Chamberlain took Hit directly to Goethe Cemetery in San Francisco, where Doug's ashes were buried.

The burial system implemented in the United States is to put it in a coffin after death and then bury it. Doug died in distant Iraq. He died as a volunteer. He could not enjoy the treatment of American martyrs and could not transport the body back to China in freezing. He just burned it to ashes. This is a sad thing that made Chamberlain feel. In the eyes of traditional Americans, even the entire body could not be preserved.

Goethe Cemetery is the most luxurious cemetery in the San Francisco area. It is located above the hillside of the local hill Labar. From the car climbs to the hillside, the purpose is white crosses and low black tombstones.

There are a large number of willows and palms planted in the cemetery. In addition to the gravekeepers maintaining the lawn or several families mourning the dead, the cemetery is quiet and peaceful. Looking down from the mountainside, the sea view of the San Francisco Bay is the first to enter the eyes. The waves on the sea surface slowly roll, and the soft sunlight shines on the waves, as if coated with a layer of golden light. Several steamers whistle and slowly start. Traffic flows roll on the dock not far away, and people are coming and going.

Hit's expressionless face, Chamberlain took him out of the car, he walked forward like a marionette, his eyes that were bright and vibrant in the past were dull and dull at this moment. Obviously, although he was emotionally resistant to his brother, he still loved his brother deeply in his heart. Doug's death was a heavy blow to him.

Doug's grave is still new. The bouquet in front has just withered, and a few marigold petals withered. The breeze blows and sways in the wind, just like Hit at this moment, without any vitality.

Doug smiled brightly on the tombstone, and time was permanently frozen in this scene. He looked straight ahead with a clear look and looked forward to a brilliant future. The photo chosen by Chamberlain was taken when Doug led the team to win the California High School Basketball Championship in 205 and was elected to the HL. At that time, he was really in the limelight with a bright future, with averaging 2 points, 6 assists and B rebounds, and was called the next Jason Kidd. But just one month later, on his way to Los Angeles for vacation, a car accident ruined everyone.

Seeing the photo of his brother, Hit finally woke up from shock and disbelief. His body twitched and he lay on Doug's tombstone and cried bitterly.

Chamberlain was as deep as he was in a state of depression. He put the prepared calendula in front of Doug's tombstone and sorted out the surrounding lawn to make the grass look flatter.

After crying bitterly, Hit suddenly stood up and grabbed Chamberlain. He shouted in a hoarse voice: "Why, why is this happening, you are my brother's good brother, but why are you now a damn NH star, my brother died? How could he die? How did you allow him to go to Iraq like hell? Originally, everything about you should be my brother, but my brother should be my brother who became an NH star. He has been regarded as a star since he was a child, so why would this happen? Then damn, what is his fucking fate doing?

Chamberlain regarded Hit as his younger brother, and he accepted all his venting, but just patted Hit on the shoulder without explaining anything.

After venting, Hit's mood improved a lot. Although he was sad, he was no longer so desperate. He sat blankly before the cross, staring at the photo of his brother on the tombstone without saying a word.

Although he was accusing Chamberlain of the past, what he was even more difficult to forgive was himself. If it weren't for his willfulness, Doug wouldn't be so low-key and wouldn't have gone to Iraq for inexplicable search for a sense of responsibility and redemption. He wandered around the United States freely, and he felt good, but Doug was worried and frightened all day long. In the end, Doug passed away and he didn't even attend the funeral.

Chamberlain accompanied Hit here for an afternoon. In the evening, the sun set, Hit stood up with a numb face, twitched his nose and breathed deeply, and said to Doug in the photo: "Brother, go, go find your parents, don't worry, I will live a good life, and I will never be willful again in the future. I will become the person you expect, go back to school, then get into college, and finally find a decent job to support my family."

After talking to himself for a while, Hit smiled on his face. He looked at Chamberlain and said sincerely: "Thank you, thank you for taking care of my brother in the last moment. Just as he always thought, he had a good brother, you."

Chamberlain was as sad as he patted Hit on the shoulder and said, "We are brothers, brothers like you. Go home. I have a room for you. And I have a school. You will be very happy when you go to school tomorrow. I will introduce you to two guys as old as you. Their hobbies and personalities are similar to yours. You will become good friends."

Xite said, "It will definitely be. I will have the friendship between you and Doug, and I will find good brothers like you and Doug."

Before the good brother could see it, Hitt and Chamberlain returned to the cliff house as soon as he saw two beauties - Shirley and the doll waiting for him at the door.

"Hey, baby, how are you doing at school today?" Chamberlain asked with her two little girls in her arms. The doll struggled like a fish, and Shirley gave Chamberlain a warmer hug with her backhand, and said excitedly:

"Great, really great. Miss Taylor became our music teacher. Her singing voice was amazing. It seemed like an angel was singing. She liked me very much and spoke very well. Today we listened to Whitney's songs together after school. By the way, Miss Taylor asked you why you didn't go to school? You are the principal."

