Zhang Jiaze was startled, the cry was faint, as if it was nothing, and after a few steps forward, the cry became clearer and clearer, and there were lights, figures and noises in front of him. He could be sure that the light was not from a candle, but from an electric lamp.

He followed the lights and voices, and was shocked to find that this was actually a funeral parlor. At this time, in an open space, a few canvases were erected, and in the center of the open space was a mourning hall, and there were many wreaths standing around the mourning hall, and many wreaths were placed in the clearing. The voices were noisy, and it was night, so no one noticed Zhang Jiaze at all.

Zhang Jiaze was looking around when he suddenly heard a man's voice from the loudspeaker:

"Ladies and gentlemen, please take a seat at once, the second round of dinner will start tonight, and it will start immediately!"

When Zhang Jiaze heard this, he instinctively followed the noisy crowd and walked towards the table.

No one asked him who he was, no one asked him where he was from, everyone just kept their heads down and ate.

This is the fullest meal Zhang Jiaze has eaten in a few months. Not only did he have a big bowl of rice, but also good fish, meat, and vegetables, Zhang Jiaze only hated why he only had a belly.

If this was in the past, he would definitely feel extremely disgusted and contemptuous of this kind of eating and drinking (especially eating and drinking of the dead in the cemetery), however, the stars have changed, and the times have changed, and today's Zhang Jiaze has no moral condemnation for this kind of eating and drinking.

When a person can't fill his belly, the sense of moral shame is naturally less obvious.

This time, he was really well fed and drunk. Zhang Jiaze, who was full of food and drink, was suddenly attracted by the crying from the mourning hall.

I was attracted because the cry was so miserable that it would make anyone cry when they heard it.

Heartbreaking, yes, this idiom is an appropriate description.

After people are full, they will always have more emotional needs.

Following the crying, Zhang Jiaze saw that in front of the mourning hall, a woman in her 40s was sitting on the ground with her buttocks, crying. Looking at this woman's very young appearance, could it be that it was her old parents who died?

Zhang Jiaze squeezed into the crowd and looked in the direction of the mourning hall through the gap, directly above the mourning hall, there was a very eye-catching portrait, the reason why it was eye-catching was because the portrait was a young girl who looked to be in her 20s.

Zhang Jiaze's heart was shocked, he didn't expect the deceased to be so young, what a pity!

Next, Zhang Jiaze learned some information from the woman's crying and the persuasion of others: this deceased girl has always been very good, just finished her doctorate from Harvard University, taught in a Chinese university with a high salary, and was found to have leukemia in less than half a year after she started working, and her family sold everything they could to save her life, but in the end she had to fail.

On a piece of paper on the side of the mourning hall, the girl's last words were written with a brush:

"Don't hate someone you've loved, don't ask for reasons for breaking up, don't waste your life. No matter how hard life is, in the end you will always find someone who makes you willing to be silly and silly. No one can bear all the sorrow for you, there will always be a time when you have to learn to grow up on your own. Turn around and make yourself happy, that's the truest thing. I thought I was scared of the moment of goodbye, but it turned out that I was just as scared of the reunion. ”

At that moment, Zhang Jiaze was like an initiation, and suddenly woke up. For many years, he has been calling himself a "writer", thinking that he is a senior writer who has practiced in the field of writing for about 20 years, and thinks that he is superior to others in terms of people and things, and has more insights than ordinary people, however, when he saw the last words written by this 28-year-old girl, he deeply understood: whether in writing or in life, he is too far behind this girl.

Zhang Jiaze suddenly thought of a sentence: "The today you have wasted is the tomorrow that those who died yesterday hope for." The present you hate is the future you can't go back to. He didn't know where he had seen it, but now he had a deeper understanding of it.

Yes, he was in a mess, although he knew that this state was wrong, but he was powerless to struggle to extricate himself from the quagmire of fate, until he inadvertently came to the funeral parlor on the outskirts of the city, and came to the mourning hall of this unknown girl, he found the strength to stand up again. In the funeral home, many people die every day, and many relatives cry here every day, people can't be resurrected after death, so many deaths, why can't a living person be a wake-up call?

Zhang Jiaze carefully read the girl's last words again, and confirmed that he remembered every word that the girl wrote before she died, and then he went to wash his hands, came to the mourning hall, and kowtowed respectfully to the mourning hall three times, his heart was solemn and solemn, and he said to the girl who smiled sweetly in the photo in his heart:

"Thank you, good girl, for bringing a dead man back to life."

Although he didn't know this girl, Zhang Jiaze decided to stay and keep a night of vigil. That night, in front of this girl's spirit, Zhang Jiaze only felt that there was a flood of power surging in his body, this power slowly gathered and expanded in his body, and when it was dawn, he felt that he had returned to the world from hell.

Although he has nothing, he has sound limbs, he has life, he has time, compared to the dead.

The morning sun erupted, shining on the coffins of young beings who had just passed away, and also on the souls of those who had just come out of hell alive.