Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 334 Burial

A huge black umbrella stood not far away. Under the black umbrella, a few men in overalls gathered together. Seeing them coming, the leading man ran closer, pointing to the deep hole in the middle of the crowd and asked, "Guests Take another look? It's about to be nailed."

  The fool asked hurriedly, "there is..."

  Half of talking, I can't continue.

  The man nodded, "The girl next to me."

  Dao Chang thought for a while, and led them to the pit.

   Different from Xiaolan, there is only a small white porcelain box in the coffin.

   is right, even if they die, they have to become dust in the box.

  Dao Chang gave a slight bow to the man, "Trouble you guys."

  Close the coffin lid.

   Xiaolan stared at the two tombstones next to each other. On the tombstones were two strange names and two familiar faces.

  The pineapple in the photo still has a gentle and bright smile, and the maple syrup's expression is a bit vague and serious, exactly the same as their usual appearance.

   Xiaolan remembered how pineapple poked Maple Sugar on his forehead and disliked him.

   "I'll hit you again when I sleep!..."

   Xiaolan smiled lightly, but soon the smile disappeared.

  Qin Yin looked at the two on the tombstone with weird eyes, hugged Xiaolan, and said nothing.

  The soil was mixed with raindrops floating in from outside the umbrella, and it was wet. Several men formed a circle and shoveled the soil into the pit and landed on the coffin, making a crackling sound.

   Xiaolan cried suddenly.

  Qin Yin looked down at her and squeezed her shoulder.

  Baomu's eye circles are also red, muttering, "Xiaolan..."

   Xiaolan pointed to the pit that was gradually being filled, "Is the maple sugar buried in the mud like this?"

  She sobbed loudly, wiping tears with both hands, but the tears seemed to be unstoppable, dripping down like rain.

  The fool turned his head back, opened his mouth slightly, and blinked his eyes vigorously.

   Seeing Xiaolan cry, the men stopped their movements and looked at her at a loss.

   "Everyone," the Taoist chief raised his hand gently, "Quick, please hurry..."

  A few people slumped their heads and then buried their heads, and a few others squinted at Xiaolan, as if they had never seen anyone cry in front of the grave.

   "What to look at!" Xiaolan cried and cried, "I'm a kid, can't I cry?"

  The pit was quickly filled.

  Finally is the brick falling.

  When the marble slab slammed on the soil, Xiaolan's tears stopped suddenly.

  Maple sugar became the same thing as the other graves in this cemetery.

  But, he is finally like a pineapple.

  When she walked out of the cemetery, Xiaolan blew his nose vigorously. The old man in the cemetery sent them back to the door, and looked at Xiaolan, whose face was swollen from crying, and laughed.

   "This kid, you can."

   Xiaolan threw the paper into the trash can that the old man kicked over, and asked dumbly, "What can you do?"

  "You kid, you can cry loudly when you cry, and you can take that little golden bead back after you figure it out. It's very transparent and clear, and you can live a good life."

   "I don't understand," Xiaolan wiped his face at last, rubbing the mud on his hands all over his face, "Why does it take so much effort when people come, and when they leave, they leave so easily?"

  The rain stopped slowly.

  Sometimes there will be a few raindrops flying on a few people.

  The old man stopped and looked at the sky.

   "Very good, the rain stopped."

   Xiaolan also raised her head and rubbed her eyes.

"Children," the old man lowered his head and propped his umbrella on the ground, "That's because when people come, everyone is happy, no matter how hard they are, they are also happy, when people go, everyone is sad, no matter how simple, they are sad. "

  Xiaolan nodded as if he did not understand.

   "The old man is here, now, your car is parked in front of this road, go, the old man goes back to the house and sleeps."

  Dao Master said "Thank you" towards the old man's back. The old man waved his hand, didn't look back, swayed his umbrella, and left slowly.

  At the door of Jasmine’s villa, Luo Jiutian and Jasmine were chatting about something. When they saw a car driving into the lane in front of the courtyard, they shut up and silently waited for them to get off.

  Molly was a little nervous.

  What if Liao Yilan cries?

