The bedroom door opened, and Jesus walked out. His face was flushed and sweating, and his eyes were scanning to the left and right.

The people waiting outside the door suddenly gathered around: "How is it?" ”

"Don't worry. I'll be back later...... She had just drunk some wine. ”

"I thought you convinced her and agreed!" Lilia was a little annoyed; She always wants her wish to come true right away.

"She'd like to have another drink now." Jesus smiled wryly.

"What does this mean? Are you kidding? Everyone looked at each other, not understanding whether Jesus, who had always been unsmiling, was joking.

"No, it's not a joke." Jesus dropped these words and hurried away.

After Jesus left, Jones was in a groggy state, occasionally catching his breath.

Jones could actually hear everything that was happening around him, but it seemed far, far away.

She would love to tell the people around her that everything is fine and that there is no need to worry; But the side of her mouth seemed to be wrapped around a scarf, and the more tightly it was wrapped, she wanted to raise her hand to take the scarf off, but found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't let her hand lift, not even a finger could do it.

"Ghost press?" Jones was still conscious, and that had happened occasionally before. It usually occurs after high-intensity exercise.

At the same time, he was shocked by a new feeling.

He felt as light and illusory as a cloud, either black or white, 'There is only black and white in this world, it's like walking in a black and white film;

It's just that this film is so bad, black is not pure black, white is not pure white, everything is made up of gray shades.

But there's nothing wrong with that. It was something he had dreamed of moving around like this for months, and he was very happy.

A gray road, where is this road? As if familiar, but unable to remember where, he caught a glimpse of some familiar shadows, some of them in stiff outlines, others in the shape of human bodies.

He saw his old sister again, this is... She finally saw that her Iron Sister --- Mary.

She was still the same as when she was young, with an elegant demeanor and a noble temperament, and she seemed to see herself, because she opened her arms and wanted to embrace herself.

When he saw Mary, Jones was satisfied, huh? Jones was surprised to find that two more people appeared from behind Maria, one was Liu Ling, and the other... Wait, Jones's consciousness suddenly came to his senses---Ganedoo? How did she end up here? Could it be that the old sister Ganidoo is also dead?

Jones had feared it would be a dream or an illusion, but now he was free from that ethereal worry.

The latter apparently recognized himself as well, and thought that Liu Ling and Ganidu had agreed to make a gesture of welcome, and Jones saw them walking towards him.

What's going on? Jones suddenly felt --- his hand was being held and leaned against a warm, damp place. It's all too real: no, it's not a dream, that's what is happening.

Jones struggled to open his eyes, and with a lot of exertion, he focused his gaze on a face full of tears.

"Aunt Jones, Aunt Jones!" Liu Ni kept calling, putting her hand to her face, and her two hands kept stroking her hand.

Suddenly, Jones said in a very clear voice, "Nizi, my child, my aunt is leaving. ”

The smile slowly solidified on Jones's face, and his eyes slowly closed.

My aunt died, Liu Ni thought. She touched Jones' hand; It's empty, and the pulse is gone.

"Alyosha, turn that off, Jones is dead." Liu Ni whispered to the young nurse, but it was so quiet that no one could hear her.

"Hey, Jones is dead." She repeated it again, again in a low voice. The door opened, and Lilia walked in.

"Jones is dead." Liu Ni tells Lilia that everyone finally hears it.

"Already dead?" Everyone was immediately plunged into great grief and anguish, for Jones had promised her that she would live forever, but now she had died prematurely, breaking that promise.

Mani closed the door with the three young, muscular men, and their emaciated boss, and stayed in the bedroom;

If Jones could open his eyes at this time, he would have made fun of this funny quartet, they were tall and strong in funny dresses and ridiculous hats.

As for Mani, his face was even more aggrieved--- they were booked for them by their ancestors before their deaths.

The quartet was hurrying through preparations for the funeral when two young men pulled out a huge black plastic bag from a box, like the kind of garbage bags that line the streets every morning;

The two of them split by two, and Jones slid smoothly into the plastic bag, as if he were filling a shopping bag.

The coffin was prepared a long time ago, the first time was golden silk nanmu, this coffin was when Jones was on earth, Jones thought Liu Ling's coffin was good, and prepared it for herself, although she was still very young at that time.

The second floor is luxurious--- all diamonds, of course, readers may remember that when they came across a diamond vein, they really couldn't find what to do with these diamonds, so the three of them prepared a diamond coffin for themselves.

Gannedoo's one, which she took away back then; Mary's was used by herself a few years ago, and now, she is also playing a role.

