C192 External Head 1 to Return to the Country(2)

Without an umbrella, the rain soaked him from head to toe. But he continued to stand like an ignorant fool, staring at the tombstone in front of him. He did not step forward, he did not step back, he did not bow to the dead, and he did not bring any flowers or paper money.

The rain was heavy, and his wet hair hung down on his face. His eyes and expression couldn't be seen clearly. However, the crude gravestone was washed clean by the rain, and the picture showed a beautiful woman. With a warm smile, the name, gender, date of birth and date of the deceased were somewhat carelessly carved at the bottom of the picture. There was nothing else. On the other side of the gravestone was a gravestone. It was said that the deceased was a person who had been through many hardships when he was alive, and he hoped to rest in peace after death.

In this life, she had only lived for thirty-three years, and then died alone. It was said that the people who helped her with the burial were from the community who attended her funeral. Most of them were her fans and her neighbors, and she didn't have any relatives to mourn for her. No one was there to help her with her legacy photos and urn. People said that she had already divorced her husband. The man in the law had nothing to do with her at all. Although the morally important man should have appeared, he did not. People said that she had a ten-year-old daughter. She had been living with her all this time, but after the accident, the little girl was missing. The neighbors called the police, and the police searched for a few days. In the end, it was classified as missing; people said that her death was actually a relief, and once it was over, everything would be over. She would no longer have to live and suffer. She would have to endure the torture.

"Cough cough... Cough cough... Cough cough..."

Muffled coughs gradually seeped out from the man's lips. In such a cold autumn season, he was wearing too little. He had been on the plane for twelve hours, but he was already half dead. Now, he had inexplicably come to take a shower. It would be strange if he didn't get sick.

"Aunt Wen... Cough..."

"Cough cough... I'm back..."

The soft murmuring was drowned in the sound of the rain. Most of the time, the physical pain would make people escape from the mental torture temporarily. At least he looked calm now, without crying or being hysterical like he thought. His broken body did not allow it. He did not have that kind of strength.

His pores opened as he felt the coldness of the rain. He knew that he was unconsciously trembling. He also knew that his pursed lips were probably already dark purple, but he didn't want to leave. He had to punish himself in a masochistic way, and it was like this that made him feel a little better. A little more comfortable. It was said that there were eight hardships in life: suffering, suffering from old hardships, sickness, death bitterness and love for separation bitterness. Hatred and resentment would be bitter, one would not be able to ask for pain, and the five yin would be blazing with bitterness. However, there was not a single type of bitterness that could be called regret beyond reach? Time passed quickly, irreversible. Karma was only a choice after a single choice. The words "I will protect you," "I will not let others bully you," "I will not make you sad," all became the words that mocked him at this moment. He actually made the most important person again. He left in such a miserable and helpless manner.

"Cough cough... Cough cough cough..."

The coughing became more and more intense, and everything in front of him began to shake. His body was stiff and cold, but the high temperature was rising slowly. The wet shirt stuck to his body, outlining his broad chest and tight waist. Although he was thin, he was not the bony, warm-hearted man who had been training all this time. He had well-proportioned muscles and a lean body. However, his stomach was not good, and that was the root of his illness when he was thirteen. So now, his upper abdomen had visible swelling, which was a manifestation of gastric spasms. However, he did not feel pain at all. He only felt tired. He was so tired that he could not stand anymore...

So not long after, he fell to the ground. First, he laid flat on the ground. The rain poured down so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. After that, he struggled and slowly turned his body sideways. He raised his hand and pressed it against his abdomen. Then, he stopped moving. The ground was colder. It was so cold that he did not know what to do. His confused consciousness became absent-minded. Vaguely, he looked at the splashes caused by the heavy rain on the ground. Aunt Wen's nagging slowly sounded beside his ear, and the corners of her trembling lips unconsciously curled up. Ever since he knew that something had happened to Aunt Wen, those memories that he did not dare to touch... It finally came...

My God! Why are you still wearing so little? The temperature has dropped, and you don't even listen to the weather forecast when you go out?

