Chapter 2 Freshman? Let's begin!

The eastern sky is gradually white, and the rain has long stopped. Just in autumn, the temperature in the early morning is a little low. The unknown wildflowers in the corner are struggling to sprinkle their seeds in the wind before they are yellow and dry. It won't take long for a new life to be born. Maybe this new life will have some of its father. It is a new ability that the mother does not have. It may be more able to resist the cold wind, or it may be more able to resist drought, and it may become stronger. Life is in such a cycle of cycles, growing and evolving until the day of the end of the world. .

When Ding You woke up again, the morning sun came through the cracks in the alley and turned into a small light belt on his face.

The pain all over his body was abnormal, and there was a sour pain in every pore. Ding You couldn't help humming gently.

Feeling the wet stickiness on his body, Ding You gave up the idea of sitting up. To be precise, he can't sit up at all now. All the organs on his body are there. Ding You can feel the soreness from these old friends, but he can't control them, just like his mother's departure, the dismissal of the company, and his girlfriend. Ding You can't do nothing about the betrayal of his friends and best friends.

Lying quietly in the muddy water, I don't know why his senses were surprisingly clear at this time. The birds on the trees in the distance were combing the feathers wet by the rain, the sound of hissing and pouring deep-fried dough sticks into the pot on the other street, the soft sound of the cat walking through the tile surface on the eaves, and even the buzzing flies on the garbage heap not far away. The sound of wings is so clear. You don't need to look at Ding You to know all this. Even the pictures are directly reflected in his mind. It is so clear that it is more shocking than what you can see with your own eyes. If the world used to be low-resolution mono video, now it is 1080p high-definition stereo, no, at least the shocking feeling of Dolby 8.1 channel.

However, Ding You didn't care about the world. No matter how beautiful it was, it had nothing to do with him, and he had no feeling about the sudden coming ** perception. His eyes stared blankly at the pure sky above his head. There were no clouds and nothing. It was as pure as a blue ocean, and everyone around him abandoned it. He, the world has abandoned him. No matter how beautiful the world is, what is there to miss? Ding You thought of death. Didn't I get bitten by something last night? By the way, it seems that my heart has been penetrated by a spike. Why am I not dead? Was it just a dream last night?"

Sadness surged up like a spring, and Dingyou was submerged in an instant. He wanted to ignore everything in the world forever and die like this, but a voice penetrated the sad closedness and appeared in Ding You's mind. "At least you should settle down your mother's ashes first."

"Yes, my mother's body has not been cremated at home. What if my mother dies? You can't let your mother be left at home like this.

Ding You sat up slowly. The pain just now did not decrease at all. He couldn't even move, but Ding You sat up like this, and it was such a wish to support him.

His eyes were still empty. Ding You walked slowly in the streets and alleys, stumbled like a hidden gentleman who had just finished taking drugs. With his pale face at this time, no one would doubt how much drugs he had just taken.

Ding You's father died of lung cancer three years ago. Unexpectedly, three years later, Ding You's mother also got the same disease. His father's serious illness not only emptied out all the family's savings but also carried tens of thousands of yuan in debt. For three years, the mother and son depended on each other for their lives. They finally paid off their debts more than ten days ago. Before they had time to celebrate, their mother's originally healthy body suddenly collapsed like a mountain.

Check, cancer!

My mother had no idea of seeing a doctor at all. She chose yesterday's day to step on the stool directly and hung herself on the roof beam that was not strong with the old rope for drying clothes. It's so simple. Ding You lost his relatives. The person who loved him the most in the world didn't leave a word, so he simply left.

Ding You knew that his mother, who believed in God, was afraid that her illness would drag down the family, so he chose such a dark road. But Ding You still couldn't forgive his mother. He felt that his mother abandoned him and abandoned him forever with a rope to cut off the mother-child relationship between them. Since it was a mother and son, why can't they bear it together?

The dilapidated simple wooden bungalow where his mother depended on him in the distance slowly appeared in front of him.

The bright red and dazzling words suddenly on the wooden wall stung Ding You's eyes fiercely. Ding You suddenly felt very funny and wanted to laugh. The world was too ridiculous. Yesterday morning, his mother left. After he spent a whole day completing the death certificate, he suddenly found that his mother worked hard for a generation. The 1,500 yuan left by Zi was not even enough to buy a urn. Then his job was gone, and then he found that his best friend from childhood lived with his girlfriend. Now it's good that even the only one that belongs to him, more than 20 square meters, will be demolished. It's so fucking funny, Ding Youzhi. I couldn't help laughing, and the laughter was particularly sad in this cold morning.

