Under the taper chandelier with a light blue shell, Qinglu'er is carefully wiping the clean log kitchen table with a towel, she is preparing for the next cooking class, the cracked glass bottle next to the kitchen counter is fresh and fragrant, and Mingming on the side is also seriously stirring the ingredients in the bowl.

Since returning to the "S612" city after ending the trip of "W" Chengluo, Qingluer was invited by Ming Ming to become the new assistant of his cooking class, nominally an assistant, but in fact, Ming Ming sincerely taught Qingluer as an apprentice.

Qinglu'er is also serious and conscientious in her cooking class, and with her current level of study, it should be no problem to take a cooking chef qualification certificate in half a year.

After wiping the table, Qing Lu'er was busy going to the shelf next to her to get some ingredients. After taking the ingredients, she tried to pinch and shape today's "Little Meat Bear" pastry, but after several attempts, she couldn't get the point, looking at the work in her hand, she couldn't help but feel that there were many flaws.

Ming Ming put down the work in his hand and walked over, looked at Qing Lu'er, who looked slightly depressed, and said with a smile: "It's not easy to pinch!" ”

"Yes, no matter how much you pinch it, you can't pinch it."

"This pastry is more difficult to put and receive. Come! I'll teach you! Ming Ming said and picked up some pastry ingredients and taught them hand by hand: "Stick some flour on your hands, the filling is not put in the bear's stomach in one step, otherwise it will collapse easily, you see that you use this special spoon to put the filling ......." ”

When two people are happy, love always grows fast.

With the arrival of the warm season, the temperature began to rise, and the relationship between Qingluer and Mingming gradually warmed up. In the cooking class, they cooperate tacitly, they talk and laugh in daily life, and they have no barriers in personality and habits.

At the end of the day, the cooking class ended. Ming Ming was still chatting with Qingluer with a happy and comfortable mood, and the two of them paced happily until they walked downstairs to the community where Qingluer lived.

Qinglu'er came home and was about to sit in the living room for a while and take a rest, when the text phone rang. It was Xiao Yuwu'er who called:

"Qinglu'er, are you in the 'S612' city now?"

"Hmmm! Yes! ”

"Do you have time the day after tomorrow?"

"There should be, is there anything wrong with you?"

"Zero Umbrella has been executed, he will be buried the day after tomorrow, you can go and see it with me!"

"Hmmm! Good! ”

On the day of the burial of the umbrella, Qinglu'er and Xiaoyuwu'er parked their cars in the parking space next to the cemetery, and then walked along the walking path to the cemetery, on which a large plant forest grows, tall and dense plants stretch out crisp leaves, the morning mist is permeated among the dense leaves and branches and has not completely dispersed, the fog slowly gathers into water droplets, and the pedestrian puppets on the walking path may still hear the sound of water droplets dripping from high in the sky.

Qinglu'er accompanied Xiao Yuwu'er to drive across the walking path, and after a while, they came to a clearing next to the cemetery to wait, the funeral officer told them that the ashes cremated by Zero Umbrella would take a while to arrive, and there were already some people waiting in the open space next to the cemetery, looking at a small group, a small group of people standing and chatting, Qingluer was not sure whether these people were waiting to see Zero Umbrella buried, or came to mourn other relatives.

Qinglu'er heard as if someone in the crowd was shouting her name, Qinglu'er looked left and right, and saw Lang Lang waving towards this side, followed by her cousin Xie Xie. Roujia.

"Langlang, why are you here?" When Lang Lang approached, Qing Lu'er said in some surprise.

"A distant uncle in our hometown helped Zero Umbrella do a confession, and he also entrusted the burial ceremony of Zero Umbrella to my cousin, who happened to be in the 'W' city, and my cousin asked us to help participate in the funeral ceremony together."

"I see!"

"Hmmm! You and Xiaoyuwu'er are here too. ”

"Yes......"

