As she spoke, she had already put the surveillance screen on the computer to the maximum.

Several people next to him heard the words, all putting their heads to the screen.

The rare moonlight tonight is bright, and although the monitoring screen is not as clear as the day, the general image can barely see clearly.

At this time, in the center of this ancient altar in this picture, there was an open-minded Tibetan man standing there, holding a raucous play.

The changes of cool, thick, euphemism, low, sharp, loud and other tone, as well as struggle, unyielding, indifference, calmness, obedience, etc., poured out from the small aromas of this big man, and the sound came from the center of the earth altar, straight into the hearts of the people.

Even if they are so far apart, it is difficult for the people in the office to be infected by the emotions in themselves, and they can't help but walk out of the office, follow the position of the sound, and quickly look for the past.

At the same time as they walked to the earth altar, all the other people in the whole earth altar park at this time were all frightened by the sound of the sound, and almost at the same time went to the central altar.

After the chorus in Guo Da Road's hand was taken away from the corner of his mouth and played the last deep sigh, at this time, hundreds of strangers of different ages had stood quietly beside the altar.

After Guo Da Road stopped playing, none of them left, and their hearts were still immersed in the afterglow just now, and no one spoke quietly.

Until Guo Da Road went to the front of Tie Sheng to let Tie Sheng name this song, the scene people only one by one to return to God, all looking at Guo Da Road and Tie Sheng and others.

“You know me very well!”

After standing up from the wheelchair, Tie Sheng named "Years" for the sound, once again said to Guo Dalu: "Thank you!thanks!”

After this sentence was said, his bright eyes suddenly dimmed, and the body that had just stood up suddenly collapsed, and in the last afterglow of his life, he tried to turn his head to look at his mother, and smiled softly, "Mom, I'm gone!"

The old woman hurried up, took his hand, and the tears could not stop flowing, but did not speak.

The iron grew out of breath, and the eyes slowly closed.

Guo Dalu reached out to hold his body, put him in a wheelchair slowly, quietly stood for a while, watching the middle-aged man in the wheelchair no longer heartbeat, the breath is cut off, a living life disappears silently in front of the eyes, suddenly a feeling of unscrieving sadness gushes from the bottom of the heart.

The moon is still there, the wind is blowing, and people are not there.

Guo Dalu easily did not cry, this time is still so, but a huge sadness has run through the whole body and mind, in addition to relatives, no one's death has ever made him so moved.

He put the squeegee in his hand gently on the side of the iron, and then looked at the old woman next to him, "Aunt, mourn!"

The old woman held the palm of her son's gradually colder hands and said to Guo Dalu: "Child, thank you, thank you!"The last wish of Ironson also helped him to complete!”

She said here, finally can not help but choke up, "Iron child's life, so many years suffered a lot of sins, now the disease is deteriorating, basically every day to bear a lot of pain, now go away or not!"The province’s re-offence!”

The old woman was in tears, and she could no longer walk in her son's wheelchair, but repeated a sentence, "Go away or not!It's okay to go!"

Next to Wang Xiaolu and Song Qian four girls couldn’t help but cry and lifted the old woman, “Aunt, let’s go back!”

Among the people watching next to him at this time, an old man came up and said, “It is Iron Child!”

He shook his head with regret and sighed, "Or still haven't survived this year, big sister, sad to be sad, or ready to deal with the after-it!" 」

His last words were addressed to Tie Sung’s mother, and it seemed that the two should be neighbors, or acquaintances nearby.

“Is he Iron?Is that the hard-hitting writer?”

“I’ve read his article, it’s him!”

“He died here!”

In the low-pitched discussion of the crowd, Guo Dajie pushed the wheelchair, and several girls held the old woman and walked to their home.

A group of people in the back spontaneously followed behind them, silently sending away the last journey for the disabled writer.

Some people may not be able to make themselves great, but they are enough to make themselves sublime.

The body will eventually die, but the spirit is immortal!

(These two chapters, I only pay tribute to one of my most admired writers, may he have no more suffering in heaven.)Even if I don’t say his name, I’m sure everyone already knows it.)