In laughter, Ding You pulled off the cordon around the door, which should be pulled up by the police after his mother hanged himself yesterday.

Facing the familiar mottled wooden door, Ding You calmed down and gently stroked the wooden door, as if he were stroking the beautiful life before yesterday, and gently opened the wooden door with a creak.

A familiar musty smell emanates from the door. This kind of wooden simple room will have this smell for a long time after the rain. For Ding You, this taste represents warmth and all the beauty.

The mother's body was covered with a piece of snow-white white cloth, which was clean from head to toe, just like the mother left after she left. Ding You closed the wooden door, and the fresh air was isolated from the outside after the rain. The room was the smell of the mother.

Ding You slowly sat next to his mother. He didn't have the courage to remove the white cloth on his mother's head. He still didn't dare to face all this.

The world seems to be quiet, and there seems to be only this hut left in the world, the numb child and his sleeping mother.

Tears dripping silently...

Dip-Dip-Dip-! An impatient sound of pressing the flute suddenly pulled Ding You out of the quiet world. Ding You felt that his emotions were torn apart, and there were bloody fresh muscles exposed on it.

Dong Dong Dong! There was an impatient and rough knock on the door.

"Is it your funeral car?"

Ding You suddenly lost his numbness. He ordered the funeral car by himself yesterday.

The wooden door opened with a squeak. What appeared in front of the bearded driver was a pale face without a trace of human color. This face was a pair of straight empty eyes. The driver could even feel the coldness from the face. The driver was shocked and stepped back a few steps from the bottom of his heart. The door is the body that should have been taken away today.

When it was clear that Ding You was indeed a living person, the driver asked impatiently, "Is your family dead?" It took so long to open the door?" He has also seen a few family members of the deceased with such a face. After all, ordinary relatives who have died in the family will not have a good face, unless the old man who left a large amount of property dies.

Ding You opened the door completely, and the driver hummed, "Hurry up, I have to pick up more than a dozen." After saying that, he stood in front of the car but did not walk away. After a long time, he saw that Ding You were indifferent. The driver frowned and said sullenly, "Young man, you have to smoke a box of Hantang cigarettes anyway!"

Ding You's eyes are still empty, and the driver knows that he is playing the piano to the cow. He scolded cleanly and got into the hearse, closed the door of the car, and roared impatiently, "Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Ding You returned to the house and gently picked up his mother's cold body. His mother's thin body seemed to become very light, without a trace of weight, and the snow-white list buried a life full of love.

Ding You carefully carried his mother's body into the hearse, put it into the coffin of the car, and then returned to the house to open the rusty wheat milk essence iron box on the wooden cabinet, poured out the miscellaneous inside, and took the iron box Ding You into the hearse.

With two sudden sounds, the hearse started. At this moment, there was only one road left in the world, which straight to the crematorium.

The driver in front kept muttering, and his mouth was full of dirty words. Every sound came into Ding You's ear. Although the driver and the spiritual room behind the car were completely separated, and there was a thick steel plate in the middle, the curse was still clear, and Ding You was numb.

The car suddenly bumped, and the mother in the coffin was almost turned out. Ding You quickly pressed his mother's body firmly. Ding You heard the driver's laughter, which was the driver's revenge for the lack of red envelopes.

The driver spit out of the window with thick phlegm, holding the steering wheel and muttering with a bad smile on his face: "It's a poor ghost to be alive and even poor to die. It's a poor ghost all my life. That's my life. Haha, look, I won't upset you to death. No, you told you to be a broken ghost in the underworld..." The driver saw the front There is another big ditch on the ground, which accelerates violently, and the mood soars to the peak of happiness with the rotation of the speedometer...

Dong! A huge metal hissing suddenly sounded in the driver's ear, shaking half of the driver's head. He was so scared that he subconsciously stepped on the brakes. The whole car drifted on the ground for a week before stopping on the road. Fortunately, there were no cars on this road, and there were no accidents.

The driver's back head was numb, and he felt that his ears seemed to be supported by something. The driver felt the coolness in his ear. The throat knot rolled up and down and swallowed his saliva. A pair of eyes slowly looked at his left ear, and an extra one came out next to his ear. Something, this thing was cold and just stuck to the ear expansion. As soon as he urinated, he soaked his crotch. He saw that the steel plate behind him, which was used to distinguish between the cab and the spiritual chamber, twisted and protruded forward with a long piece the size of a fist, which was more than ten centimeters long. The protruding front was in the shape of a fist, and the cold one that touched his ear. The Jinjin thing is exactly this prominent fist.

What force can smash a steel plate nearly a centimeter thick like this?

