Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 1: The Last Wish Company in a Residential Building (asking for data, asking for everything!)

Huaxia, Fenglan City, an alley in an urban village.

An old man in his sixties, dressed in cloth, holding an exquisite crutch in his hand, walked hobblingly.

Cough cough cough——

Every few steps, the old man would stop, bend down and cough a few times.

Afterwards, the old man would straighten up and look at the dilapidated buildings and the unclean environment around him with a nostalgic look.

well--

A sigh came from the old man's mouth, coupled with the sad look on the old man's face, the helpless smile on the corner of his mouth, and the regret and unwillingness in his eyes, which made the back look extremely lonely.

There is quite a feeling of being a hero in his twilight years.

But the old man is no hero.

Even, looking back on his life, he didn't even have any deeds to be called a hero, not even one thing to be proud of.

He is just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who disappears in the world and cannot be ordinary.

"I'm getting old, and I'm still sentimental. I'm about to step into the coffin, but I still don't give in..." The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, mocking himself.

"Mr. Zhao, why did you come out by yourself?"

Just at this time.

Two middle-aged women passed by carrying a sink and were surprised to see the old man appearing alone.

Old man Zhao forced a smile: "The weather is nice today, let's go out for a walk."

As he spoke, Old Man Zhao continued to move forward step by step on crutches.

Wait until old man Zhao goes away.

One of the women looked at the gloomy sky and asked, "Tell me, these old man Zhao's children, why don't they come out with him? Are you so relieved to let old man Zhao come out on his own?"

Another woman lamented: "Well, his pair of children feel that his father has no future and has left nothing for them. This old man Zhao is going to... be gone soon. I can definitely ignore him." Just don’t care.”

The woman sighed and said: "That's true, but you can't blame Old Man Zhao. Who doesn't want to be rich and powerful? It's not because of bad luck."

"If my two children treat me like this in the future, I will break their legs!"

Another woman rolled her eyes: "At that time, it will be good if you can move."

"Come on, go home and cook quickly. My little boy is crying out of hunger again."

While talking, the two women left.

Old Zhao, who was not far away from the two of them, slowly turned his head, feeling increasingly lonely.

As a dying person, he is already sensitive. When he heard these words, Old Man Zhao couldn't bear it.

The past events are vivid in my mind, and there are tears in my eyes.

When he was young, he retired from the army and became a factory worker. It was a decent job at that time. Later, he got married step by step, and the relationship between the couple was still very loving.

But who would have thought that my wife would suffer from dystocia and heavy bleeding during childbirth.

Leaving behind a pair of twins and a lonely self.

Later, the wave of layoffs hit, and he was forced to lay off his job and received a small compensation.

Several comrades who retired with him took advantage of this opportunity to go into business when they should, and use their connections to enter the system when they should.

On the other hand, I am timid, and I have a pair of twins at home waiting to be fed.

Old Man Zhao didn't have the courage of other comrades to go into business. He didn't dare to gamble, and he didn't have the connections with other comrades. In addition, he accepted death and didn't want to trouble others, let alone accept help from anyone. In the end, he had to choose a safe way. Work to support the family.

In a flash, decades passed by in a hurry.

Some of the friends and old brothers around me are high-ranking officials within the system, and some are extremely wealthy.

Those old brothers who have no long contact with each other have become famous, and are even compared with themselves by their own children and grandchildren.

On the other hand, I have been huddled in this tube building for my whole life and have never changed places.

After finally raising a son and a daughter, his body collapsed and he had terminal lung cancer.

At that time, old man Zhao, who was lying on the hospital bed, saw the hesitation in the eyes of his son and daughter. He waved directly to the doctor and returned home to wait for death.

Originally, he had been doing nothing in his life. He had not made much money, and the small money was not enough for daily consumption. He used his savings over the years to marry his son and give his daughter a dowry.

Now I only have a little money left in my hand, and even the house in my name has been given to my son as a wedding room.

He himself is now dependent on others, even though it is his son and daughter-in-law.

In this situation, it was impossible for him to pay for medical treatment. His comrades wanted to provide funding, but they were all rejected by Old Man Zhao.

And, as an old man, a dying old man.

My son and daughter-in-law don't like to see each other, and my daughter doesn't come back to visit often.

There is no filial son before the bedside of a long-term illness.

As for those families where there is an old man, it is like having a treasure that no one else knows about. It is impossible to realize it here with Old Man Zhao.

Even the exquisite crutch in his hand was given by a wealthy businessman and his comrade-in-arms, but what was its use?

Old man Zhao doesn't blame his son, nor his daughter, or even anyone.

But he just felt that he had been so frustrated all his life.

Why can others become rich and live a happy life?

But looking back on my life, I don't even have a single thing to be proud of.

Is this life?

But why did God give me such a miserable life?

Could it be that he doesn't deserve to live someone else's life?

He is not willing to give in, he is very unwilling to give in!

The veins in Old Man Zhao's hand holding the crutch swelled and it trembled slightly, but in the end, his hand relaxed.

What can I do if I am not willing to give in...

What else can a dying person do? What else could be changed?

Nothing can be done, nothing can be changed, the only thing that can be done is to wait for death, that's all.

He glanced sideways at the sleeping big yellow dog lying on the ground.

Old man Zhao laughed at himself: "It's better for you. You don't have to think so much. As long as you stutter...ahem..."

He continued to move forward.

Unknowingly, Old Man Zhao reached the end of the alley.

In front of him was a long alley. At the end of the alley was a high wall, blocking Old Man Zhao's way.

"How did you end up here...I'm so old, so old and confused...cough cough cough."

Old man Zhao was about to go back.

On one side of the wall, a small advertisement attracted Old Man Zhao's attention.

[Looking back at your life, have you ever had any unfinished business? Do you ever have any regrets? Have you ever regretted something day and night? 】

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