Lang Lang was about to answer, when the car carrying the parachute coffin bypassed the intersection in front of him and stopped. When the people next to them saw the name of the zero umbrella written on the car, their eyes also looked at the car transporting the coffin.

After a while, the car door opened, and Lang Lang saw the well-dressed uncle wearing the usual clothes for funerals, and walked out of the car with a box of ashes with a serious expression.

Lang Lang and understand thanks. Roujia and a few other people dressed like them walked up to her cousin, and they walked with her uncle towards the cemetery where the coffin was kept, and everyone followed them to the side of the cemetery.

Langlang, understand thanks. Roujia and others dressed in the same clothes stood in a neat row next to the cemetery, and there were some people in the same clothes to maintain everyone's order. There are also a few people in the supervision camp who are afraid that the crowd will be in turmoil because of hatred, and they are also helping to maintain order.

After the crowd stood still. Langlang's distant uncle said loudly to everyone: "Silence! ”

As soon as the uncle finished speaking, Lang Lang and the people who stood in a row with her began to sing:

"Whoever rolls up the soul has no more life in the body.

Who will remember it for the rest of his life, there can be traces of existence.

Where is their love, and where is their hate?

Love! Since when did you start rising!

Love! If I had never lost you!

What a love!

Why when I mention you, it can only be memories!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Curse!

Death does not dare to roar and whistle at you!

Death is willing to be a slave driven by you!

Death creates fear to please you!

Night covers the land!

Life passes away with nightfall!

Whoever rolls up the soul ceases to have no life in the body.

Who will remember it for the rest of his life, there can be traces of existence.

Where is their love, and where is their hate?

They died, and their love, their hatred, were destroyed.

It's all gone, it's all gone, it's all gone......

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Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!

Are they all wiped out......?

Soul, soul, you are gone from the shell,

Have you ever visited a beautiful place? ”

After the singing! The uncle shouted to the crowd: "Silence is over! Bury! ”

The uncle dragged the urn with the umbrella in both hands, sealed it in the grave, and returned to where he had stood, where he was handed a few pieces of stationery. , the uncle solemnly took it in his hand, and he said to everyone in a heavy tone:

"Before he was executed, he wrote something that he asked me to read to the people when he died, and now I read it out in accordance with my will:

In five days, I will be executed. The lawyer told me that I had behaved well and could appeal for a stay of execution of the death order.

I have no appeal.

I am a very sinful person, and I used to think that it was a pleasure to do evil, but now sin crushes my heart. When people realize their mistakes and are powerless to change them, their hearts are really heavy.

Death is not terrible, the terrible thing is that you don't know your guilt, and the terrible thing is that after you know your guilt, you can't solve your guilt.

So it's good that I'm gone, it's a relief for me. I deserve it with you.

I have chosen a poem for my burial, and a man like me is not worthy of a word of glory.

I don't want to be forgiven by those I have hurt, and I would rather be if someone could vent their hatred on me and make them suffer a little.

When I die, divide my ashes into three parts.

A portion was thrown into a filthy pigsty.

One was thrown into the wilderness where no one was around.

If you hate me, you can whip me with a whip, and you can write on the tombstone, and you can insult me as much as you like, for these are things that I deserve, and even if you kill me with your own hands, it will not be a thousandth part of the evil I have done.

I still feel guilty when I write this, and no matter what I do, I can't make up for the harm I have caused.

Some people say that because the cost of repentance is too heavy, don't go to repentance.

Yet I am willing to face my transgressions.

I've had too many madness in my life, I've received too little love, and I've given too little love.

I remember some of the warmth I had in my life.

When I was a child, my third brother was adopted by a father who loved him, and I was actually very jealous of him, jealous that an illegitimate child could easily get love. Later, I pretended to be the third brother and fell in love with a girl, and since then, I once thought that the dignity I lost with the third brother had been regained, and he didn't have the courage to confess his feelings, but I dared to confess.

