"Huhu............ Whoo............ Whoohoo............"

Sweat, constantly spilling down on itself, sweating like rain, is no longer an exaggerated adjective in the person in front of him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The man was very fat, he looked to be in his early forties, his hairline was also very high, he was already a local support party, a central government, wearing a white shirt on the upper body, big pants on the bottom, and a hoe in his hand, digging non-stop.

Soon, the hoe touched something underground, and the man took a deep breath, tossed the hoe aside, and then knelt down and reached out to play with it.

Soon, two urns were dug up, both black urns, but one on the left was darker and the other on the right was more elegant. Both urns have been specially treated, so they have been buried deep in the ground for so many years without the slightest corruption.

Xu Fugui sat on the ground, threw the dark urn aside, and instead held the more elegant urn in his arms.

"Daughter-in-law, do you miss me?"

It is estimated that no one thought that the first thing Xu Fugui, who had been lying in a place similar to the tomb of the living dead for 20 years, came out of the place of preaching was to go to a ravine in Guangxi to dig a grave.

In the urn was his wife.

His wife died a year after his "accident".

A lot of things, a lot of words, in the cold years of the twenty years of the coffin countless times in the mind, but it is precisely because of the long time that some words have been precipitated, and when the sun really comes out again one day,

Holding the urn of his deceased wife in his hand, there was only a speechless condensation left.

Tears but silent, only to the past regrets. Relying on Danqing's heavy provincial knowledge, Yingying, a sad heart can't be painted.

Xu Fugui and his wife have no earth-shattering love, and it can even be said that they don't have much affection.

As a young intellectual, Xu Fugui could be said to have chosen his wife who still had a good impression of being a scholar at that time in order to live more comfortably, and then the country reopened the college entrance examination, and his wife took care of the elderly and children at home while farming, leaving Xu Fugui with an almost luxurious review environment.

After Xu Fugui went to college, stayed in school as a teacher after graduation, and naturally took his wife from the countryside to his university dormitory.

Later, he was transferred from an education post to a government unit, which really confirmed the common saying of "getting promoted and getting rich and changing wives", but the days came by like this.

The children have grown up slowly, and his wife is still the peasant woman who doesn't understand the amorous feelings, Xu Fugui still looks at his wife unpleasantly, and sometimes he would rather sit in his study for most of the day and read a book until his wife calls him out to eat.

When it comes to happiness, it's not much happiness, but there are still feelings.

The reason why he didn't divorce his wife and changed to a woman who had a common language with him was because Xu Fugui's conscience was really a little unbearable.

To be a man, you have to talk about conscience, in terms of marriage, even more so, the vows of the couple's love period can only prove that both parties are sincere at that time, as for the effectiveness, there is really no need to be too persistent, and the future life is actually a competition for the conscience of both parties.

Right now

He is still alive, but his wife has become a handful of ashes.

Xu Fugui held the urn from the afternoon to the evening, there were many mosquitoes in the mountain, but none of them dared to approach Xu Fugui's body, slowly, Xu Fugui sighed, stood up, took the urn of his deceased wife, and began to go down the mountain.

In this real world, he actually doesn't have much nostalgia, even if it is his own heir, he doesn't have much affection and can't let go, and now that his deceased wife's urn is in his hands, he can be regarded as having a companion.

In the past, I disliked my wife for not knowing how to communicate with her, and her education level was low, but now, it's good, she can't speak anyway.

Raise your head and look at the starry sky in the sky,

Xu Fugui sighed, he didn't know,

Own ticket, when will it arrive.

Walking all the way down the mountain, Xu Fugui seemed very calm, he didn't have the time to enjoy the scenery, and he was not interested in lingering too much, the twenty-year coffin sleep was a silent torture for a person with clear and normal thinking, enough to make you feel numb to anything in this world.

It's just that

Walking and walking,

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him, the other party should be a man, wearing navy blue clothes, in terms of collocation, it looks a little nondescript, but the other party's eyes, like an eagle falcon, have been staring at Xu Fugui.

From the moment he entered this mountain range, these eyes have actually been staring at him, and when he was about to leave, the other party finally couldn't help it and appeared.

Xu Fugui couldn't help but laugh,

age

It's really different.

The other party saw Xu Fugui smiling, and his face looked a little unnatural, because this thin man with a falcon-like gaze had not been in such a passive environment for a long time.

Indeed, at the moment when the last batch of bigwig-level listeners just left by train two years ago, the only remaining bigwig-level listeners are really the existence of absolute bigwigs and even giants in a domain.

