That home, she had a home when she was alive and couldn't go back. Now that the people are gone, what's the point of not going back?

All her feelings and memories of love and warmth did not come from the place that was called her homeland.

I don't know what time it is, but suddenly I heard someone quietly opening my door. At first I thought I had misheard, but after a while, I realized that it was right.

The sound of rustling.

Someone.

I'm a clever and sober one.

The whole person began to get nervous, and I was alone in this strange town. I picked up the phone, and it was okay, not like in horror or homicide movies, the phone still had electricity.

I unlocked it, quickly pressed 110, but the door was opened at this time, and my heart suddenly rose to my throat, I had heard of the emperor far away.

Will it get this far?

I decisively pressed the connect button, and the voice of a human operator came from the opposite side, but the light was turned on "pop".

Zhang Ruolei!

I quickly hung up the phone.

"What's going on?"

I ran towards him.

"It scared the hell out of me. Why not make a call ahead of time? I thought ......"

He smiled lightly.

"Don't you think you're omnipotent and not afraid of anything?"

I was speechless, and I wanted to reproach two more sentences, but looking at his temples, I couldn't bear to be harsh.

"Have you eaten?"

"Take a quick bite."

"What about you?"

"Nope. Can't eat. ”

"How's that going to work? I'll ask the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for you. Or go below and buy buckets of instant noodles. ”

I stopped him.

"Forget it, you don't want to see what time it is. It won't be long before dawn, so let's have breakfast together when it's dawn. ”

"It's fine."

Both of them were lying on the bed with their clothes, and they both felt like they were in a different world. The person who was talking and laughing with us a few days ago is forever separated in the blink of an eye.

The world is impermanent.

Be a man and cherish the present.

Everything was settled, Aunt Zhang was buried in the ground, a death certificate was issued, he planned to buy a cemetery, and I proposed to Zhang Ruolei to send her ashes back to her hometown. Zhang Ruolei disagreed, saying that he didn't have the time and energy to send her back, even if he did, he would not be interested in the ashes of this so-called relative who left home in his early years and had never heard from her.

It would not be good if you caused more trouble because of this.

"Are you afraid that her family will ask you for money? After all, she died in the service of your family. ”

Zhang Ruolei looked at me and his expression darkened.

said: "If money can make her happy, it can buy her life back." I'm willing to give some of the money. How much can their family want? I've been to that place, and I've given it a hundred and eighty thousand. Do you think 180,000 is a problem for me? ”

He paused to look at me.

"What does she want most?"

Zhang Ruolei's eyes looked into the distance.

After so many years, what she wanted most was to live again. This time must not be like the last time. For her, coming to our house was a turning point in her fate. ”

He withdrew his gaze from the distance and fixed them on my face again. He let out a sigh.

"Of course, this is also the end for her. If ----"

He took another deep breath.

"If she knew that this was the end, I believe that there was nothing she really wanted."

Zhang Ruolei's eyes were red, he turned away, I don't know if he shed tears.

"This ----"

His back shook slightly.

"This ---"

His shoulders were shaking so badly that he couldn't put into words.

Maybe I misunderstood him. I walked up behind him, I wanted to give him a hug, I wanted to give him strength, I wanted to give him warmth. However......

My hand just stopped in the air, listening to him finish the rest of the sentence.

"In this world, where is there no burial? Where is the place where a real person is buried? ”

Aunt Zhang's affairs were done quickly, and in the end she didn't buy a cemetery, there happened to be a mountain nearby, and I found Mr. Feng Shui, and chose an auspicious land, and the two of us stood in front of her grave. Ask him:

"The auspicious land is chosen for the benefit of her children and grandchildren, and Aunt Zhang has no children and grandchildren."

"She begs for an afterlife?"

"I don't know. If this is still the case in the next life, in fact, it will not be meaningful to come back again. ”

He looked at me.

"When you say this, you are very much like a monk who has attained the Tao."

We all bowed to her tombstone. The wind tore my words apart in the mountains and forests.

"I can't jump out in my life, I have too many demons in my heart."

He took my hand, and the two of them walked down the hill with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Passing by the former paradise, he stopped the car. In the sunset, the beautiful and majestic building is still tranquil and luxurious. The first time I met it, I thought it was a rare fairyland on earth, and all the storms in the world could not affect it.

I don't want to think about it for a few years, but this place has become an empty murderous mansion first. I imagined that Aunt Zhang's figure was like a ghost, wandering here day and night, walking and singing.

What she sings and sings must be an aria for her own fate and a tart for life.

"What about this house?"

I asked.

"What can I do?"