In fact, there is another one that feels tacky and has been abandoned by them, that is, gold, when it left the earth, there was too much gold left, and it was reluctant to throw it away, so it was made into a golden coffin. Because, apart from making a coffin, they also don't know what else to do.

"Stop, wait," Mani said at last, feeling something was wrong.

"What's wrong? Teacher. The other three were Mani's juniors, and when they heard Mani say this, they stopped what they were doing, not knowing what this master was going to say.

Mani said, "The old ancestor arranged for the four of us to carry the coffin of her old man, right?" ”

The three of them nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Do you know how the old ancestor arranged it?" Mani said, looking at the huge coffin inside and outside, tears were about to fall, of course, this tear was not to grieve the death of the ancestor, but to grieve his own shoulder, "She, her old man let us carry it on our shoulders... And... ”

"And what?" The other three also felt the seriousness of the matter.

"We still have to dance while walking......"

The funeral was scheduled to take place at 3 p.m. three days later. Three days later, from ten o'clock in the morning to three o'clock in the afternoon, the rest room in the funeral hall was full of people, and Jesus recited all the best words in a low, loud voice.

As the last echoes of Jesus' voice faded into the sad air, Liu Ni took from him a square cloth bag containing some clay, a white ribbon with scripture on it, and a replica of a small icon to be placed in the coffin.

At the end of the hall stood a coffin stand, topped by a large open box shaped like a cologne. Inside the box lies a made puppet, lifelike, looking like a girl with long black hair.

Jones's burial place is another hill not far from Mary, about a hundred miles from each other, which Jones himself chose before his death.

The coffin is usually transported to the cemetery by a hearse by a service person. But Jones's request was for her disciples to take her to her resting place, and her own disciples scrambled to carry the coffin of their husband.

The white coffins were passed from hand to person, rocking dangerously back and forth like canoes over people's heads, leading to their final shelter.

When the last mile was gone, Mani and his three companions turned out to be the white coffin.

This coffin was the last one they had modified, and it was much smaller than the original one.

When Mani and the others, dressed in strange costumes, carried the coffin on their shoulders, and the four of them took strange steps neatly, the originally solemn crowd all let out a panicked cry, for fear that they would pay attention and drop the coffin on the ground.

Laying the coffins in order in the cemetery, Mr. Jesus hurried to attend the burial ceremony and dramatically directed the excavators to slowly lower the coffin as a sign of respect for his unusual client.

Liu Ni opened one of her embroidered purses and took out the bag of dirt. As she recited the words, she sprinkled the earth little by little on the coffin, like sprinkling salt into a soup.

"May her great name be exalted and proclaimed in this world, and be reborn again, and raise the dead to eternal life...... her voice was sad and high-pitched, but only Jesus understood the meaning of this ancient lament.

The prayers at the funeral continued, but soon ended. After that, those standing in the front begin to retreat from the cemetery, while those standing in the back begin to slowly move forward. The piles of flowers in front of the tomb gradually increased, until they were waist-high.

Everyone is starting to leave.

As they walked back through the cemetery, a column of black uniforms took on a sense of fluidity and climbed into small traffic vans one after another.

The guests were all there at once, and there was a large group of people; They were mostly Jones' students, but there were also people of other colors, and because there was not a large enough place, they had to limit the number of people--- they had to hold a vigil for Jones.

About fifty people sat at the table; The table was still made of planks and miscellaneous wood; The rest of the people walked around with their plates and glasses, as if they were at an American cocktail party. Strangely, such a crowded crowd inexplicably gives rise to a sense of emptiness.

People whispered expectantly at the table; There was no loud conversation in the room, no noise of one after another, only a monotonous and low sound, with the occasional clanging of glasses colliding against each other--- they were pouring wine.

At that moment, a robot appeared at the door, but it was the robot that had been by Jones's side to take care of her daily life and often push her around.

"Everybody listen!" The robot began to speak.

Everyone froze: what words would come out of the mouth of a machine, but certainly not a formal speech: "Everyone, listen!" These are the words that Jones Dyer asked me to bring to you! ”

Then Jones's clear, high-pitched voice rang out: "Boys, girls! My adorable kittens and bunnies! You are welcome to come to my funeral.

"I ask you only one thing, don't shed tears, don't cry, okay? Everything is fine, just like you do at any other party! ”

The women wept as if they hadn't heard Jones's plea, and several men joined themselves.