"Fraud, fraud, fraud..." The driver hit his lower teeth. The words of the corpse can't be spit out in his mouth. It is said that it is easy to encounter evil things in their industry, but he has been a veteran driver for decades. He has never encountered evil things, and he doesn't take the corpse as a thing for a long time. I didn't expect to encounter a hard stubble when I opened the foreign meat today. At this moment, there was a hot piece between his legs, and the smell in the narrow cab was steaming. His legs seemed to be cast on a chair and could not move at all.

"Drive!" Such two words came from the spiritual room. Clear, cold, unquestionable!

The driver got a layer of goose bumps on his body and did not dare to disobey at all. He subconsciously put his hand on the steering wheel, but his foot was too soft to step on the accelerator at all. Finally, he stepped on the brake foot on the accelerator and stomped the van and ran out.

Cold sweat rolled down the driver's forehead like a waterfall of a yellow fruit tree. The driver didn't know how his car drove into the crematorium. His mind was full of a fist-shaped deformed steel plate with his ears. He felt that the coolness from his ears had frozen half of his body, no It seems that even my consciousness is frozen.

With the brake sound of the hearse, Ding You slowly walked down with his mother holding the wheat milk essence iron box in his arm.

It was not until Ding You slowly walked into the funeral home that the driver's pupils were still shrinking. After a long time, the driver took a breath and came back to life. Suddenly, he felt that his ears were a little hot. He subconsciously reached out and touched it with blood. The driver was shocked and quickly looked into the reverse mirror. He was in the reversing mirror. I don't know when blood gushed out of his ears, which had dyed his shoulders red. No one can tell whether it was shaken by the loud noise just now or for other reasons. The driver shook his head and turned his eyes and fainted.

The inferior loudspeaker in the mourning hall is singing mourning music, and there are mourning everywhere. This sound is always the main theme of the crematorium. This sound evokes the unpleasant memories of Ding You when he came here yesterday...

Yesterday's Ding You also walked through the door of the mourning hall like this...

At that time, Ding You looked at the cremation office not far away and couldn't help touching the 1,500 yuan found from the box and cupboard at home. This is the only property his mother left him.

"Creation?" A cold voice came from the small hole in the window of the office.

Through the glass window covered with a thin layer of dust, you can see a fat woman about 40 years old sitting in it. It was not very hot in autumn, but her face was covered with sweat, as if the corpse was covered with burning grease.

"How much is it?"

The fat woman inside looked at Ding You's impatient fan and said, "The transportation fee, the morgue fee, and the cremation fee are 980 yuan."

"Ah? So expensive?" Ding You frowned and asked, and the hand holding the money in his pocket couldn't help tightening.

"Is it expensive? If you think it's expensive, don't cremble it. The fat woman's face twisted and mocked.

I don't know if it was infected by the fat woman. Ding You felt that the same grease oozed out of his forehead and wiped it. Ding You asked timidly with a smile, "Sister, do you think there is anything cheaper?"

The fat woman turned around and left the back of her head for Ding You, and she didn't even pay attention to him anymore.

"Okay, sister, I'll pay." Ding You still smiled and greeted the female relatives of this fat woman with the most vicious words in his heart, not only the direct relatives.

The fat woman slowly turned around for a long time, grabbed the snow-white towel on the table, wiped sweat, curled her lips and threw a form along the small window: "Fill in!" A word of cold ice.

Ding You looked at the form, which was nothing more than the details of the deceased's name, age, cause of death, time of death and so on.

After filling in one item, Ding You asked with a smiling face, "Sister, can you show me, is this okay?"

The fat woman impatiently grabbed Ding You's carefully filled-in-in-listed list. Her short and thick fingers pierced a hole in the list. She didn't even look at it: " Pay the money."

Ding You handed the money to the fat woman in exchange for a receipt with a big red stamp, and carefully collected the receipt. This was the largest amount of money he had handled in recent years. Unexpectedly, it was his mother's cremation fee.

A sentence came out of the small window of the processing office: "Go to the inner room and choose an urn."

Ding Youqiang nodded with a smile and scolded in his heart: "I have to give you a smiling face when I die. Be careful of hemorrhoids on your mouth."

Dozens of square meters of rooms are displayed with all kinds of urns, wooden, jade metallic, and the most luxurious row of crystal urns displayed in the middle of the hall, shining with breathtaking brilliance under the rows of spotlights on the roof. In such an urn, you can clearly look at the ashes inside from the outside, and the person in the box can also look at the people and the world outside through the transparent wall of the box. If you stay there, you will not be lonely or bored. However, Ding You didn't dare to stay too much on the dazzling row of crystal urns. The row of zeros on the price list frightened him.

