Chapter Eighty-Nine: Cremation

"Village Chief! Have you forgotten what I said?! ”

With so many villagers kneeling collectively, Guan Shenglin was very uneasy, this was not what he wanted to see. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I didn't forget!" Although the village chief is old, his thinking is very clear: "But please accept our worship, whether you are reluctant or not, otherwise we will not be at ease!" ”

"Hey......" To be honest, this is the first time he has seen someone more stubborn than him: "Since you have worshipped, why are you still stunned?" Let's all hurry up. ”

After Guan Shenglin said this, the villagers stood up one by one, and the cremation ceremony continued.

At this time, the snowflakes still did not stop, and the square was full of snow, but this did not stop the hearts of the villagers in the slightest. The bodies were all covered with a plastic film, through which the scars on their bodies could be clearly seen: a different kind of hideousness, a different kind of horror!

The cremation ceremony may be too early than normal, but it is also a last resort. These dead people were all injured by zombies, if the delay is too long, then maybe these people are no longer the people they are familiar with, and when the time comes, what Li Qing has experienced, they are destined to go through it again. After all, this is too cruel to do so, even if the custom is distorted.

All the bodies were placed in the square, each with a small wooden plaque with their names written on it, and some of them were still in the blank stage.

And Zhang Lao is holding a brush in one hand and ink in the other, outlining their names on those unsigned wooden signs, exclusive to their names!

The weather is very cold and ruthless, whether it is ink or brush, it will be frozen from time to time, every time Zhang Lao will use the lighter he carries with him to bake it for a period of time before it will be thawed, and then continue to write, continue to freeze, continue to thaw, until he comes to Guan Shenglin's side. At this time, only Liu Yanran's wooden plaque was left on all the wooden plaques and had not yet been signed, because she was not from this village after all, so when the body was discharged, her body was placed on the edge.

"I remember her name was 'Liu Yanran', right?"

Zhang Lao asked. After getting confirmation from Guan Shenglin, Zhang Lao buried his head in writing the last three words of today, but was stopped by Guan Shenglin:

"Elder Zhang, her name ...... I'll write it. ”

Zhang Lao raised his head and happened to catch the trace of guilt in Guan Shenglin's eyes, and he immediately understood Guan Shenglin's thoughts. He didn't answer, just stood up and handed the pen and ink to Guan Shenglin, showing his attitude in this way.

Guan Shenglin took the pen and ink and held it in the palm of his hand, which seemed to be very heavy. didn't worry about it for too long, Guan Shenglin lowered his body, dipped it in ink, picked up the wooden sign on Liu Yanran's body, and wrote it extremely attentively and seriously. Although he was successfully admitted to a prestigious university, his handwriting was not very beautiful. But now, every stroke he writes seems to represent a wish, a call. Each stroke is written very slowly and formally. The three words "Liu Yanran", he wrote for five minutes, during which he just thawed the pen and ink twice!

After the writing was finished and the pen and ink were returned, Guan Shenglin folded his hands and bent down at Liu Yanran's body, as if he was worshipping and wishing.

At the beginning, he brought Liu Yanran here, because he didn't want her to be lonely, he didn't want her to be miserable, and he didn't want her to be confused, but who knew that he encountered such a disaster not long after coming here, burying her young life......

For this reason, he kept struggling in his heart: Is it right or wrong to bring Liu Yanran here? Did it help her or hurt her?

"If I were her, I would never blame you."

seemed to see Guan Shenglin's inner struggle and pain, and Zhang Bailu comforted him at the right time.

"Why? You know, I asked for her to be brought out, but in the end she died because of it......"

"That's not the point. The point is, she came here with us, she met the enthusiastic fat aunt, at least she won't close herself, at least she found warmth. On the other hand, if you hadn't brought her and left her to fend for herself in that cold home, would she have survived? ”

Maybe Zhang Bailu really hit the key point, Guan Shenglin didn't struggle anymore, and listened carefully to her explanation.

Zhang Bailu stretched out one hand, stroked Guan Shenglin's cheek, and said seriously: "You know, her room there is really cold, and even the unspoiled food is extremely rare, although there is still a trace of survival obsession in her heart, but the source of that obsession is too ethereal and even too ironic, if you leave her there, she will not survive in a short time, and she will die alone." If I were her, instead of blaming you, I would be grateful for bringing me here. At the very least, I didn't die alone. ”

Although the topic of conversation was heavy, there was a charming smile on the corner of Zhang Bailu's mouth, as if it could melt all the ice and snow around him.

"Lu, it's good to have you!"

"To borrow a phrase from the little wolf, you big stupid forest. Again, what I said before, just hug me. ”

After that, the two hugged each other again in full view of everyone, and the two seemed to constitute the most beautiful scene in the world.

The flowers have long since withered and been replaced by snowflakes in the sky. Fading away from the cold, the snowflakes at this moment set off the surroundings, as if the catkins in April moved by the wind and rose by the wind.

The sky is ruthless, people have hearts, even if there is too much cold in the world, but people's hearts are always warm.

"Bai Lu, don't leave me. I can't live without you......"

"Fool, if I hadn't died, I would have been with you! Even if I'm really dead...... Promise me to live well! ”

"Nope! How can you make me say yes......"

"Don't say more, you see the villagers are watching us, and the ceremony will start in a while."

was woken up by Zhang Bailu, and Guan Shenglin noticed the surroundings.

These villagers, almost all of them are looking at the two people who are embracing each other, the emotions in their eyes are complicated, there are indifference, there are wishes, and some people see things and think about things, looking at these two people, but they think of the other half who has left, and they can't stop crying.

"Almost, uncover the film and pour gasoline!"

"Woo ......"

Hearing the order of the village chief, all the villagers instantly focused their eyes on the corpses of their relatives in front of them, crying incessantly, but staring intently. They know that every time they look at each other, they lose one less look, and then the next step is the moment of complete separation.

Sadness is always at the time of parting!

"O sun, moon and stars, please listen to my prayers and lead these heroic spirits to the kingdom of God!"

Rumble...... Rumble...... Rumble......

As the village chief's prayer ended, countless torches fell out of the hands of the villagers, igniting the corpses filled with gasoline, and in an instant a fire rose into the sky, shining on everyone's body and into everyone's heart. At this time, the crying became more and more intense, and they wanted to vent their inner pain through crying.

The snow continued to fall, but it could not stop the flames from burning, and moths died like flames.

At this time, Guan Shenglin seemed to kneel in front of these burning remains, kowtowing heavily, and then, he seemed to be praying, and even more seemed to be admonishing:

"The deceased rest in peace, and our generation prays on a sunny day.

The deceased lives forever in our hearts.

The deceased is far away, may the breeze sprinkle the earth.

The deceased is gone, and there is nothing more than sadness! ”