Author: Li Qijun, the treasurer of Ganzhou House
Mourning Jing Linjun
At about 12 o'clock in the afternoon of the 28th, the rapid ringing of the mobile phone woke me up, and across from Jing Linjun's daughter.
"Uncle, my dad passed away, last night, heart problem."
Staying up late, I was completely frightened by the bad news, this is not a dream, my brother, Liu Jinglin, suddenly died?
The classmate group xiao nian Jing Lin Jun said goodbye to everyone
On the 27th, this day, I suddenly hated it, because my father died on the 27th of a certain year, and this moment is also the 27th, and he took the life of his old classmate. It was still a surprise attack.
Jing Lin classmates, is my elementary school, junior high school classmates, the relationship is very strong, is a complete gentleman's friendship, suddenly electrocuted like a thought, people's life seems to be arranged, a month ago, Jing Lin and his wife invited me to dinner, I wonder, this is afraid that Jing Lin is saying goodbye to me, I believe that in the eyes of Jing Lin classmates, there are only two words: talent.
That day, Jing Lin said: Li Jun, do you know which one I admire most? I said I don't know, he said: I admire the ancient characters you painted in junior high school the most, which are better than the villain books.
Unexpectedly, this ordinary meal was actually the last time our brothers.
Jing Linjun is a year younger than me, tall and mighty, once served in the armed police, after returning to open a tea house, many years ago an accident, just rest at home, he almost left after a stroke, fortunately saved back, why did not save it this time?
Jing Linjun's circle of friends
After more than ten years of idle at home, brother and sister do not abandon, the two sons are plain and happy, as long as people are lucky, it is a kind of happiness, what wealth work, but it is a condiment, thick and cold and warm self-knowledge.
After Linjun opened a tea house, naturally love to drink tea, idle, I will go to his house to drink tea, chat, in each other's world, only the memories of growing up together, and the fun of drinking tea.
Jing Linjun was very good at drinking, tall and burly, and did not drink alcohol after a stroke, but the last time he drank, he miraculously recovered, at that time I just thought that he was getting better, which had thought that it was a trick to say goodbye.
In a quiet and watery world of communication, only acquaintances and memories, even if only classmates, have this kind of affection, in the absence of business and career needs, in order to maintain purity, so Jing Linjun and I belong to this, can be the best friends.
Jing Linjun went all the way
Nowadays, my friend is not there, I have not wanted to drive the crane to the west for a year, I am wooden, miserable, put down the phone, write down this first feeling, this feeling is the most real, farewell, Jing Linjun, farewell, old classmate. (Ganzhou house treasurer essay)