Scrap iron abo

Xie Shou in the distance sneezed.

"It's too cold, let's go back and make a bowl of ginger soup." The old Beta who manages the cemetery said slowly, wrapped tightly in his army green cotton jacket.

"..." Xie Shou was dizzy from the scorching sun, hesitantly looked up at the sky, and really wanted to ask, in this day and age, who else knows how to cook ginger soup.

After thinking about it, it's not impossible for him to be in a stagnant area like the old district.

Old man Beta moved forward slowly, murmuring words, and stopped after a while, as if he had forgotten which line he had counted to.He was silent for two seconds, then returned to the original position with the grave-sweeping tool, and tremblingly scratched across the tombstone with his skinny and chapped left hand.

Xie Shou patiently accompanied the old man Beta to count over and over again, and finally the other party turned pale and began to take the initiative to talk to him.

"Thank you." Xie Shou quietly fanned away the sweat from his neck, and said gently, "I will consider the suggestion and let my Alpha cook for me to drink some other day."

"How about another day?" Old Beta finally stopped outside a row of tombstones, walked in around the corner, and reprimanded, "Small problems that drag on for a long time may be fatal."

Xie Shou thought to himself, now that even extinct Omega can be remade, the distance between human beings and death has already exceeded how many light-years, how can there be a big problem because of a cold.

He stepped on the fallen white petals, said "yes" with his mouth, and secretly rolled up his cuffs, sweating.

Not long after, he and old man Beta came to two tombstones standing alone.

The tombstone on the left is engraved with the word "Chuqiu", in a lonely italic script, otherwise it is blank - there is no epitaph, and there is no signature of the person who erected the monument.

The other tombstone was clean, and the person who erected the inscription was stingy enough to carve the inscription on it. There were only traces left on the tombstone that had been soaked and dried by the rain.

Compared with other tombstones filled with food and flowers, these two are much deserted.The square marble pestle was on the mound of soil, and the gloomy wind lingered, and the green leaves whirled down, but Xie Shou stretched out his hand to push it away.

Even though no one cares about it, the weeds in front of these two tombstones are much less than other places, obviously someone took care of them.

Several possibilities flickered in Xie Shou's mind.

Old Beta put down the bucket, untied the old red silk from the tombstone on the left, and took a broom to sweep up the floating dirt.His hands are wrinkled and there are several cracks on the side of the palm, but he is very familiar with the action of washing the tombstone with water, obviously this is not the first time he has done this kind of thing.