Chapter 3 Hate!

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Ding You was stunned: "Who are you?"

"Didn't you say don't answer my phone randomly!"

"Aren't you taking a shower? I'll pick it up for you."

Such a dialogue between men and women came from the phone.

Ding You was dumbfounded and stood there with his eyes straight.

The phone on the opposite side also calmed down.

After a long time, a girl's voice came from the microphone: "Worry? Is that you?"

"Who is that man? Is it Wang Qiang or him?" Ding You felt that he was about to turn into a devil. His hair was upright, and his blood vessels propped up the skin on his forehead. He roared hoarsely. Wang Qiang was his good friend, a good friend who grew up together, and a good friend he had never seen in a year.

The other side of the phone was silent. After a long time, the male voice sounded: "Ding, Juan Juan and I have been good for a long time. You only know your current situation. You won't be happy with you, will you..."

Before the other party finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly. Ding You's mobile phone screen flashed and blackened weakly.

The power is out.

"Fuck you!" Ding You Deli roared loudly, threw his mobile phone on the ground fiercely, kept kicking it with his feet, stepping on it, picked up the bricks on the roadside and smashed it hard. Until the mobile phone had turned into a pile of small scum-like objects, the exhausted Ding You completely softened, and the final expectation turned into glass fragments all over the ground, in his heart The last line of defense completely collapsed, and Ding You, who was lying on the ground, cried bitterly and cried loudly.

Kka! A lightning flashed over Ding You's head, and then the thunder of the earthquake rolled over.

The sky finally couldn't suppress such heavy sadness. With Ding You's childlike crying, a bean-sized rain grain hit the back of Ding You's head fiercely through the clouds, and then the heavy rain poured...

Then there was the figure of a man and a woman, white teeth, and a thong heartbeat... Ding You thought it was just a dream later. No, it's better to be a dream all yesterday...

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Ding You just went back to reality after a trance.

The fat woman in the window of the office was still covered with grease, but the snow-white handkerchief next to her had turned black. Seeing Ding You put her mother on the long seat in the hall, she howled like a pig through the glass window and said, "Alas! The dead man was carried to the morgue behind the building. Why did he carry it in? It's so bad luck!"

Ding You didn't change his clothes at this time. Last night, he was caught in the rain all night and soaked in the mud for the middle of the night. His face was surprisingly pale, and there was a gloomy dead air all over his body. He slowly turned his head and looked at the fat woman with a greasy face. Although the fat woman swirled in the dead every day, she had the courage He couldn't practice it. At this time, he was immediately swept down by Ding You's cold and lifeless eyes. His sharp voice seemed to have been castrated, and there was no movement after howling.

Ding You ignored her. He picked up her mother's body and walked straight to the morgue behind. On the way, when he passed the urn showroom, the box salesman was secretly looking at Ding You and found that Ding You didn't even look at her.

The woman exhaled. This time, she didn't make a net profit of 500 yuan. Although selling an urn earns much more than this, it always makes people feel that she has taken advantage of it in the bottom of her heart. She can't help but be happy.

Then he looked at the sloppy and dirty Ding You, and the wheat milk essence box sandwiched in Ding You's arm. The box salesman couldn't help skimming the corners of his mouth and looked at Ding You's back with a contemptuous face. He didn't know what he was thinking.

The normal access should be from the outside of the building to the back of the building, and then send the body to the morgue, but Ding You is not familiar with this process. In addition, he is in a hazy and vague state at this time, and his actions seem to be dominated by the subconscious, so he chose the most direct road and passed through the funeral home building from behind. The door came out and went straight to the morgue.

He put his mother on a cold cart in the morgue. The guard wearing a mask in the morgue lost a number plate to Ding You, and pushed the body into the inner room.

Watching his mother gradually walk into the hut, he couldn't stop trembling as his eyes could no longer be touched by his mother Ding You. The mood that had been completely separated from him instantly returned to his body, and Ding You slowly sat down to the ground.

"No. 37." I don't know how long it took for the sound to come out of the mask.

Ding You stood up excitedly and looked blankly at the guard wearing a mask.

"Go in and take a look again to confirm. Where's the urn? Give it to me."

Ding You slowly handed over the rusty wheat milk essence box in his arm.

The caretaker was stunned and hesitated. He looked at Ding You's clothes and an unhealthy face. Suddenly, he reached out and took over the wheat milk essence box and patted Ding You on the shoulder sympathetically and said, "Look at it again. If you have money, you have to change it to a good one."

Gently patted twice, it seemed that a warm current rushed into Ding You's body in an instant. He needed to be comforted now, even if it was just the pity of others. Tears flowed out along the corners of Ding You's eyes, making his cold skin red.

Ding You nodded heavily and went into the morgue.

It didn't take long for Ding You to come out of the morgue. He had to come out. The cremation was about to begin, and his mother had been pushed into the 'house'.

With a faint black smoke coming out of the high dark chimney, Ding You collapsed in an instant, and tears and snot couldn't help flowing out. His mouth was so wide that he almost suffocated. Sad crying was sometimes silent...

The rusty wheat milk essence box was placed in front of Ding You, gently touching the still warm iron sheet. It seemed that the mother used her last body temperature to warm the abandoned child in the world. Tears ticked on the iron box, hitting Ding You's sad heartstrings. Zi seemed to be responding to Ding You, getting warmer and warmer, wrapping Ding You's whole body.

Ding You couldn't afford to keep the ashes, and he couldn't afford the cemetery at that price, so he had to leave with the wheat milk essence box with his mother's ashes.

But before leaving, he wanted to get back the hard-earned money left by his mother.