Chapter 4 Smash! On

Looking at the pale young man with a dirty smell of dirty water in the clothes in front of him, looking at the wheat milk essence box wrapped in his hand, and looking at his cold eyes, the box salesman unconsciously felt a little scared.

"Give me back 500 yuan." Ding You stared at the box salesman and said word by word.

The box salesman calmed down and smiled and said, "Sir, didn't I tell you yesterday? The order has been placed and can't be returned. I can't help it. I called the boss several times in the middle of the night yesterday to help you get the 500 yuan back. As a result, I was scolded by the boss all night, because I almost lost my job. ......”

Ding You didn't want to listen to her nonsense, "Why don't you return it?"

The box sales lady was a little angry. Buddha still had three fires. She put away her smiling face and said coldly, "No, if you are not satisfied, sue me!"

Ding You frowned slightly, very subtle, very subtle, "Are you sure you won't return it?"

The box sales lady's contemptuous face was no longer too lazy to suppress, and she said coldly and simply, "Yes!"

With the end of the word falling, wah! Wow! The crisp sound suddenly sounded. The box sales lady couldn't believe what was happening in front of her. She saw that Ding You pulled out an iron bar from nowhere and kept throwing it on the most expensive crystal urn in the room. The three crystal urns turned into fragments on the ground in an instant. Seeing that Ding You was about to put the iron The stick hit the rows of jade urns, and the box salesman suddenly recovered and shouted like killing donkeys while running outside the house.

The iron bars in Ding You's hand waved fiercely, and rows of exquisite jade urns turned into powder in a crisp sound. Hearing the noise outside, Ding You threw the iron bar and kicked over a display table. After throwing the expensive mahogany urn on it, he rushed out with the malt box in his arms.

The box salesman did not run far. At this moment, he was still screaming loudly like killing a donkey. Seeing Ding You running out, his voice was raised twice under the impossible circumstances, "Catch him, grab him." It doesn't sound like a sound that human beings can make.

People kept running to Ding You around. Ding You gasped and hugged his mother's wheat milk essence box and rushed out of the crematorium desperately. There were already two or three big and round security guards at the door. After Ding You dropped out of school, he would have the ability to fight alone. At this time, the adrenaline was stimulated. It had to erupt like a volcanic eruption, and it must be very miserable if he couldn't run out. Ding You's face twisted and screamed straight to the door of the crematorium.

The three security guards guarding the door are actually very scared at the bottom of their hearts at this time. Nothing has ever happened in the crematorium. Even thieves will not rely on within five miles. Usually, they stay in the security room doing nothing every day and play mahjong to raise themselves fat and strong. Where have you ever seen it? In this situation, the three security guards were timid when they saw that the boy who ran over was about to work hard. They shook their bodies and did not completely block Ding You's road. Ding You's cat's body drilled out of the big gap between the three people. The process was smooth and unexpected.

Ding You ran desperately and ran far away. The three security guards still followed him far away. However, since he got into the woods by the road, the security guards didn't know where they had been dumped.

Ding You ran into the depths of the woods and slowly began to rise. Ding You climbed high along the terrain without thinking. He didn't stop until noon until noon. The mountain in front of him was still stretching upwards, and Ding You was sweaty and tired. He stumbled to the ground and fell fiercely on a blue stone. Ding You didn't mean to get up. He let the blue stone hurt his face and his sweat wet the whole blue stone. At this time, Ding You felt unprecedented pleasure. The sound of tapping the crystal urn was simply more charming than the most beautiful music symphony. The crisp sound still echoed in his ears, so that his whole body would dance with it. I don't know how long it took him to wake up Ding You, who was immersed in the wonderful melody.

Ding You struggled to sit up and looked back. He was stunned. His eyes suddenly opened up. Ding You couldn't help but stand up. The waist of the mountain peak could just overlook half of the plain under his feet. The crematorium was small, and the city not far away was small. It seemed that the sea city farther away was also small. In the distant sky, the clouds in the distant sky were so white that it made people palpitate. The gentle wind in the mountains surged gently, making Ding You feel light all over, and the gloomy darkness on his body seemed to have been blown away a little at this moment.

Ding You shouted suddenly and ran to the mountain with his mother's wheat milk essence box.

He stumbled all the way, and the branches hooked out countless holes in his clothes. His hands and knees were worn out by the stone sand when he fell, but Ding You was crazy regardless of the way up. When he stood at the top of the whole mountain peak, the wind blew up and seemed to blow his whole body to the sky. Ding You But he stared at everything at the foot of the mountain, and his heart was so open that he could tolerate everything in front of him. Under the baptism of the clean and clear sky, under the wide field of vision in front of his eyes, in the sound of moving music made by the sound of smashing the crystal urn, the darkness and gloomy on Ding You's body and the cold death were silk. The silk drove away, and with the fierce mountain wind, it was blown to an unknown distance. Ding You's empty eyes began to shine.

There are bursts of warmth from the mother's wheat milk essence box, which poured into Ding You's heart, just like a needle and thread in his mother's hand to make up for the crack in Ding You's heart. At this moment, the work of 800 yuan a month has really become insignificant. The woman in the distant sea city is not as good as the shit. What is a friend? Everything on this mountain is just some small and trivial dots. It's not a big deal. It's really not a big deal...

The wind blew the wheat milk essence box made a whining sound, and the ashes in the box gently shook, as if she was gently patting Ding You's shoulder. It turned out that the mother cared about herself even if she left the world. The mother did not abandon herself. Leaving was just the most helpless choice, in order to make him better. To live is to hope that he will live a happier life.

For the first time, the death in Ding You's heart slowly melted and dissipated. Ding You leaned on a blue stone with his mother's ashes in his arms. He slowly fell asleep tired, with a shallow smile on the corners of his mouth, like a baby sleeping in his mother's arms.

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At noon on the second day, Ding You slowly woke up and slept on the top of the mountain all night. Ding You, who blew all night, had nothing to do.

In front of him is still the open sky and earth, and the wheat milk essence box held tightly in Ding You's arms was slightly warm. Ding You enjoyed rubbing the wheat milk essence box with his face and rubbing his mother's face.

After a long time, Ding You slowly got up and began to dig at the edge of a pine tree at the top of the peak. The top of the mountain was full of hard stones, and there was some gravel on the edge of the pine tree, but it was still a little difficult for Ding You to dig with his hands. However, Ding You felt that his strength seemed to be much bigger than before, and his hands were harder than before, at least digging these rubble. Although the head is hard, it is not impossible to complete.

After a long time, a small pit that had just been able to bury the wheat milk essence box was dug on the edge of the pine tree. Ding You picked up the wheat milk essence box with his mother, gently rubbed it, and solemnly buried the box with ashes in a complex look. After a while, there was a low grave made of blue stone next to the pine tree.

Ding You knelt down and kowtowed a few times, "Mother, I'll get back what belongs to us! The guard is right. I'm going to find a way to make a lot of money. I'll give you the best urn and the best cemetery. You can watch your son here!" After saying that, Ding You stood up resolutely and ran down the crematorium down the mountain without looking back.