Actually, I was just deceiving myself, and I didn't have the courage either. I'm actually not as good as the third brother, he still believes in love, and I don't even have the ability to believe in love.

I thought I didn't have the ability to handle love, so I chose to run away. In the end, it can only bring her deep damage.

The third brother knows to protect the person he loves, and I will only hurt her.

I'm gone, and my love, my hate, are gone.

But the people I have hurt, they are still alive in this world.

I wish I hadn't done any of these harms.

I have met with the families of some of the victims and have written some letters to the families of some of the victims.

People I've hurt also need an outlet to vent their anger.

The psychiatrist told me that the victim undergoes psychological healing treatment, and that venting anger is an integral part of healing treatment.

Collect the anger, this is the last thing I can do to make amends!

That's all for it, alas! I look back on my life like a sigh.

Let all men be ashamed of me as a lesson. ”

After reading the scattered letters in a heavy and slightly long tone, the uncle then turned to everyone and said in a report-like tone:

"Part of the ashes of the umbrella have been scattered in the pigsty, part of it has been scattered in the wilderness, and the part I brought with me today has been buried.

Originally, there was a flower offering ceremony at the funeral, but due to the particularity of this funeral, the flower offering was canceled. As a rule, I should have preached the truth of life and death, but this session was canceled at the request of Zero Umbrella and the advice of a psychological counselor.

Now the funeral ceremony will end with a lamentation, and there is a whip in the dark blue box next to the tombstone, which anyone can whip if they want to beat the tombstone. After speaking, the uncle walked away from the tombstone, and someone carried the dark blue box containing the whip slightly into the tombstone for easy access.

Lamentations began to rise, but no one was seen raising the whip:

"I passed by your door,

I saw you crouching on the edge of the door,

The wind blows from your side,

Stuff the dust in the cracks of the stone

Moss grows on the crack of the stone steps in the doorway. ”

(When the song gradually rises, I understand thank you. Rou Jia took the lead in picking up the whip and whipping the tombstone, the uncle was stunned for a while, and although Lang Lang was puzzled, he still sang to the rhythm. ）

I passed by your door,

What are you thinking about in silence?

I'm going to miss you in my eyes,

You will not see me in your eyes.

I passed by your door,

Ants line up to step through the moss,

Your eyes are on them more than on me.

I'm just a neighbor in your eyes.

I passed by your door.

Ants line up to explore the moss forest.

Birds nest in the shaded trees in the yard.

And yet with such joy, where have you been?

Where have you been? Everywhere you go!

Whether you can still feel pain or pleasure!

Where have you been?

Life just rushes by!

I passed by your door!

May I bless you and me!

No matter what the day is!

We're still having fun! ”

Understand. In the penultimate part of the song, Roujia stopped waving the whip in her hand, and the sound of the whip beating the tombstone came to an abrupt end.

Lang Lang saw and understood Xie. Rou Jia stopped swinging the whip and couldn't help but think: "Cousin, the first half of the whip has no sense of rhythm, and it almost takes me out of tune." There was some rhythm in the second half. ”

Uncle Chang's glasses widened unexpectedly and looked at this distant niece with a frivolous demeanor, the breeze blowing through the dry and fluffy hair growing on his shiny forehead, and the green hair caressed his forehead that was about to sweat due to the tension and the warmth of the weather. The fragrance oozing from his hair made him feel strangely comfortable, but this comfort passed in a moment, and he couldn't help but be more annoyed.

The uncle was a very delicate man, and after he had worked hard to obtain an important position in a meeting place when he was young, he took on the wedding and funeral rites as a matter of course.

Uncle still remembers the first time he was the main master of ceremonies at a wedding, he was cautious and extremely responsible and solemn to create his gentlemanly appearance, and this wedding won him a lot of praise, even his wife because of this wedding to him a good impression.

When the ceremonial ceremony of the first wedding gave the uncle honor and encouragement, whenever there was a wedding or funeral ceremony that he needed to attend, he would symbolically freshen up the day before, in order to welcome the ceremony etiquette with a better mental outlook.