At this time, a smiling box sales lady passed by. The young lady was very sweet and slim, with a height of 1.68 meters and a sweet smile exuded the smell of Ding You's vigilance.

"Sir, do you want to choose an urn for the elders?" The voice is very sweet, like honey. Compared with the fat woman outside, it is simply the difference between an angel and a night fork.

Ding You nodded a little dullly and subconsciously distanced himself from the saleswoman who leaned over: "Yes."

The box saleswoman smiled sweeter and sweeter. She raised her hand pointing to the jade urn, but looking at Ding You's clothes, she still pointed her fingers at a row of wooden urns. Sir, look at this mahogany urn, the famous sculptor, the three-story pagoda, the front house and the apse. The tiles on it are painted with good gold paint. The whole box is sprayed with big treasure paint, and the paint will not be cracked after a hundred years..."

Ding You looked at the price in front of the box and swallowed his saliva. His hand in his pocket pinched the remaining 520 yuan leg and his stomach shook slightly.

"Is there anything cheaper?" Ding You asked cautiously.

The female box salesman seemed to have just talked about it, but after all, she didn't show any displeasure. She turned around and came to another urn with Ding You and said with a smile, "Sir, these are the cheapest ones here. It can't be too bad for the elderly. After all, our parents have raised us for a lifetime. It should make them live more comfortably, right?

The words of Miss Box Sales are very beautiful. Ding You also wants his mother to live in the crystal urn, but this always seems to be a luxury. Ding You didn't look at the urn in order, but just looked carefully at the price on the urn, and finally found the cheapest one in a row of urn, 1,800 yuan.

Ding You took a deep breath and pointed to the box and said, "Well, er, miss, do you think you can pay when you are cremated? I don't have enough with me now." Ding You's hand in his pocket trembled when he said this.

The box sales lady smiled like a flower and said in a sweet voice, "No problem, sir."

Ding You was overjoyed. He will be paid the day after tomorrow. At that time, he will have 800 yuan. Although it is still a little short, he should be able to lend it to him first after discussing with the boss.

"However, sir, you see, this urn is booked in advance. You have to pay some deposit, otherwise your elder will be cremated and I don't have a box here, which will be troublesome."

Ding You was right and said quickly, "I have 500 yuan here as a deposit."

The sales lady smiled and accepted the 500 yuan handed over by Ding You, took out a contract and asked Ding You to fill it out, which was nothing more than paying a deposit of 500 yuan to book a so-and-so urn or something.

As soon as the formalities were completed, Ding You left the urn room with a sweet compliment from Miss Sales Box. He looked at the fat woman with an oily face at the processing office. Ding You cursed her in his heart that she was drowned with oil.

When I got out of the office, it was already a little dark. There was still a sad music played by the inferior loudspeaker outside. There were sad cries everywhere. Ding You deeply inhaled the air full of smoke. He didn't know that the dust made of the corpse was sucked into his lungs, and a black smoke came out of the big black chimney not far away. Another soul got rid of the fetters of the body and became a free cloud in the sky.

Didi-Di-Di, the sound of the cheap copycat mobile phone in Ding You's pocket sounded. Ding You quickly took it out, and the boss called, "At this time?" Ding You looked at the dark day and said, "You didn't ask me to work overtime." Ding You has a bad feeling. The boss has never called him. Although he is reluctant, work is very important to Ding You at this time.

"Hello, boss."

"Xiao Ding, I heard that your mother passed away?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry for the change. It's really unfortunate."

"Thank you for your concern. I will go to work tomorrow and I won't delay my work."

"Oh, this, er, you don't have to worry. Well, you don't have to come tomorrow."

"It doesn't matter, boss. I'll go tomorrow. I don't have to rest."

"Oh, you see, Xiaoding, I think you misunderstood me. Er, I'm also very sad that your mother passed away, but there is another unfortunate news that I have to tell you. Er, what I mean is that you don't have to come tomorrow, and you don't have to come the day after tomorrow. You don't have to come the day after tomorrow. You don't have to come in the future."

"Ah, I will send someone to send you your salary. You also know how your performance is during this period with me. In view of your performance, I can only give you half of your salary. You see, I'm still very generous, aren't I?"

"Okay, that's it. Take advantage of this period to take good care of your mother's funeral. It's not easy for the old man to take you to grow up. You should also take some time to accompany her, right? That's it. Bye."

"Dudududu--"

Ding You, who was holding the mobile phone, stood stupidly like that. The mobile phone in his hand was placed on the edge of his ear, and the beep sound spread and spread in the air.

