rainy tonight

Song Fanqing always remembered the day when he first met Fei Dong.

A single-parent family, not talkative, plain clothes, these are the labels attached to him at that time.

When he was 13 years old, his mother took him from his hometown in a small town to live in a big city, and Song Fanqing was very uncomfortable.Because of his poor family background and dull personality, he didn't make many friends in school, and occasionally he was marginalized.

But he has always been sensible, even if he was not happy, he never complained to Song's mother.

Since childhood, the Song family often had only their mother and son.

His father was a people's policeman, a very noble profession in the eyes of others, but Song Fanqing didn't think so.His clearest understanding is that his father is often not at home, and there is always a lack of someone at home when watching the Spring Festival Gala during the New Year, and even his father has forgotten his birthday many times.

His father is very busy, serving the people and working very hard.Song Fanqing thought that his father was a good policeman, but not a good father, because he had almost never received paternal love from the other party, which made him feel strange.

Before he came to study in City B, he had been studying in a township elementary school. Before the age of 12, his life was mediocre and peaceful.Later, Song's mother wanted him to go to a good middle school, so she rented a private courtyard in city B. Although it was not as comfortable as before, it was still satisfactory, until a news broke his life again.

Song Fanqing's father was seriously ill and died in a field hospital. Before he died, he did not leave even a last word to his wife and children.

When standing in front of the mourning hall, Song Fanqing was still in a state of confusion.When the relatives came, they were ready to comfort him, but they found that he was not crying or emotional, and there was a lot of discussion in private, thinking that the child was too ruthless.He happened to stand behind those people and listened to all the words.

"Crying hard is a filial son? Who invented the theory?"

Song Fanqing heard a deep and somewhat lazy voice behind him, he turned his head in a daze, before he could clearly see what the person in front of him looked like, a generous palm had already landed on the top of his head Rubbing lovingly, the temperature spread through his scalp and spread to his whole body.

After a while, the hand was removed, and he saw the person in front of him clearly.

In late autumn, Fei Dong wore a camel-colored windbreaker that was unbuttoned and opened in the middle, making him look chic and unrestrained.Inside the windbreaker is a dark gray sweater and off-white trousers.At that time, Song Fanqing hadn't grown up yet, so he only felt that he had to look up to see the person's face.

This person has a deep facial contour, bright eyes that shine brightly, a high nose bridge, full lips, and an impressive temperament.

While Song Fanqing was in a daze, Fei Dong had already turned around to look at those relatives, and then continued with what he had just said: "Brother Song is still lying in there, his bones are not cold yet, it's your turn to say behind his back that his son is not? Can't you see that?" If you are not used to it, why don’t you all become professional mourners, howl a little more at funerals, and earn some money, that would be great.”

Those relatives just talked casually behind their backs. They didn't want to make trouble. Although Fei Dong's words were not pleasant, those people left quickly. At that time, I was very guilty again, and left with the people in front.

Fei Dong laughed mockingly, and turned to look at the boy standing in front of him.

Song Fanqing saw him stretch out a hand, he shook his head, and carefully handed over his hand.

Fei Dong clenched his hands tightly, and said in a low voice, "My name is Fei Dong. I'm your father's comrade-in-arms. You can call me uncle. It doesn't matter if you want to call me by name."

Song Fanqing stared at him blankly, and whispered, "Thank you... Uncle."

"What's the kid's name?"

"My name is Song Fanqing."

"Which Brahman is clear?"

"Sanskrit in Sanskrit, clear in clear water."

"Good name, who gave it to you?"

"My father..."

……

After the funeral, life has to go on.

Song's mother's health is not very good. She often needs injections and medicines, and she has to go to the hospital for checkups from time to time.

Fei Dong integrated into Song Fanqing's life in a natural and powerful way. He would come to see them every two or three days and send some useful and inexpensive things, otherwise Song's mother would not accept them.Sometimes, he would even take care of Song Fanqing for Mother Song, such as taking him to school, picking him up from school, or having dinner together.

He has a bright and generous personality, but he is very good at caring for others. When he gives, his posture is neither high nor low, and he never embarrasses others.

At the beginning, Song Fanqing didn't quite understand why he treated his family better than those blood relatives.Song's mother told him that Song Fanqing's father had saved Fei Dong's life in the army.

So it was, he thought.

In December, City B has completely entered winter, and if you breathe in the air, it will condense into white mist. Song Fanqing caught a cold in this weather.

At first, I thought it was not serious, so I didn't say anything. The next morning, I coughed all the way from the morning reading to the morning exercise time after the second class. Later, the class teacher found out and took Song Fanqing to the infirmary. The school doctor suspected Due to the impact of pneumonia, the head teacher immediately planned to call the parents.

During working hours, Song's mother's mobile phone was always turned off, and she couldn't get through.

Seeing Song Fanqing's face flushed from coughing, the homeroom teacher couldn't help but frowned and said, "Do you still remember whose phone number is at home?"

"...My uncle's." When he said this, he felt guilty.After reporting intermittently, the head teacher called.

The call went through smoothly, and Fei Dong said over there, "I'll be over soon."

This sentence was like a needle that stabilized the sea, and Song Fanqing sat quietly in the corner of the office and waited.

It was foggy outside, and the sky was very overcast, and he could barely see the shadows of the buildings, but his heart was not so empty, and he was a little at ease.

Fei Dong arrived shortly after and took him out of the school.

Song Fanqing covered his mouth and was still coughing, his eyes were clouded by tears, and he couldn't see the steps under his feet clearly. Fortunately, Fei Dong pulled him quickly so he didn't fall down.

He didn't stop, he led the people into the car and went to the hospital.

After an examination, it was indeed a common flu. The doctor prescribed some medicine and suggested a bottle of drip to reduce the fever quickly.

The nurse inserted the needle and left. Fei Dong sat by the bed for a while, and touched Song Fanqing's forehead with his hand.

"It's not so hot, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Song Fanqing shook his head.

"That's good, you go to sleep for a while, I'll call you after the injection."

Song Fanqing said yes, and he looked at Fei Dong's palm, thinking that it had led him a long way, and greedily wanted to hold him to sleep.

He turned over, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep. In a daze, he felt that someone had tucked him in. He knew who it was, and there seemed to be a stove in his heart, which was very warm.

After the injection, Fei Dong sent him home, but did not leave, staying with him in the room.

Fei Dong didn't know how to cook, so he ordered two takeaways, and the two of them ate together. After resting for a while, Song Fanqing was tucked into bed again.

He looked sideways at the people around him, and said actively, "Uncle, thank you."

Fei Dong let out a sigh, and rubbed his hair: "You're welcome, I'm your father's comrade-in-arms."

"...others are not as good as you."

"I'm good," Fei Dong hooked the corners of his lips, teasing him mischievously, "Then I'm not an ordinary uncle, you have to recognize me as a godfather, how about it, would you like to?"

Song Fanqing's face was a little red, not sure if it was because of a cold or something else.

He called out in a low voice, "Godfather."

Fei Dong was stunned for a moment, he really liked Song Fanqing's cuteness, but he was a non-marriageist and didn't like children.He thought to himself, it seems pretty good to have such a child by his side.

After a while, he became addicted to cigarettes, and it was inconvenient for him to light a cigarette when there were children, so he went out to smoke.

His figure was vaguely visible outside the thick and blurry glass, and Song Fanqing only closed his eyes after looking at it for a while.

This was the warmest winter in his thin life.