In the past few decades, many matters of weddings and funerals have been handled by the uncle in an orderly manner, and there are many praises.

Recently, he has been a little unhappy, and the uncle thinks that it may be the result of his slackness in reading the "Book of Covenants", and he thinks that he must be more diligent and diligent in the future. With his own efforts, he thought he should be able to stabilize these chores as soon as possible.

A few days ago, his wife changed a new perfume shampoo, and the uncle felt that the smell was too fragrant and fragrant, and if he was a little closer, he could smell the strong fragrance, but this little thing made him and his wife have a lot of conflicts.

The uncle's wife's opinion is: "This is the shampoo she took the most pains to choose, and her husband usually doesn't do anything, and he picks on thorns." The uncle's point of view was: "The wife only cares about her own preferences, but she doesn't want him to be a person of status, how can the etiquette of appearance be too exaggerated." Uncle sat in the car with the coffin today, and the smell of his wife's newly bought shampoo in the car had not yet dissipated from his hair, and he thought to himself: "Bear with me for a day or two, my new shampoo will arrive in the mail, and then the conflict between me and my wife will be resolved, and there will be no need to make such an unpleasant fuss."

If you are married, you have to learn to be committed, what to do if you have an unpleasant relationship with her, I will solve it if something happens, and then buy a bottle of shampoo, and I can solve the problem perfectly.

Speaking of her, she really shouldn't have a temper in a small family, I'm so busy with things, shouldn't she help me buy the right one? Recently, the people of the 'regional gathering' have often attacked us because of the etiquette and customs, and I finally made the wedding and funeral etiquette better, but because of the frivolity of a hair, I was attacked by a group of people who said that we don't wear hats at the party? ”

Understand. Roujia's operation completely destroyed the uncle's psychological self-affirmation defense, and he imagined a scenario in which he stepped forward firmly and decisively to stop Xie Xie. Roujia. With dignity and authority, he grabbed the whip in her hand and reprimanded her.

But because of the affection and the will of the zero umbrella, he always felt that it was difficult to come forward, and he couldn't help but sigh helplessly and aggrievedly in his heart:

"Alas! The book is really good, people's enemies are the people of their own family. I have not been slandered by the 'cleaners' and 'brethren' who insinuated that we were 'lackeys of power', but I was able to tolerate them generously, because they scolded us and they didn't know. But I don't want my reputation to collapse in the hands of my relatives repeatedly. ”

Understand. Rou Jia had just swung the whip and walked away silently without greeting anyone, and she had just walked a few steps from the cemetery when she caught a glimpse of a middle-aged woman with a solemn expression slowly walking out of the back of the crowd, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand. The woman's makeup was delicate and plain, different from the resentment and indifference of others to this funeral, and her face showed a little haggard and sad.

The crowd seemed to notice the woman's unusual behavior

, understand Xie. Roujia couldn't help but stop and watch, she saw that the woman had just finished offering flowers, bowed, a few tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and next to the woman stood a young follower, the young man next to her saw this, took out a tissue and carefully wiped the tears from her cheeks.

The woman did not stay long at the tombstone after laying the flowers, and the young man next to her helped her to the side of the road in front of the cemetery.

Understand. Rou Jia watched intently as they walked beside her. Then she heard the sound of the whip again, and someone went up to beat the tombstone, and the flowers that the woman had offered were crushed in the whip.

The woman was slightly startled when she heard the sound of the whip, but she did not look back, listening to the constant sound of the whip, she just continued to walk forward in silence.

Understand. After Roujia watched the person beating the tombstone for a while, she also left, and Lang Lang saw that his cousin was gone, and thought that when he would disperse, he might have to face his uncle's earnest teachings alone, so he also slipped out of the choir.

When Lang Lang walked out of the crowd, he found that Xiao Yuwu'er had also left the crowd accompanied by Qinglu'er and walked towards the walking path.