Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 15: New commission! A person worthy of respect!

Residential building at the end of the alley.

In front of the gate of "The Last Wish Company".

A young man, holding a cane with one hand and an empty trouser leg swinging in the wind, stared blankly at the facade in front of him.

The young man looked less than thirty years old, but there was a terrifying scar on his face, and his expression was ashen, as if he had just suffered a serious blow.

But after seeing the words "Last Wish Company" hanging on the facade, expectations flashed in his eyes.

"Man proposes, God disposes."

"Whatever is thick will wither, and what is shallow will often become deep."

Two door couplets were placed in front of him, and he looked at the banner above.

"This world is full of suffering..." the young man murmured, with a complicated expression.

Standing outside the store, hesitating for a moment, the young man gritted his teeth and seemed to have made up his mind.

He held up the crutches with one hand and placed it on the first step. He raised the other leg with difficulty and tried to walk up the steps.

It can be seen that he is not very skilled in using crutches. It takes nearly half a minute to walk up one step.

But the young man worked hard and walked upward with all his strength, as if he wanted to prove himself.

A full five or six minutes passed.

The young man finally crossed the threshold.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and looked into the store.

The simple decoration and various books on the bookshelves add a bookish aroma to the store.

The log table in the middle and the two Taishi chairs add to the antique feel.

Looking to the side, he immediately saw a man wearing a black windbreaker, standing with his back to him.

Knock knock knock——

The young man gently knocked on the door and shouted in a strong but weak voice.

"Hello."

"Are you the boss here?"

The next moment, the man in a black trench coat turned around with a smile on his face; "Exactly."

Seeing the face of the man in black, the young man was stunned.

After he saw the door of the Last Wish Company, walked into the house, and looked at the displays and decoration style, he thought that the boss was older and a young man.

But now it seems that he was wrong. The boss is actually so young, and may even be almost the same as himself.

Especially the black windbreaker the boss wears always gives him a very mysterious illusion.

"My name is Zhang Ye, and I am the boss of this last wish company."

"Excuse me, are you here to entrust your last wish?" Zhang Ye was stunned, quickly put aside his surprise, and took a few steps forward to help the young man.

The young man said "Thank you", and with Zhang Ye's support, he slowly moved to sit on the Taishi chair.

Zhang Ye sat opposite him.

"Can you really help people fulfill their last wishes?" Before Zhang Ye could speak, the young man asked first.

Zhang Ye took his time, poured him a cup of tea, and said with a smile: "Yes, the Last Wish Company helps people in need realize their last wishes."

"Of course, we won't do things like resurrecting in situ or doing things that go against our principles." Zhang Ye added.

The young man said "Oh" and nodded without saying anything.

It looked like he was weighing something.

Zhang Ye squinted his eyes, looking at the shocking scars on the young man's face, as well as the vague and upright aura on his body, and asked curiously: "Are you a soldier?"

The young man was stunned again, astonishment flashed in his dark eyes, but he soon calmed down.

There was no answer. The young man just subconsciously looked down at his empty trouser legs and smiled bitterly.

Zhang Ye said with a professional smile: "What do you call me?"

The young man raised his head: "My surname is Wang, and the single character is Yang."

Zhang Ye nodded: "Mr. Wang Yang, how can I help you?"

The words fell.

His words seemed to have fallen into disgrace, and Wang Yang did not respond.

Zhang Ye is not in a hurry.

Wang Yang has been hesitating since he came in, Zhang Ye can see it.

Unlike Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao only wanted to fulfill his last wish and wanted his friends, children, relatives, etc. to think that he had a mysterious past and identity and not to look down on him.

But Wang Yang, who was sitting opposite him, never gave Zhang Ye this feeling.

"You...can you really help us?" Wang Yang hesitated again and again, leaning forward, looking at Zhang Ye expectantly.

"Us?" Zhang Ye muttered in his heart.

But the expression on his face did not change: "Please tell me the specific situation first, and I will determine whether it can be completed based on what you said."

"Alas." Wang Yang sighed and lowered his head slightly: "You are right. I am indeed a soldier. You have also seen that one of my legs is missing. It was blown off while performing a mission. Now I have retired. Already..."

Hearing this, Zhang Ye felt a sense of respect in his heart.

Soldiers are a being that is both close and far away from ordinary people.

Soldiers defend the country and the people. They are the people's last line of defense.

It is precisely because of the existence of soldiers that ordinary people can live and work in peace and contentment now, and can also enjoy the prosperity of singing and dancing today.

But the soldiers themselves are very dangerous.

In peacetime, it is inevitable to go out to perform tasks.

And when you perform a mission, you may be separated from your family... forever.

"Things got better six years ago. At that time, our entire company was transferred to a mountain to garrison by our superiors. At that time, because we were stationed outside, we relied on our good relationship with the company commander and being veterans, so we could relax a little bit. .”

Wang Yang's eyes showed reminiscence, and his expression became longing.

Zhang Ye listened patiently without interrupting.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Yang continued: "There were a total of six people in our dormitory at that time. Because the management was loose and we were stationed on the mountain, there was no good food. There was no meat or fish all year round, and there was no oil or water. So, we sometimes sneak down the mountain to improve the food.”

"At that time, there happened to be an old man pushing a noodle stall at the foot of the mountain, selling Yangchun noodles. The Yangchun noodles cooked by the old man were really delicious. Even if you can't even see any oil in them, it was delicious! It was so delicious!"

As soon as he mentioned what he was happy about, Wang Yang's expression showed a hint of shame.

"But we didn't have cash at that time. Soldiers didn't have any cash in their hands. We put it all in our cards. When the old man at the noodle stall saw that we were soldiers, he let us pay on credit. We had no choice but to I can get it on credit."

"Later, we were stationed there for 5 years. For 5 years, because we were all orphans and had no family, we could not go out during the period. During that period, the six of us ate a lot of bowls of noodles from the old man and also paid for them on credit. A lot of accounts have been paid..."

Having said this, tears appeared in Wang Yang's eyes.

"But later, we received an emergency order and suddenly had to go somewhere to perform a mission, so we left that day and night."

"The mission was very severe and dangerous. In the end... in the end, we had less than 50 brothers left in our company... and the others... all died in the battle."

Hearing this, Zhang Ye took out a piece of paper, handed it to Wang Yang, and sighed: "My condolences."

"Thank you." Wang Yang wiped the tears from his eyes.

"well."

Sighing again, Wang Yang said in a hoarse voice, like a lump in his throat: "The guys who ate noodles with me also died in the battle. Before they died, they told me that I must find the old man selling noodles. , let me pay him back all the money I have owed for so many years."

"We can't, we can't eat the old man's support for so many years in vain."

At the end of the story, this strong man, who had never shed a tear even after his leg was blown off, was already sobbing.

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