Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 26: Today, I’m here to see my child off!

Xingfu City, No. 1 Hospital.

In the intensive care unit, Wang Yang's eyes were half-open, and even with an oxygen mask on, his breathing became weak.

Just relying on this breath, he was always holding on.

He was unwilling to leave like this. He hadn't seen the funerals of his comrades, he hadn't seen them resting in peace, let alone the old man selling noodles, and the beautiful funeral prepared by Boss Zhang.

How could he die! How could he leave willingly!

Ding dong——

At this moment.

The cell phone on the table rang.

The soldier who was always ready on the side quickly picked up his mobile phone. When he saw the video call invitation on the mobile phone screen, he answered it without hesitation, and then put it in front of Wang Yang.

"Wang Yang, can you hear me?"

"Today, your comrade-in-arms will be buried. Don't worry, we are here." The troop representative's tone was serious, and his voice reached Wang Yang's ears through his mobile phone.

At this moment, when Wang Yang heard this, he just nodded slightly.

This is the maximum action he can do now.

"The funeral is about to start. You...you must finish watching and hold on." The troop representative said solemnly, and obvious choking could be heard.

Wang Yang did not answer and could not answer.

His eyes just looked at the screen of his mobile phone. What appeared on it were the coffins of his five comrades, as well as the five tombstones with their names engraved on them and black and white photos hung on them.

In his eyes, these are the only things that exist.

squeak——

squeak——

At this moment, a strange voice came from the mobile phone screen.

The sound was like the rusty gears of a broken car, like the sound of an old house swaying in the wind and rain, or the sound of a twilight old man breathing like a broken bellows when he was dying.

Then, the corner of the screen.

An old man was struggling to drag a dilapidated stall truck. Every time he took a step, the stall truck would make a "squeaking" sound.

It seems to be whining, crying, and remembering.

On the stall cart, in addition to condiments and hot pots.

Six bowls of noodles were also placed in order.

However, five of the bowls of noodles lost their heat, leaving only the last bowl with a little bit of heat left.

When he saw the old man and the stall, Wang Yang, who was lying on the hospital bed, his half-open eyes suddenly widened, his breathing became rapid, and his hands that were almost unable to move were trembling slightly.

The old man who let him and his comrades eat noodles for several years but never asked for money actually appeared at the funeral of his comrades!

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Funeral scene.

squeak——

squeak——

At the same time, the sound also echoed in the memorial garden.

The farewell team was all attracted by the sound and looked at it one after another.

"Isn't that the old man we saw outside? How did he get in?" Jackson raised his hand curiously and pointed at the old man, asking in confusion.

The lieutenant colonel officer heard Jackson's words and looked in the direction pointed by the latter's finger, and couldn't help being stunned.

"The old man...why did he come in?" The lieutenant colonel frowned.

The major officer on the side was also confused: "The direction he came from... seems to be heading here."

"Could it be that... this old man deliberately set up a stall here today?" Another major officer murmured suspiciously.

The lieutenant colonel narrowed his eyes and stared at the old man dragging the stall truck.

I saw the old man dragging a dilapidated stall truck, one step at a time, towards the five coffins and five tombstones.

As soon as they came to the small road, the old man and the stall were stopped by a soldier.

"Old man, we are holding a hero's farewell ceremony here, and this is not a place to set up a stall... You, please go back quickly." The soldier reminded in embarrassment, still holding the tip of the bayonet tightly with one hand. Afraid of pricking the old man.

"I'm here to see you off, too." The old man was not angry, and murmured to himself with a smile on his lips.

Hearing this, the soldier was stunned.

Is this old man here to see him off too?

But today, only these five heroes of the military region were buried. I have never heard of anyone else holding a funeral.

The most important thing is that this is a memorial garden. How could anyone hold a funeral here?

Could it be that...this old man...

"What's wrong?"

Just at this time.

The lieutenant colonel stepped forward, looked at the old man, and then at the soldier.

"This old man said...he, he also came to see him off." The soldier reported truthfully.

When the lieutenant colonel heard this, he was suddenly startled.

The story the old man told just now is vivid in my mind.

The old Taoist priest who set up the noodle stall, and the six children who went to eat noodles and always got credit.

"Old man... you... you are..." The lieutenant colonel stared at the old man with wide eyes, the words stuck in his throat.

I saw the old man raised his head, the wrinkles on his face piled up in one place because of his smile.

There was a smile on his lips, with few teeth left, and his eyes were slightly squinted. The place he looked at was not the lieutenant colonel, but the five tombstones behind him.

"That old Taoist priest is an old man."

As he spoke, two lines of tears slid down the old man's cheeks.

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