"Fuck you! Damn capitalist, if you know that I'm not in good condition during this period of death, you will come to dismiss me? You're fucking dying..." He roared at the phone for five minutes. It was not until the sad crowd on the side watched him for a long time that Ding You stopped cursing viciously.

He viciously stuffed his mobile phone into his pocket. The sky above his head was a little dark. In the distance, dark clouds pressed this way like mountains. Ding You frowned and walked a few steps to the door of the crematorium and stopped. He turned his head to the processing office, looked at the urn showroom, and touched the only 20 yuan in his pocket. Ding Worry hurriedly ran to the showroom that was about to close.

The box salesman was locking the door of the urn room to get off work. Ding You ran over a few steps and hesitated with a smile and said, "Hello..."

The box salesman turned around and saw him. A professional smile appeared on his face and asked in a sweet voice, "Sir, why are you back? What's the matter? Do you want to change a better urn? I said, you should choose a better one for the elderly, and then go in and have a look? With that, he took down the lock hanging on the door.

Ding You's scalp was a little tight and his throat was a little dry. He swallowed his thirsty voice and said, "Miss, do you think I can get the deposit back? I, I have something changed..."

"What? What did you say, sir? The box sales lady looked at Ding You incredulously.

Looking at Miss Box's eyes full of incredible expression, Ding Worry was a little panicked, but he had to get the 500 yuan back, because he knew that he could no longer afford the urn of more than 1,000 yuan. "I mean, can you refund the deposit to me?" Ding Youzhuang asked boldly.

"Sir, how is this possible? I have already placed an order for the box factory.

"It's impossible. I just left the house for less than ten minutes."

"Sir, as soon as you get out of the house, I have called the box factory. Now the urn you chose is on the production line, and the deposit can't be refunded. Besides, you see..."

The box saleswoman turned out the deposit sheet filled in by Ding You, pointed to the small line at the bottom of the deposit list, which is obviously smaller than other fonts, and said, "As we indicate here, the deposit is non-refundable. Look at it."

Seeing that line of small words Ding You's heart cooled down in an instant, but he still wanted to work harder.

"Miss, you see, I just handed it in. Please help me refund it. I only have this little money left now. My job has just been fired by the boss, and my salary has been deducted by half. I can't afford to pay for the urn, please." Ding You said that in the end, he almost pleaded.

The box sales lady is still smiling like flowers, and her voice is still sweet: "I'm sorry, sir, this is impossible. If you think there is something wrong with me doing this, you can go to the arbitration department, otherwise it is also a good choice for you to go to the court. You see, I am also a part-time worker. If I return it for you, tomorrow I will be unemployed like you. I really can't help you..."

Five hundred yuan was gone like this, and the box seller still smiled sweetly, but Ding You knew what a Dirty heart was behind the sweetness.

Some wooden Ding You mechanically walked to the door of the crematorium. The smoke from the big chimney of the crematorium floated around. Ding You felt a little suffocated. The nasal cavity seemed to be filled with ashes. He wanted to roar loudly, tear and kick wildly, but he didn't do it, just Then he moved his footsteps, and it was completely dark. Looking at the shadow of the last bus, Ding You was so sad that he wanted to lie on the ground and cry.

The crematorium is far away from the city. To be precise, it is very far away. It takes more than an hour by car. If you walk, Dingyou has no idea how long it will take. It is a forbidden place for people to walk at night. Who dares to hang around here? There is no need to expect that there will be a taxi. Even if there is a taxi, Dingyou doesn't dare to take it. He doesn't have the ability to do that consumption.

The dark clouds above the head have completely covered the sky, tightly stitched, as if pressing on Ding You's shoulder on the top of his head.

The roadside street lights have long been dim yellow. Ding You walked on the lonely road with a long shadow, as if to take care of Ding You walking on the road alone, so the rain has been stuffy in the sky, making the sky extremely heavy.

Looking at the dark sky, Ding You took out the copycat mobile phone that could not see the original color. His hand began to subconsciously dial a familiar number. He did not dial this number for a long time, because it was a long distance, and the other end of the number was connected to the most prosperous city in the country, the distant city on the sea, so he You can only call once or twice a week, for a short few minutes at a time.

The other end of the phone is Ding You's girlfriend's mobile phone. She is beautiful, kind-hearted, and has been a childhood sweetheart with Ding You. If it hadn't been for Ding You's father's illness, he would have had to drop out of school, Ding You would have gone to college with her in the city of the sea now. Listening to the familiar music from the other end of the phone, Ding You felt a little warm in his heart.

"Hey, who are you looking for?" The voice of a familiar man came from the phone.

Ding You was stunned: "Who are you?"