  Do you want to comfort her? Does it seem hypocritical? Or do you make a joke to make her happy? But I feel that only people with bad brains will do this.

   "Yo!" Luo Jiutian raised his hand to greet them, and said with a hippie smile, "Wow! The little girl's face was crying and swollen hahahaha!..."

With an expression of "Your brain is not good," Jasmine pushed him away with an elbow, looked at Xiaolan whose face was really swollen, held back for a while, and said, "The rice is ready. Today I made meatloaf, you are not Do you like meatloaf?"

   "It's great," Xiaolan grabbed her hand, "It just so happened that I was hungry."

   Jasmine blinked, a little puzzled.

  It looked like she had cried, but she didn’t feel very sad.

   "I have fed the rabbit too..."

   "Oh, is it full?"

   "Huh? I just fed two carrots. So, is it because it followed me and bit my trousers because it was not full? Does the normal rabbit eat so much?"

  When eating, the rabbit sat in Xiaolan's arms and ate a lot with them.

  After the meal, Xiaolan wandered back to the room, flipped through her clothes, and found the boundary marker badge.

  Dao Master personally made it, each of them has one.

   "The pineapple has now reached the boundary marker," the Taoist chief's voice suddenly sounded behind him, "She should already know."

  Xiao Lan turned her head and glanced at the long road, her thin shoulders slumped down, "Dao Master, why is there a boundary monument in this world?"

  Dao paused for a few seconds, "Isn’t it great to have a second chance?"

   "But if there is no boundary marker, pineapple and maple syrup can be together."

  "Don't you like the boundary monument?" The Taoist leader did not answer, and asked, "Don't like... Do you want to start again?"

   "If I die, I still hope I can just go," Xiaolan shook his head, "What a pity, I don't want to remember, I want to start again."

  Boundary Monument looked at them.

  The boundary monument can't speak.

  For a long time, the Taoist chief’s voice floated gently like a gust of wind.

   "Your decision is ours."

  ***

  Dream.

  Xiaolan knew that she was dreaming.

  She walks in the old alley of Wenjing alone.

  The bustling people around are all passing people, all strangers.

   Xiaolan walked along the alley.

  It's raining, and the light rain hits the stone road, and the rain drips down the eaves, pattering and splashing.

  The little girl holding the flower basket stopped in front of Xiaolan.

  In the flower basket, there are clumps of snow-white flowers.

   "Sister, do you want to buy a magnolia flower?" The little girl's voice was also like the sound of rain, "Fresh magnolia flowers can be fragrant. Give it to mother. Don't put it on mother's button. It looks good."

   Xiaolan saw that she raised her hand.

   "I want three magnolia flowers."

  She took three magnolia flowers and walked along the alleys.

  Passers-by are getting fewer and fewer.

  Gradually, there is no more.

In front of   , there is a familiar figure.

   "Xiaolan."

   "Sister Xiaoyin," Xiaolan asked the figure, "Why are you here?"

   "I'm waiting for you."

   "Sister Xiaoyin, give you a magnolia flower."

   Xiaolan took two magnolia flowers and walked along the alley.

In front of    is a grey stone stele.

  Behind the stele is a smiling pineapple.

   "Sister Pineapple, give you a magnolia flower."

   "Thank you Xiaolan, it's so beautiful."

   "Sister Pineapple, you have to laugh all the time, okay?"

   "Xiaolan, I love Xiaolan very much, don't Xiaolan know?"

   Xiaolan nodded, "I know."

   "I will wear this flower and wait for you here," Pineapple pinned the flower behind her ear, "Don't be sad, I won't leave."

   Xiaolan held a magnolia flower and walked along the alley.

  Go and go.

  Don't put it on your mother's button, the beautiful magnolia flower.

  She walked and walked.

  Hold the last magnolia flower.

  ——End of "Dead School"——

  　The second story is over. So far, a story is almost 300,000 words long, and it is indeed a bit long. Next, I will try to simplify the content of the story and try to let everyone see a richer and more beautiful story! Thank you for your continued support. Every word I write is the result of the strength you have brought to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Persevere, love, and work hard!

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