Chamberlain smiled and pulled Hit to introduce it to the two girls, saying, "I'll pick up one of your little brothers. He will live with us in the future."

Hit's body was stiff, he stared at the two women, his mind would not turn for a moment: Shirley was wearing a white dress, a white gauze passed through her waist and tied it into a bow on her back. Every time she walked, the bow would tremble, as if it was really two wings. The noble and elegant beauty was like mellow wine, enough to be intoxicated by people.

The doll stood quietly by the side. She was petite and still had a simple light yellow robe. There was no expression on her delicate little face. She only occasionally made small actions like frowning and curling her lips, which were full of purity and temptation.

Hit felt that Shirley was like an angel, a doll was an elf, and he was a stupid scarecrow or puppet or something.

Hearing Chamberlain's introduction, Shirley stretched out her hand generously and said, "Hello, my name is Shirley, yes sister."

Seeing Shirley stretching out her little hand like a jade, Hit hurriedly stretched out his hand - he cried and tidied up the lawn just now. Because of wiping tears and digging the soil, Hit's hands were mottled and black, and it was not ordinary dirty.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to withdraw his hand embarrassedly, but Shirley held it indifferently, smiling like a flower.

Hit felt that he had really seen the angel, and he felt very happy.

Then soon he became miserable because he reached out to the doll, who glanced at him expressionlessly, nodded and turned around and walked back to the room.

Chamberlain comforted Hit and said, "Don't care, boy, this is the case with the doll. He is full of vigilance against strangers."

Shirley also said: "Actually, your treatment is already good. In the past, the baby ignored strangers and the baby, but now she nodded to you. The first time I saw her, I didn't have such treatment."

Chamberlain had called Li Qun and said he had found Doug's younger brother. Li Qun prepared a sumptuous dinner according to Chamberlain's description, and many of the dishes were given according to Hit's taste. Chamberlain called Michael and Bruce, and he handed the three Nintendo gamepads, and then the three teenagers became talking about everything.

After playing for a while, NHALIVB Hit pretended to be unintentionally: "Do you and your doll go to school and get out of school? When do you leave?"

Bruce immediately looked at Hit with a vigilant look and asked, "What do you mean by asking this? Do you have any ideas about Shirley? Tell you, brother, everything else is easy to say, but you'd better not harass Shirley, this is my loyalty.

Michael rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, brother, can you not be so sensitive? First of all, Shirley has nothing to do with you - there was no before, now, there will be no future, she is a goddess, do you understand? You, a shit-like guy, aren't worthy of her. Besides, what does Hit's topic have to do with Shirley?"

Bruce was furious. Although he was now a bald man, he still expressed his anger with similar actions: "First of all, Shirley and I have something to do with him. She is a goddess. You are right, but I am the paladin who protects her. Secondly, you idiot, your brain is as unrestrained as a elm. Hit just asked if we were going with the doll, why didn't he ask Shirley? In fact, what he really focused on was Shirley. He just wanted to get rid of this point, so he deliberately did not mention Shirley's name. I was tired of using this trick before, hum, want to play tricks in front of Brother Bruce? No way."

Hit looked at the two of them in amazement. Is that Bruce crazy? In fact, he did fall in love with a girl, but it was not Shirley but a doll.

Both Bruce and Michael were right. Shirley was a goddess. He had no hope for Shirley at all. The two were not from the same world.

Shirley was stuck with Chamberlain, who was puzzled and asked, "Aren't Taylor teaching eighth grade music? You're already in the first grade of high school, why would she teach you classes?"

Shirley said happily: "Because our music teacher, Ms. Steve, was not feeling well, did not come, so the director invited Mr. Taylor to teach us. The guys in other classes envied us. Alas, it would be great if Mr. Taylor could teach us all the time, or Ms. Steve should not come."

Chamberlain rolled his eyes, and Shirley said again: "By the way, Teacher Taylor also likes dolls very much. She said that the doll's voice is very unique and she will come to visit her home if she has the chance."

The doll snorted, and she said dissatisfiedly: "I haven't said a word between her and I. How did she know that my voice is unique? After that woman knew that I was the daughter, she slutted around me and pretended to be a mother. Do you think I was a fool?"

Chamberlain was so anxious when he heard this, he covered the doll's mouth and whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, it will be troublesome to let your mother Li Qun hear it. Also, don't say damn swear words in the future." He saw that Li Qun was still in the kitchen, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The doll pushed Chamberlain's big hand away, and her little face turned red. She looked at Chamberlain, then ran to the kitchen and said, "I forgot if you don't remind me. I want to tell Li Qun about this woman."
Chapter completed!