I wasn't wrong at all, the big guy coming towards me was a construction truck full of mud. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In Ningbo, this kind of engineering truck loaded with silt is not allowed to enter the urban area during the day, and can only load silt in the city from night to early morning.

Looking at the way the engineering truck is speeding in front of him, it is obvious that the owner is planning to take advantage of the ban on traffic at dawn to pull another trip! After all, those who do this business are billed by the number of times, and one more trip in the evening will make an extra profit. But in doing so, there are also a lot of potential safety hazards, the driver comes down at night, and when it is almost dawn, he is often exhausted and enters a state of fatigue driving, coupled with excessive speed, it is easy to cause traffic accidents.

The engineering truck driver in front of him was like this, running back and forth several times in one night, his eyelids were already fighting, yawning, stepping on the accelerator, and he couldn't concentrate on driving at all.

I'm drunk driving, to be precise, I should be drunk driving, plus driving in the opposite direction after driving in the wrong lane; On the other side, fatigue driving, two cars speeding head-on. The speed was too high, and by the time we both found each other, it was too late to dodge, and just like that, a man-made tragedy happened.

The silence of dawn was broken by a loud crash, and I lost consciousness completely after that loud crash. When I regained consciousness and woke up, it was the beginning of the story.

Tragedy is tragedy, but there is nothing to sympathize with. Although I am one of the victims, I really don't know what else to say to myself for such a stupid act. The originally chic life was buried by himself on his 29th birthday. After all, it's just your own death, so who can blame it?

Looking back at me, I already had a rough idea of what was happening in front of me, this was the funeral home. Lying in front of him is his own body. And the two men in white coats are the mortuary, and they are helping me to sort out my remains at the moment.

As an online writer, I have written about souls and other things for a long time, but I never thought that there would be such a day when I would experience such a thing myself.

I slowly drifted to the side of the bed again, and naturally there was no way to react to my approach, the two seriously working mortuators.

I leaned on the edge of the bed and looked at myself lying motionless on the bed, which was somewhat strange, as if I was looking in the mirror, but I was in the mirror, and I didn't follow you.

Through the efforts of the two mortuators, the remains of the body were almost sorted out. At this moment, the staff of the funeral home walked in, covered the body with a white cloth, and pushed him out.

When I saw that my body had been pushed out, I immediately followed, following behind me without leaving an inch, floating carefully. Even though I knew they couldn't see me, I was subconsciously very careful.

The funeral home staff pushed my body into an auditorium that had been set up. On the wall on the north side of the auditorium, there is a portrait of me in the center, flanked by couplets, and directly below the portrait, there is a coffin, and wreaths are placed on both sides.

The staff lifted my body, carefully placed it in the coffin, and after explaining a few words to the other staff in the auditorium, they didn't stop any longer, and turned to leave.

As for what the staff said among themselves, I don't have any interest in knowing, after all, most of what the staff said among themselves is just something related to the funeral, and it is impossible to say that the body sent today is very handsome, right?

I stared at myself in the coffin twice, and I felt the urge to slap myself twice, but as soon as I wanted to raise my hand, I immediately gave up this idea, and it had already fallen to this point, so why bother with myself? Forget it, let's have more snacks in the next life! If there is a next life.

With a gentle sigh, I looked away from the corpse and wandered aimlessly around the auditorium, observing everything around me.

Drifting around, I happened to float past the two staff members and heard the following conversation.

"You say that this family is not to blame, his son is dead, he doesn't cry or make a sound, it's like no one!"

"Yes, after the corpse was delivered, the one who looked like a father went through the formalities, although he didn't laugh during the whole process, but he didn't look sad at all."

"I don't feel like this son is my own, most people's children are gone, and I would have cried to death a long time ago, but you look at the level of quietness today, it's the first time I've encountered it since I came here to work."

"Isn't it,......"

After that, I didn't continue to listen to it, probably what was going on, and I wasn't interested in knowing, as for why my funeral was so quiet, I was not surprised at all, the scene in front of me was actually expected by me.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is impossible for the funeral to be quiet, not to mention crying earth-shattering, but no matter what, there will be some movement. Crying a few times, howling twice, and even scolding a few words are very common things.

But right now, my funeral is surprisingly quiet, and now if I throw a coin on the ground, I guess it can make a lot of noise.

Time passed minute by minute, but no one else in the entire auditorium except for a few staff members from the funeral home who came in and out. It's no wonder that the two staff members just now felt strange, now this scene, this atmosphere, people can't imagine that this is a funeral.

In this way, the quiet atmosphere lasted for a long time, until the funeral ceremony began, and only then did people enter the auditorium. The people who came in automatically split into two groups, and stayed on the left and right sides of the auditorium.

On the left, led by an elderly man, this man is the man who handled the formalities in the mouth of the staff just now, that is, my father.

On the other side, there was an elderly woman at the head, and that woman was my mother.

Why is it split into two groups? Is it a funeral ritual need?

It's not like that, it's divided into two groups, and it has nothing to do with the funeral ceremony. My parents divorced at an early age and started a new family. The people standing in the auditorium now, although they can all have anything to do with me, can barely be regarded as my relatives. But there is no relationship between the two groups of people, so it is naturally impossible to stand together, and it is natural to be divided into two sides.