In a crematorium on the northern outskirts of Bishan, white paper flew and there were bursts of mourning. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

No one who comes in or out of here will have a smile on their face.

Family members won't laugh, and employees won't either, because this crematorium clearly stipulates that if you laugh once during work, ten yuan will be deducted.

There is only one exception.

He was one of the first employees of the crematorium when it was first established.

Thirty years have passed, the equipment is being updated, the employees are moving, and the boss is changing, but he is the only one who remains the same.

The salary of three hundred yuan a month has never changed, and the job has always been by the corpse furnace, and he is always smiling during work hours.

If there is any change in him, it is age, from a young man in his twenties to a bad old man over half a hundred years old.

In thirty years, he had burned more corpses with his own hands than he had ever seen alive.

Because he couldn't afford to buy a house, he lived in a house of less than 15 square meters in the crematorium, and he rarely went out of the crematorium.

He doesn't have any hobbies, and an old-fashioned radio that has been repaired hundreds of times is his only way to relax.

Everyone is very grateful to him, because because he lives here, he doesn't have to arrange for people to work night shifts, and of course he definitely won't have a daughter-in-law.

That morning, in the morgue, he was dressed as usual in dirty gray overalls, leaning against the smoke-blackened wall, lighting a cigarette, his goatee moving, and exhaling two thick smoke rings.

He was waiting for the next person whose soul would ascend to heaven or go to hell.

The door was pushed open, and a corpse that had been crushed and sparsely ragged by a car was placed in the corpse smelter, and his colleague squinted and smiled after nodding in acknowledgement.

People here rarely talk when they work.

Looking at the corpse in front of him, he shook his head and said to himself: "Alas, what ignorance, killing his own child with his own hands!" ”

The colleague was accustomed to him and asked, "What is this man's death hole?" ”

"Knowledge."

"What do you mean by that?"

"If her parents don't force her to study, her academic performance will not be good, and if she doesn't get good grades, she won't be able to get into college, she won't meet that person, she won't marry that person, she won't have that child, and she won't be run over by a car on the way to school to pick up her child."

“……”

My colleague is not speechless, but silent, does not understand, does not believe or refute, and is accustomed to his words.

(So don't always push the kids, you know...... ）

Towards noon, after sending off the sixteenth soul, he was already a little tired, and it was just time for lunch, so he cleaned up and prepared for rest.

At this moment, the door of the morgue room was pushed open again, not a colleague, but a man wearing a hat and a coarse linen robe, hugging a beautiful girl in green clothes.

Those who can break in directly without going through the formalities will definitely not be good.

"It's time to get off work." He lowered his head and swept the floor, not looking directly at the man in the hat.

"Reopen the furnace, cremation now!" The man in the hat spoke fiercely and threw the girl on the morgue.

"It's time to get off work." He still didn't look up.

The man in the hat stepped forward and grabbed him, and said fiercely: "Don't talk about getting off work, even if your crematorium is closed now, you must cremate this body first!" ”

"You're in the dead end, and I'll see you again soon." He said lightly.

"What the fuck is here, don't talk here, don't turn on the furnace now, it's you who lies in the furnace in the future!"

"Okay."

He wasn't afraid of the man in the hat, he didn't want to make trouble here and damage the reputation of the crematorium.

Before the stove had cooled, it was turned on again.

Only then did he notice the girl on the shelf, his brows immediately furrowed deeply, and he couldn't help but sweat profusely, and said to himself: "Impossible." ”

The man in the hat said impatiently: "Hurry up, don't grind!" ”

"She has not entered the hole of death, at such an age, her life should not come to an end." He shook his head and said.

"Death is a fact, just do your job!" The man in the hat said angrily.

The temperature of the furnace has reached and the door clasp has been opened.

He picked up the girl, but she didn't move.

Seeing this, the man in the hat shouted again: "If you don't have the strength, I'll help you, retire early when you're old!" ”

As he spoke, he went to snatch the girl's body.

He dodged sideways and said calmly: "Human life should be determined by heaven and oneself, not by others. ”

"Do you want to find fault?" The man in the hat felt his hand to his waist and wanted to take out the murder weapon, "If you don't incinerate now, I promise that this crematorium will disappear tomorrow, including you!" ”

"Okay."

In his eyes, this girl's life has not yet arrived, but the crematorium is his thirty years of youth, and he can see that the man with a hat is powerful, and he will be able to do it.

He had no choice.

The girl in Tsing Yi was put into the drawer of the stove and slowly closed, and the raging fire instantly engulfed the girl.

A lament echoed through the morgue, echoing around every corner of the crematorium.

A tear flowed from the corner of his wrinkled eye and slid down his smoky cheek.

The man in the hat turned and left.

…………

At the foot of the mountain, the Bright Moon Hotel.

The man in the hat knocked on the door and said, "Young master, the matter is done!" ”

The boy took off his headphones, nodded, and did not speak.

Yangqin bowed her head gloomily, her mood only she knows, things in the world, there are gains and losses, and the trade-off is only between one thought.

If the first person she met wasn't a teenager, maybe it wouldn't have been like this.

The man in the hat continued, "In a few days, the situation inside the Gates of Hell will be clear, and whether they are dead or alive, it will be time for us to act. ”

"Three days later, go to the Holy Tomb." The boy put on his headphones again.

"I'm afraid that the situation ......is still uncertain for three days," the man hesitated.

The boy didn't speak, and he probably didn't hear it while wearing headphones, or he didn't want to hear it.

"Okay, let's do it in three days, I'll go and prepare, farewell!" The man in the hat arched his hand, turned and walked out the door.

…………

Beside the furnace of the crematorium, he silently shed tears, humming an unknown tune, which should be an elegy for the soul.

He shed tears not only for the girl, but also for him to dedicate the crematorium of his youth.

Because, the moment she personally sent the girl into the corpse refining furnace, he decided to resign and leave, leaving here is a sign of conscience.

He personally incinerated a girl who he thought had not yet reached his life, and he would be punished by heaven, and his soul would be tormented for a lifetime, and he would have no face to stay here again.

Although he hadn't thought about where he was going to go or what he was going to do after leaving, maybe he wouldn't do anything if he left here.

When the time for incineration was up, he slowly got up and walked towards the ashes.

Opening the lid, he tried his best to open his pea-like eyes, and looked and looked, the goatee kept shaking, and the tool slipped to the ground.

There was not a single bone in the clean cave.