However, it was precisely because he couldn't see through this middle-aged man that he seemed a little overwhelmed.

"I just came to my daughter-in-law. Xu Fugui stretched out his hand and pointed to the urn, "You don't have to be nervous. ”

The man on the opposite side nodded silently, then turned sideways slightly, and was out of the way.

In fact, where is there a road on the mountain, or it can be said, there are roads everywhere, after all, this is not the location of the broken arm cliff, nor is it a road in Huashan, but this sideways action can be regarded as a gesture, that is, you go.

His name is Chu Xiwen, a bigwig-level listener in Guangxi, and Guangxi is now a bigwig-level listener, so when Xu Fugui came here from Yunnan, he sensed it, and then followed.

It's like when a stranger comes to your house, as the owner of the place, you don't have to rush to beat him out with a stick, but you have to at least keep an eye on him.

Xu Fugui nodded and continued to walk, but Chu Xiwen did not follow again, and the other party's gaze, that is, his divine sense, did not continue to follow him.

Xu Fugui is actually not from Guangxi, but the most important years of his life were spent in Guangxi, where he cut the queue, got married here, and had his two children here.

Getting married and having children, one of the two most important things in life is done here, and therefore, here, for Xu Fugui, there is a feeling that is difficult to give up.

The dilapidated countryside has become a small town at this time, and I have to say that the changes are huge, Xu Fugui slowly walked on the evening street with an urn in one hand.

It's only seven o'clock now, and the street is still very lively, but Xu Fugui finds that he can't get back his original feeling.

I still remember that my wife once came here with a cloth ticket and hard-earned wages, and after the new cloth was pulled back, the wife would definitely hold herself first, and her own set of new clothes was a must, even if the two sons had to settle a little first, as for herself, she rarely bought any new clothes for herself even if the conditions were good later.

Good food, good drink, good clothes, daughters-in-law are clinging to themselves, this rural girl, she has recognized this death all her life, in that era, she can actually feel that it is a very honorable thing for her to marry an intellectual, it is she who occupies Xu Fugui's light, Xu Fugui married herself, for Xu Fugui, it is a grievance.

So she tried her best to be good to herself, to be good to herself in every way, so good that even if the people in the village were scolding Xu Fugui for being a lazy man, she didn't care, she still continued to serve her own man.

Perhaps, it is precisely for this reason that Xu Fugui, who has redeveloped again in the future, has still not divorced his wife after countless wars between heaven and man, people's hearts, after all, are long in flesh, you say this woman is stupid, she is really stupid, stupidly only knows that she is good to herself, but if you want to say that she is smart, she is indeed smart, she is so good to herself, she really can't let go of her.

Walking all the way, walking slowly, walking gently, Xu Fugui looked at the urn in his hand, in his memory, he seemed to have never gone shopping with his wife,

Now

It's kind of shopping, right?

As soon as he thought of this, Xu Fugui smiled,

He feels that he is a little pretentious and hypocritical now, these are all the episodes of the bitter love scenes in the TV series, but it is only now that Xu Fugui really understands that life is actually more like a TV series than a TV series.

Squatting down silently, Xu Fugui felt a little tired of walking,

He sat down on the asphalt road,

Pedestrians and merchants on the side of the road did not seem to see the middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the road.

Slowly, Xu Fugui seemed to think of something, and then, he saw a boy riding a bicycle hit him directly, Xu Fugui didn't dodge, and the boy didn't dodge.

But the other party passed directly over him, and then continued to ride.

Xu Fugui's lips twitched a few times,

He remembered the way the bigwig-level listener in Guangxi looked at him in the mountains before,

The other party should know himself, after all, when the other party went to the place of enlightenment, he had seen himself.

so

Why did he keep staring at himself just now?

Xu Fugui spread out his other palm, gently touched his face, and smiled bitterly,

He understood, he understood completely,

"Huh............ Originally............ I'm dead............ It's true...... It's really dead............"

When he realized that he was dead, Xu Fugui's body began to slowly dissipate.

Such a person, even if he is dead, he thinks that he is not dead, he can still do a lot of things, but once he realizes that he is dead,

It's all irretrievable.

Xu Fugui felt like he had touched something at this time,

But then, he was relieved again, and with the last bit of strength, he opened the urn.

"Daughter-in-law, let's go together. ”

The ashes in the urn began to fly, accompanied by the brilliance of Xu Fugui's dissipation,

Intertwined, lingering,

At last

Dissipate completely,

Everything, everything,

At that time, it was just ordinary.