You didn't bring an umbrella with you, so you can call me. I can go back by myself. Sigh, can't you just let me be a little more careful?

See, I said I'll get sick, right? Why is he still like a child all day, not caring for me at all...

Actually, what's wrong with following those warmth and leaving this cold world like this?

"Hey, young man..."

"Young man, wake up! Oh my God! What's going on..."

"No, I'll call 120..."

The noise woke him up. He struggled to open his eyes. There was a green square umbrella above his head. The middle-aged woman with the umbrella had wet her shoulders because she moved the umbrella to his side.

"Hey, is it 120? I..."

A kind passerby?

With both hands on the ground, he struggled to get up on his knees. Then he stood up and did not speak to the middle-aged woman. He didn't stop her from making the call, he just staggered out of the umbrella. He walked into the rain again, walked forward, and left.

"Ah, no, sorry, that person seems to be fine again. Sorry, sorry!" The middle-aged woman hung up the phone and chased after him with an umbrella. She moved the umbrella to his head again, although he was already drenched. It didn't matter if he took the umbrella or not. "Young man, are you alright? Call your family and friends to pick you up. You can't be like this!"

... "" He stopped and turned his head to look at the middle-aged woman. Other than a sickly flush on his pale face, there was no expression on his face. Then he raised his hand and pointed at the warm tombstone. With an extremely hoarse voice, he asked, "Ahem, are you here to see her too? "

"No, no, I'm a staff member here. I saw you when I passed by here..." The middle-aged woman looked at the gravestone, then at the young man in front of her. She thought that the dead man must be very important to this young man, so he looked desperate now. "Well, people can't come back to life after they die. Those who are alive must live well. Don't be too sad, health is more important. You look very terrible. You need to hurry to the hospital to take a look. Such a heavy rain..."

"That Mu Cough... is too bad..." Without waiting for the woman to continue nagging, since he was a staff member, he just happened to have something to ask, "Cough cough... I want to change to the best monolith..."

"Is that so... Then you have to follow me to complete the procedures and pay the money." The middle-aged woman sighed. Actually, she was in charge of this area. She knew a bit about the deceased. When they first came to the street to do the paperwork, everything was the cheapest, so it wasn't good to choose the burial location. Now that someone finally came to manage it, she felt some comfort for the deceased. "We still have some other services, if you want to change to a better cemetery, that's fine too. The location here is rather low, and there will be water in a few days of rain. So... "

The man did not speak anymore, he just lowered his eyes and walked unsteadily with her. He kept coughing and almost fell down again a few times. He had to rely on her to support him before he continued to walk. They stopped and walked along the way. It was not a very long distance. The two of them walked for nearly twenty minutes. When they reached the cemetery management hall, the people inside saw them coming in. Their gazes stopped on the young man in unison, as if they were asking, How did they end up in such a sorry state?

"This is our service and charging standard. Take a look first. This is an application form. If you need anything, just fill it in. Just sign your name and pay the fee. " The middle-aged woman was very kind and enthusiastic, so she gave him a booklet and form. She also took a dry towel and poured him a cup of hot water. "Wipe the water on your head and face first. There is no ginger tea by your hand. Drink some hot water to dispel the cold."

"Thank you, ahem..."

The hall was very warm, and the warmth woke up the pain. He gradually felt the intense discomfort in his stomach. He was afraid of vomiting, so he did not dare to drink water. After hurriedly reading the book, he couldn't hold his pen and chose a few projects on the application form. In the column with special needs, he wrote a few words that he could recognize crookedly. Finally, he wrote his name at the applicant's place.

"Yan Xuan? Ah, right! I say, why do you look so familiar? You are the composer... My daughter likes the song you wrote. She even bought a promotional poster for me to see!" The middle-aged woman looked at the application form and seemed to be enlightened. She couldn't help but feel a little excited, she didn't expect to meet him in person.

"Where should I pay? Cough cough..." The man indifferently looked at the woman's excitement. He took out a wet wallet from his pocket, hoping that the bank card could still be used.