Fly away the pain

I went to Huyang Village again.

There are still a group of people playing mahjong at the canteen at the entrance of the village. Although the weather is gloomy today, it does not affect everyone's enthusiasm for playing mahjong.

The boss at the table saw me and hurried over to greet me.

"Little brother, you are..." He gestured, "Is it from the Bureau?"

I didn't speak.

"I'm blind, I didn't recognize you when you came last time, and then I realized that you are the police officer who was here last time!" He handed me a cigarette, "What's your name? "

I waved my hand to signal no need: "Let me ask you, where did your Buddha statue come from?"

The boss is in his 40s and looks like an ordinary person. Hearing this, he said, "That happened a long time ago. It was passed down from the ancestors. What's the matter?"

He paused for a moment, then lost his voice: "Then it shouldn't be a cultural relic, right?"

... This little boss is pretty good at talking.

It took me a while to convince him that it wasn't something expensive.

Inquiring about the source is just to confirm why this thing can gather Qi.But after listening to what he said, it's not surprising, the kid probably just took advantage of the situation and happened to be able to stay inside.

But I remembered in a trance that when the corpse was dumped, the little ghost just appeared in front of me and said that there was a problem with this store. What was the reason?

I walked along the village road, and not far away I arrived at the rag house.

The owner was taken away by the police, and it really became a garbage dump. Some people even dumped the garbage directly in front of his house.

Go up to the second floor and open the curtain, the Buddha statue is still there, but the little ghost must not be inside.Ever since I asked him if he was Yingzhi that day.

I don't know if the appearance of the spirit body changes after death.If not, why would that kid who looks nothing like Yingzhi give me such a strong feeling that Yingzhi once gave me.

Because before this, I had never dreamed of Ying Zhi so frequently.

Nothing was found in Huyang Village.

Back in the city, it was already time to turn on the lights, and the wind was very cold when driving across the bridge across the river.

I don't want to close the car window like a bit of masochism, blowing my head may make me clearer.

In the evening I got a call from my mom.I haven't had much contact with her since I started college.She hesitated on the phone and asked me if I should go home to worship my ancestors this Qingming Festival.

Since my dad ran away with Xiaosan, it was not easy for her to support me and the old man by herself, but she couldn't accept anything that I like men so deviant. She threatened to sever ties with me before, and it has only been a little bit in the past two years. Contacted.

Maybe it's because I'm old and I want personal company.

Waking up early the next day, I had a bad cold.

Yesterday's river wind didn't wake me up, but it made me suffer from sore throat.My throat hurts, so I had to ask for sick leave to go to the hospital for an injection.

After registering, I sat on a bench in the hospital corridor and waited, next to a little girl who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old.

There was a faint sobbing sound in the air, and I reacted a bit before realizing that the source of the sound came from beside me.The little girl was crying, crying very subduedly.

After thinking about it, I couldn't pretend I didn't see it, so I handed her a tissue.

The result of the examination was that I had to stay in the hospital and hang water.At lunch, I pushed the water shelf to the hospital cafeteria to eat, and saw the little girl from before again.

She ate at a table in the corner, sobbing and still looking like she was crying.But it should probably be fine.People who can eat while crying will definitely work hard to live.

Once before, on a Sunday afternoon.I went back to the dormitory after eating the comfort meal my mother gave me, and found Yingzhi hiding on the balcony alone.

He squatted against the wall, buried his face in his arms, and wept silently.Only from the small frequency of his shoulder shaking can he detect the abnormality of his emotions.

I squatted beside him, not knowing what was going on or what to say.

After a while, he raised his head and wiped his face, reached for the lunch box in my hand, ate the lettuce and braised pork ribs in big mouthfuls, and said while eating, "Auntie's cooking skills are better."

There has been a lot of rain recently, probably due to the closeness of Qingming.

When I was transferred to the bureau, the chief adjusted his reading glasses, looked through the files, and saw the recently uncovered case of throwing corpses in Huyang Village, and said in a veteran cadre style: "Xiao Tang, you should also take a rest, ah, I haven’t taken the annual leave for several years, right? Young people, ah, you guys, ah, you should also find a girlfriend, ah, start a family and start a business..."

After listening to the education for a long time, I went out.When I came home from get off work at night, there was a cat downstairs, meowing mournfully in the drizzle.My headlights illuminate it, and I can see that it is a tricolor tabby cat, which seems to have been abandoned by someone.

