The first time I went to the morgue, it was not what I imagined. www.biquge.info It is not in the main building of the hospital, it is like a warehouse, it is located next to the main building.

An old man wrapped in a military coat and covered in oil rode through the crowd on a dilapidated bicycle, and he didn't know where he came from, but he went straight to the door of the morgue. He got out of the car and took out the key from his jacket and opened the big black lock at the door of the morgue, and I knew that he was the gatekeeper here.

The door opened, and as far as the eye could see, it was empty, and when the line of sight reached further, another door was locked. I think it's a morgue in there.

The old man walked forward without hurry, and as he saw his wrinkled hand clenching the lock, I felt uneasy, I didn't know what it would be like to open the door.

The last lock was opened, and I had imagined countless times that the sight of the morgue should be gloomy and cold. But when I walked in, what I saw was far from what I had imagined in my mind.

The sun was shining through the window, and the morgue was illuminated, and it was empty, except for a large freezer in the middle, with pull rings that resembled drawer handles. Listen to the old man who guarded it, after the people were brought here.

Pull open the freezer and draw the old man in advance and say: When you see someone, just cry twice, don't make too much noise, take the person back and cry again. There are still a lot of people here who haven't picked them up, so don't bother them.

I think the old man said "they" should be the other drawers on this freezer.

Everyone listened and nodded their heads in understanding.

The old man skillfully opened the drawer, he was accustomed to seeing dead people, and the blue face of the aunt appeared in front of me along with the white cold smoke. Her corpse lay quietly, the appearance was the same as before her death, no external injuries could be seen, and the aura was not there, and the body looked extremely stiff.

The one who should have cried has fallen to his knees and cried at this moment.

After about two minutes, the old man beckoned people to carry people back, and comforted: I have been here for more than ten years, and I have seen all the ways to go, and it would be good to be able to stay in harmony like ours.

After a pause, he found one from many memories and told us: There is a miserable one, then look at it, don't talk about the family, others can't bear it.

He didn't describe what he looked like, he just said that he had fallen from a tall building, and I didn't have to think deeply to believe him.

The hearse was waiting outside the door, it was the ambulance of the hospital, and a large black flower hung on the front of the car to show the role of the car at this time. There was a small car in front of the hearse to lead the way, and after walking a few tens of meters, a few muffled cannonballs were thrown, and the sound of the cannonades was for fear that the spirits would get lost, and they told me that this was to lure the spirits home.

When the car drove into the village, there were already many people waiting on both sides of the road. They are all here to mourn, and they are all people who are sad and crying.

I began to get scared, the tears I wanted to call out were not guided by my mind at all, and everyone watched, I was really afraid that I would not be able to cry when it came to the end.

At the last moment when the spirit body was lifted to the head of the kang, I really had no tears flowing, and I was afraid that people would say that I was a ruthless and unrighteous white-eyed wolf, so I lay on the tail of the kang, buried my head in my arms, and made a whimpering sound in my throat.

I didn't dare to get up until I felt someone pull behind me, and I struggled with symbolic sadness, as hypocritical as my relatives who didn't know each other well.

I had a sad expression and no tears flowing, which was embarrassing. I tried my best for my grief, but my grief seemed to be indifferent.

For the rest of the day, I knelt before the spirit, clothed in linen and filial piety, and refused to get up when my knees were bruised, as a tribute to the tears that I had not shed.

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