Jones seemed to be able to see them: "What's wrong with you people? Don't cry, I said it! Drink up! Cheers! Mr. Jesus, a toast to me! Little bean sprouts, turn off that nasty mourning, it's so ugly, dear! After a pause, Jones's voice rang out again: "Drink!" That would be a lot better! ”

"What's wrong with you guys? Don't cry, I said it! Drink up! Cheers! ”

"Drink it! That would be a lot better! ”

"Have you all drunk? I want each of you to get drunk and get drunk! Don't put on that sad face again, girls, boys, why don't you dance? Jump up. ”

"I want this to be a happy party and not a sad funeral. That's it, fuck the funeral, my funeral is my way. ”

People stood up and started drinking and didn't clink glasses with each other; The great sense of emptiness that accompanied Jones's death dissipated somewhat, filled with some form of deception.

Everyone was a little surprised: even if it was a deception, it was at least filled.

"I can't thank you, friends, because there is no such thanks," Jones continued, "and I have a reverent love for you, for all of you, especially the girls.

I'm even grateful for this damn Grim Reaper. If I hadn't been sick, I'd probably never have known how good you were.

No, that's stupid, I've always felt that way. I'd like to toast you. Respectfully, Nizi, hold on! Help me take care of the little ones. To you, Mani! Thank you, and you! Rogikova, I love you. Ivanka, thank you, cute little kitten, you took amazing pictures. Lyuda, Alisa, to each and every one of you. Boys, too! There's only one thing – I hope it's a joyful party. That's it, to hell with the rest. ”

As he spoke, his voice changed, and there was a slight rustle.

No one spoke, only the sound of whirring and panting.

No one was drinking, everyone stood quietly with their cups in hand, listening to the rapid breathing of the breathless people on the tape recorder.

Everyone pricked up their ears to hear something important, and Jones said, "All right, Chubby, let's stop recording." It was his usual tired voice, without the slightest pain or sadness.

There was a "click" and there was silence. The joy did not come immediately. It was too quiet for a moment. Jones, as usual, did something unusual.

She was alive three days ago, and then she died; And at this moment, she is in a strange position, the voice is still hers, and the person is not her. Everyone was shocked and saddened by this, even though they did not stop alcohol from working.

People came to the table, took plates, cups and went away, and came and left in droves.

The whole party gradually returned to its former vitality. A few people felt unwell and left first.

Niko and Lilia are also gone. Liu Ni is studying medicine, of course she knows that Jones is dying, and the pathology she shows is just a normal phenomenon when the human body reaches its limit, but she still can't do it if she shows joy.

For Lilia, it was purely uncomfortable, not adapted to a happy funeral.

Both have already made their decisions, just aren't sure if it's the right one.

But everything went wonderfully, and by morning, both of them realized that their years of singleness had not been in vain.

Liu Ni stood in her study, always feeling that something was wrong. Years of habit, everything that has been touched by oneself will be put back in its original position. Especially those paper documents, I am even more spare.

After leaving for dozens of days, the "Sick Universe" was not where it should have been.

Years of lonely life have made her prefer a quiet environment, this study is a quiet place specially opened for herself, except for herself, no one comes in, even Lilia, she has never come in.

"Senior sister, senior sister" Just when Liu Ni picked up the "Sick Universe" and wanted to return it to its original place, a hurried voice came from outside the door.

Liu Ni put the book on the table and hurriedly walked out.

The person who came was Chocolate, the Hun woman. Ever since her best sister Benny had stayed behind with her husband, Hamus, and had stayed in Ganidoo, the chocolate had been in constant contact with her.

"What's wrong, what's going on?" Seeing that Chocolate's face was anxious, Liu Ni asked.

"Hurry up, don't ask, come with me, get in the car and tell you." Chocolate pulled Liu Ni and got into the car.

After everyone sat down, Chocolate gave instructions to the car, and the car slowly rose into the air, and Liu Ni cast an inquiring glance at Chocolate.

"My granddaughter-in-law gave birth yesterday, you know?" Chocolate's face was joyful, but his words were still filled with anxiety.

"This is a happy event, congratulations, you are a grandmother again, why did you come to me in a panic, ask for a red envelope? If I don't say it sooner, I don't have it on me! Liu Ni thought to herself, how do I know if your grandson has a child, there are many grandchildren in the base, thousands of people, I touched my body, but there was nothing on my body.

"I'm looking for what kind of red envelopes you want, and it's those grandsons' business to ask you for red envelopes." Chocolate gently pushed Liu Ni and said, "My great-grandson is a little abnormal, aren't you studying medicine, ask you to help me see, is there something wrong?" ”

Liu Ni frowned and said, "No, every pregnant woman in the base has a health record, which can be said to be monitored all day." Besides, both of you are direct disciples, and there shouldn't be a genetic problem, if there is a problem, it will be discovered a long time ago. ”

"Anyway," said Chocolate...... Anyway, I can't tell, it's not normal anyway. ”