He turned to look at me and started the car.

"Hanging? Deserted? In a few years, it may become a famous attraction. Now people's hearts are impetuous, and there is nothing to make themselves steady. I've heard of the ghost village of the closed door, and people like to explore there. Not only that, but many of these murder houses will eventually become a new playground for those who so-called explore the unknown world or do not believe in evil. They poured in in large numbers and enjoyed it. Just like Ye Gong is a good dragon. Ye Gongtian was curious about the dragon every day, saying that he liked it, or said something else, but when the real dragon really appeared in front of him. I was scared so much that I was urinating. ”

"If Aunt Zhang really lives here, I really don't want anyone to disturb her again."

"No one wants her to be disturbed anymore. Don't worry, Aunt Zhang's soul won't linger here, she can go to heaven, and that is her home. Ever heard of it? ”

He turned on the high beams, and there was not a single street lamp on this section of the road. The phantoms on both sides are very suitable for the scene

Creeps. Zhang Ruolei continued.

"Souls that have been tormented in life will eventually ascend to heaven."

I tilted my head and looked out the window, noncommittal to him. If such a consolation could indeed give some hope to those who are suffering, and make the souls who wander in the black, cold and unknown space feel better. So let's put it that way, so what's the matter? Who really cares if this statement is true or not?

Death is death, everything before life, everything after death, everything is instantly wiped out.

Even if those undead who have been tortured in a hundred thousand ways in the human world can really ascend to heaven, it will not be able to erase and make up for everything they have suffered in their lifetime.

Isn't it?

The car turned around and finally got on the highway. Suddenly the eyes lit up, and the red taillights of distant or near cars passed through the night. The car is in the wind, taking advantage of the boundless night, the thin and faint scenery on both sides, those lampposts standing upright on both sides, quickly retreat backwards, fleeting, so that people have no time to identify their appearance.

But then again, who really cares about these beings? He illuminates others in the darkness and keeps countless people back safely, but all those who benefit from it are not in the slightest bit grateful, and even ignore their existence as a matter of course.

All unreminded efforts will eventually cultivate the greatest consumers and enemies for themselves.

"When will the case be solved?"

"I don't know."

He looked ahead.

"You know, sometimes, even ten or eight years, or longer, just like Aunt Zhang, she also used to ......"

He glanced back at me and didn't say anything more, I nodded.

Think, what is this, is it retribution? At the beginning, she asked for someone else's life for no reason, and she was not tracked down, and she lived secretly for so many years. There is no way for the law to punish her. Is it retribution now?

"Maybe from another perspective, she has lived so many more years, and she has earned it."

I smiled and sighed.

"Is that how the accounts are calculated? At that time, the man almost killed her, and she fought back in self-defense at best. Even if the court decides to find a good lawyer and restore the matter to its original form, will she die because of it? Will there be a death sentence? Maybe he behaved well in prison, was released early and even had his own little family. But now, we don't even know who the murderer really is, and why, that person has never known her in his life, and there has never been a holiday between them. Just because she is a little self-conscious, and she is a woman who has no ability to resist, there is no village in front of this place, and there is no store in the back. In this way, can you dignify the lives of such dignitaries? Can you get away with it? ”

"Let's stop arguing about this. I also want to bring the killer to justice. But no, me, or you, which of us can do nothing and go to find the murderer for her every day? ”

I don't speak, I know what Zhang Ruolei said is reasonable. The two were silent in the car.

"Maybe."

Zhang Ruolei stretched out a hand to hold my hand.

"Maybe we can do something else for her.

Meizi, promise me not to dwell on this matter anymore. In addition to Aunt Zhang's affairs, we also have many things to be busy, to prepare, to plan, people are like this, immortal, every day when you open your eyes, you have a lot of things to face and be busy. The dead are gone, but the lives of the living must go on. The company's affairs, the family's affairs, which one is not enough for us to have a headache when we think about it? Plum. ”

He patted my hand, I hated it, and whenever people made such gestures to other people, most of them expressed their expectations or difficulties.

"Plums."

He continued.

"Sometimes, it's not that people are indifferent, it's not that people die like lights going out, and it's not that people get cold as soon as they leave tea."

He paused, his throat slightly astringent.

"Rather, we don't have to worry about ourselves."

The roar of the car drowned out my long sigh.

I know in my heart that what Zhang Ruolei said is the truth.

"Wakalei."

"Huh?"

"But"

I said to him slowly.

"Have you ever thought that if Aunt Zhang did not die of robbery or homicide, then her death is likely to be related to the note as a congratulatory gift."

(End of chapter)