Taking out the key to open the door, the room is very deserted, with the chill of early spring.When I turned on the light, I realized that my mobile phone was forgotten on the shoe cabinet. Surprisingly, no one contacted me.No phone calls, no text messages, and social software has forgotten me.

Maybe I die in this house tonight without anyone noticing.When the corpse has stiffened and spots begin to appear, the warmth of rejuvenation makes microorganisms start to move, and the smell of decay affects the daily life of the people next door, then someone calls the police and breaks open the door to find that this may just be caused by a fall in the bathroom. A person who lost too much blood and died.

Looking through his belongings, he found that he had no friends, no lover, only an old mother who had little contact with him.The deposit in the account does not exceed five figures, and the inheritance is not much. The meaning of existence may be to turn this house into a haunted house where someone died. When the landlord thinks of this person, he will complain: "It's not good where to die Died in my house!"

Thinking of this, I found a dry towel from the cabinet and rushed downstairs, wrapped the tricolor cat in the rain and hugged it in my arms.It shivered in my arms for warmth, I could feel that little heartbeat in my fingers, it was alive, I was alive.

When I woke up and it was still raining outside, I poured some milk for the cat to drink, and started to pack my luggage and prepare to go home.

There are quite a lot of people going home during the holidays, and the train station is full of people.I gave up my seat to an old man who was catching a train with a rice cooker on his back for some reason, and stood aside with a cat in his mouth.

Don't ask me how I passed the security check, I don't know either.

The cat was in my coat and I could feel it falling asleep in a lump.A girl in a hoodie next to me looked back at me frequently, as if she was still discussing something with her companion, so I finally couldn't help but ask, "Girl, what's the matter with you?"

She laughed when I found out, and said, "Uncle, is there a cat in your clothes?"

……

I've actually reached the age to be called uncle...

Shocked by this fact, I replied perfunctorily: "Ah..."

"I just said yes! I just heard the cry!" The little girl was excited with her friend, and I walked to the platform silently with my cat to get on the train.After all, I am an uncle, and I should have nothing to talk about with young people when I am old.

The train soon arrived at the county seat and changed to a rural bus to the town. This place is quite different from what it used to be, including my home.A thin old man with gray hair stood beside my mother and introduced himself cautiously: "My surname is Wang, and I have heard your mother mention you for a long time..."

My mother interrupted him and said, "Come in first, I'll wait for you when the food is ready."

I took the cat out of my arms and let it down for air.The old man said a little embarrassingly: "Sure enough, he is from the city, and he put the kitten in his clothes."

fair enough.

Since my showdown with my mother, she has been lukewarm to me.Knowing that I can support myself, she didn't control me much, and sometimes I would send some money back to her.

Now his attitude towards me has suddenly improved a lot, probably because of this Uncle Wang next door.It's good for two people to be a companion, it's better than being alone.

For dinner, I made my favorite braised pork ribs. My mother said to me while picking up vegetables: "Tomorrow, I will visit your grandma's grave. Take a good rest today."

"Have you bought the firecracker scented wax?" I asked.

"Your Uncle Wang has already bought it, so you don't have to worry about it."

I have nothing to say.

It was still raining the next day, and the Qingming rain is always lingering and non-stop.I was walking on the mountain road with a tube of firecrackers in my arms. Uncle Wang took a chopping knife and opened the way in front of him. It's a virtue."

Climbing to the hillside, you can see strangers who also came to worship ancestors on the opposite mountain.The sky was blue-gray, and there was a faint sound of firecrackers coming from a distance, mixed with low cries.There is a unique smell of soot produced by burning paper money in the air, and the thin raindrops hit the face a little cool.

Kneeling in front of the grave, my mother murmured while burning paper, "...I brought you money, don't save flowers in the underworld..."

After finishing the graves for the ancestors, I asked Uncle Wang and my mother to go back first and go to another hillside alone.

That place faces south, the sun is very good, but it is a little lonely.

Yingzhi was buried there.

The small tomb was covered by overgrown thatch, and there were no monuments or traces of being sacrificed.I took a hatchet and cleared weeds from Yingzhi's grave.

Yingzhi, you who were ten years ago must not know, right now, the green smoke rising in the sky, the flying swans startled in the grass, you and I are separated forever by yin and yang.

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Thank you little angel!This is for tomorrow, please update early