Pit Master System Game Life

Yuan Tianyi and Pu Feizhou were also very curious, so they pulled Yang Tianhao aside and asked him quietly: "What happened?"

Yang Tianhao didn't know how to explain, so he could only perfunctoryly say: "It's nothing, it's just that something happened to their family, don't worry."

"Mice, why do you think I want to have a girlfriend?" Duan Jingpeng asked suddenly, which made Yang Tianhao confused, he also had no experience.

"What's the matter with you? Didn't you feel fine when I left yesterday? Didn't you get hard?" Yang Tianhao whispered in Duan Jingpeng's ear. After all, this is a big deal and should not be publicized.

"No." Duan Jingpeng replied blankly.

"Although I imagined it, I didn't expect it to be true. Could it be that Shi Youran is not a virgin?" Yang Tianhao completely deviated from the track.

"It doesn't matter." Duan Jingpeng said to him.

"Then why are you still here like a little daughter-in-law, with a sad face on your face? I thought it was a big deal! If you are full, go to study if you have nothing to do, don't moan here!" Yang Tianhao scolded.

Duan Jingpeng shook his head. He felt that the three grandsons would not understand his feelings. After all, no beautiful woman would make such a deal with them, but the result was too unsatisfactory.

Seeing that Duan Jingpeng aged ten years in an instant, Yang Tianhao felt that he was purely self-inflicted, no matter what happened next, let him suffer, and he couldn't control it if he wanted to.

"Ringling——ringling—"

Yang Tianhao's cell phone rang. He paused when he heard it, and his expression became serious in an instant. He picked up the cell phone, walked outside the dormitory, and ran to the balcony to answer the call.

"Hello, hello." Yang Tianhao was rarely polite.

"Is it Mr. Yang? I am a funeral parlor here."

The person on the other end of the phone should be the old man Yang Tianhao met at the funeral home a few days ago, and he called as agreed.

"It's me." Yang Tianhao replied, went to the dormitory to put on his clothes, picked up the car keys and went out, he was going to do business.

"It's like this. In the past two days, we have arranged for your friend to be cremated. We would like to ask you when we can come over to talk about this matter." The old man said.

"I'll be there right away." Yang Tianhao ran out of the school.

After getting in the car, Yang Tianhao kicked the accelerator and drove towards the funeral home at a speed close to the speed limit. He arrived in less than half of the originally nearly 40-minute journey.

When he came to the inside of the funeral home, Yang Tianhao found the old man. He led Yang Tianhao into a room, pointed to a cabinet next to him and said, "Your friend is inside, and I need to ask for your opinion on the specific cremation time."

"Today!" Yang Tianhao said categorically, he felt that the more Yao'er was allowed to stay for a day, it would be the greatest harm to Yao'er.

"Today? You don't need to be so anxious." The old man said.

"Just today!" Yang Tianhao insisted.

Seeing that Yang Tianhao was so determined, the old man believed that he did not make the decision impulsively, so he said to Yang Tianhao: "Then I will arrange it. If you have anything to say, you can talk about it now."

After finishing speaking, the old man went out from the house, leaving Yang Tianhao and Yao'er's corpses together.

Yao'er was put in the cabinet, but the lid was opened, so Yang Tianhao could see Yao'er's face, without any blood, pale and weak, with her eyes tightly closed, even if the make-up artist made a perfect dress, she could still see Yao'er's face. It can be seen that this is a lifeless person.

"Yao'er, Yang Tianhao came to see you, forgive me for taking so long, I'm really sorry." When Yang Tianhao spoke, his eyes were evasive, and he didn't dare to stare at Yao'er all the time, it was his sin.

"I went to your mentor and wanted to ask him about your family information. Later, I found out that you and I are the same people, both orphans, without father or mother, and grew up in an orphanage." Yang Tianhao looked at Yao'er as if he was looking at himself.

"If I knew this was the case, I would definitely not treat you like before, I'm sorry Yao'er." Yang Tianhao apologized countless times.

"But don't worry, even if you don't have a family to handle this matter, I will take good care of you. I thought about it before, after my death, the ashes must not be placed in the cemetery, because that would be too lonely, I think After being thrown into the sea, you can't go to the sky after all, are you right?" Yang Tianhao said with a wry smile.

"So I'm going to decide on your own affairs, and I'm going to scatter your ashes into the sea, so that I can be free, and I can take care of you after I die." Yang Tianhao said with a sob.

Speaking of this, the old man of the funeral home came in, Yang Tianhao quickly wiped away his tears, waiting for the next step of the staff.

"We have made arrangements. If you really decide to be cremated today, you can proceed to the next steps now." The old man said.

Yang Tianhao nodded, his voice was hoarse and he didn't want to speak.

After getting the consent, the old man called a few people from outside to start the process of cremating Yao'er's body. They took Yao'er's body to a room with a cremation furnace, and after a moment of silence, they sent the body to the inside the stove.

The raging flames started to burn, and after a few ten minutes, Yao'er would be reduced to ashes. During this period, it was very tormenting. Yang Tianhao was really uncomfortable looking outside, as if Yao'er was still alive.

After about 50 minutes, the cremation process was over. The staff collected Yao'er's ashes and asked Yang Tianhao to pick up a few bones and put them in the urn. Yao'er's life was over.

Yang Tianhao walked out of the funeral home with Yao'er's urn, and only then did he realize how simple and lonely the process after a person's death is if no one pays homage to him. No, if so, what is the meaning of living this life.

Thinking of this, Yang Tianhao put the urn on the car, and according to what he had said to Yao'er, he wanted to scatter the ashes into the sea.

After driving for 10 minutes, Yang Tianhao took Yao'er to the beach. Instead of acting immediately, he sat on the beach and enjoyed the magnificent sea with Yao'er. This place will be their common home decades later. .

"Yao'er, in fact, you could have been very good and kind, but you didn't know how to restrain your desires, and you wanted too much, so you couldn't control yourself. I won't be angry about Chuwei anymore, just treat yourself like you It's playing with a child's temper, don't do it again in the future, and be a gentle and lovely girl in the next life." Yang Tianhao said looking into the distance.

"I remember when we climbed the mountain together, you jumped to the side of the cliff because you didn't want me to be alone with Chuwei. Now that you think about it, you are really stupid. If you accidentally fall, you Do you regret it, I guess you have to regret it." Yang Tianhao recalled.

"Did you see that over there? If you go there, you will find the ocean. After crossing the sea, you will find other countries. If you feel bored in Nansha, go there and have fun. Come back and tell me what foreign girls look like." .” Yang Tianhao said.

Although Yang Tianhao forced himself to make a joke, his expression was extremely sad. If he had another chance, he would definitely block that shot for Yao'er.

It didn't take long, but the time passed quickly, maybe because of the winter, it was getting dark soon, Yang Tianhao ended the conversation early in order to prevent Yao'er from entering the sea at the coldest time.

"Yao'er, let's go."

As Yang Tianhao said, he opened the urn and walked to the highest reef on the coast. Looking at the sky in the distance, Yang Tianhao didn't hesitate any longer. Talking too much would be cumbersome. Listen to your own thoughts.

"Huh—" With a gust of sea wind blowing, Yang Tianhao scattered Yao'er's ashes into the sky, and was blown into the sea like fog, merging with the sea water.