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"Wu Qian, I haven't picked up the things in the Zero Six safe, you can call and ask. The manager confessed and hurried away.

I haven't taken a two-day break, and the old man hasn't come to pick up the urn, and I remember that his ticket was the day before yesterday.

I checked the computer records, which showed the old man's name, Meng Yichang, and there was no information on the replacement of boarding passes.

I dialed the recorded mobile phone number, but there was no answer.

Ask the ticket office to see if there is any refund information for Meng Yichang.

"Ticket office, departure hall service desk, please help me check the refund information of Air China CA1464 flying to Hangzhou at 6:10 the day before yesterday, that is, on the 23rd, whether there is a refund from Mr. Meng Yichang." Okay, I'll wait for your reply. ”

A minute later, the phone at the help desk rang.

"Hello, the query result is as follows, Air China CA1464 Zhongjingfei Hangzhou took off on time at 6:10 on the 23rd, and there was no refund or change, but the record shows that Mr. Meng Yichang did not board the plane. ”

"Thank you. ”

put down the phone, and continued to call the mobile phone number left by Meng Yichang, but no one answered.

If Meng Yichang never comes to pick up the stored urn, then this box of ashes will accompany me to work every moment in the next six months. Because according to the regulations, valuables are handed over to the relevant departments only after no one has collected them for half a year.

Whenever there is a sparse crowd in the early hours of the morning, I shudder.

A week later.

The afternoon sun shines brightly through the glass curtain wall on the floor of the hall, and the passengers coming and going show the busyness of the city.

In the middle of my trance, a middle-aged couple appeared in my field of vision.

The two of them supported each other, showing an old age that did not match their appearance. Middle-aged man holding a box wrapped in black satin......

Black satin-wrapped box again?

My heart skipped a beat.

The middle-aged couple came up to me, the man put the box down, and the woman took out a stack of documents from her bag.

"Hello, this is our ID card and household register. ”

What are you doing, I'm not the Public Security Bureau and the Customs.

"Hello, what's the matter?" I asked, smiling.

"Look at the household registration book, Meng Yichang is my father. ”

"Who is Meng Yichang?" "I'm inexplicable, it's also a matter for the Public Security Bureau to find my father."

"My father deposited a box of ashes a week ago ......"

I'm going to die, I'm so busy that I've forgotten about such an important thing.

"I'm sorry, I remembered. What about Mr. Li himself?" I asked a very stupid question.

The middle-aged couple glanced at each other, their eyes focused on the black satin-wrapped box.

"That's my father. The man said.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I hastened to say.

"It doesn't matter. The man pointed to the ID on the counter, "This is my ID card, you can take a look." Also, this is a storage card, and a safe key. ”

I carefully checked the documents, then opened the safe, took out the urn, and solemnly handed it to them.

"Xiaoyu, Mom and Dad are here to pick you up and go home with Grandpa. ”

The man trembled and stroked the girl's urn, the woman threw herself on the urn and cried bitterly, the passengers stared at this side in surprise, and the security guard quickly ran towards this side.

I made a "stop" gesture to the security guard, shook my head, and motioned for him not to come.

Lao Feng didn't know when he came to me, he was always so elusive.

"What are you doing, I'm fine. I whispered to Lao Feng.

"Oh, I happened to pass by, it's okay. ”

Old Feng flashed. Comes and goes without a trace.

The middle-aged man patted the woman's back, "Don't cry, it will affect other people's work." Let's go back. ”

The woman slowly straightened up, wiped away her tears, and gently picked up her daughter's ashes, as if she was holding a baby in swaddling clothes.

My nose was sour.

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I feel the same human suffering in different times and places.

I don't know if my husband has recovered his health in that time and space of my own.

I called my own number and no one answered, and when I called my husband's number, no one answered.

I knew that in another time and space, I would not be able to get through without touching my husband or his mobile phone, and in this time and space, Wenda, who was in prison, had no right to use his mobile phone. For two planes, neither the husbands I loved and the husbands I hated could answer my calls.

I've always used "Little Apple" as a ringtone, just to answer calls from another time and space at any time.

But I didn't expect to receive a call from the third time and space---- from an unreliable "man flower"!