No words all night.

At dawn, the funeral cart came and pulled a few bodies to the selected place.

It was quiet and didn't bother anyone, just like many people who didn't know that there were countless people in this world trying to maintain peace.

After the car arrived at the place, Wang Lang and his men carried the coffin and buried them.

Filled the soil with my own hands.

When the grave was formed, Wang Lang felt a little dazed.

Life passed by quickly, and in a trance, decades or hundreds of years were all but a pile of mud under the soil. From birth to aging, life was mottled or dull, and in the end, it could not escape the passage of time.

Everyone has this day, and no one can escape.

Life is like a line, not a ray, not a straight line.

Life is a point, death is a point.

The line segments are long or short, thick or thin, and the colors are also different.

Time flies, and a lifetime is a blink of an eye.

Unconsciously thinking of those who seek immortality seems to be something that wants to turn a line segment into a ray. It doesn't sound like those who pursue it is like a moth to flew into a fire and eventually turning into a little light.

Ah B's son knelt on the ground, feeling a little helpless and didn't know what to do.

The fat monkey burst into tears and had become a pool.

The four brothers were the only one left in the end.

Looking back on the past from the moment of realization, I feel like everything is like a dream.

The meticulous Ah B, the fan boy who dares to love and hate, and the taciturn girl, feels that these people are still alive, but the biting cold wind of reality instantly catches people out of their memories.

There is no one, only four new tombs.

Tong Yaru stood aside, looking at the grave, and Wang Lang's side face, not knowing what her expression was.

Wang Lang lit three cigarettes, inserted one into Ab's grave, and one into Fanzi and Yatou's graves.

There is a tombstone in front of Ab's tomb, but there are no words or photos, and there are blank spaces.

Wang Lang and Feihou were both stunned when they were engraving the tombstone.

No one knows what Ah B's surname is, but only knows that everyone calls him Brother B.

There is no word in the clear tombstone, or there may be too many to write it, so I won’t write it down.

Ab's son was drowsy and finally fell asleep on the grave. Tong Yaru picked up the child, and Wang Lang asked him to go down the mountain to wait first.

The fat monkey became a soft ball and sat on the grave.

He suddenly laughed while sitting. The fat monkey wiped his eyes and covered his tears again, "Actually, we have known that Brother B is a policeman."

Wang Lang lit a cigarette and handed one to Feihou.

"Which one of the first words of fighting in a mixed-up are you not to move?" Fatty monkey laughed and took a sip of cigarette.

"I, fanzi, girl, our three lives are given by Brother B. He treats us like he treats our own brother. We are willing to give our lives to Brother B, even if we know that he is a policeman.

We saw everything that Brother B did and knew what he was doing. He advised us three to do some serious business so that we would no longer be slutty. We were not stupid. Without us three, if he let others know, wouldn't it be over long ago?

From ancient times to the present, from the Three Jewishes in Taoyuan to the 100-8 generals in the Liangshan Mountain, they all said that they did not ask for birth on the same day of the same month of the same year, but wanted to die on the same day of the same month of the same year. They did not do it.

But Brother B, Fanzi and the girl did it.

Only one me is left.

The three of them always gave in to me and didn't let me do anything, and they didn't even take me with them when they died together.

They all know that I have a sister who is secretly stuffing money into the crack of my house.

Fanzi's mother is over 80 years old this year and she has a son. She is just like this, she is gone, she is gone.

The girl has an older brother who is a gambler. She never has money on her, so she gives her that gambler brother. Every time he eats, he says he has eaten it, but he has never eaten it. We all know it, but we don’t say it.

Brother B sent money to his sister-in-law and asked them to fly away, because at that time, Brother B knew that he could not escape and die. He didn't want to implicate his family, nor did he want to implicate us. He didn't want to implicate you, Anan."

Wang Lang listened silently, put the cigarette box on the grave, and after finishing smoking one cigarette, another, lit one on the burning paper money.

"Since you first appeared, we knew that you were probably from the same group as Brother B, but later, you parted ways with Brother B. We all thought we were wrong and thought you were not from the same group.

Until today, I realize that Brother B takes everything on himself, and he wants to use his own death to fulfill our lives.

He died, and his sister-in-law died too.”

The fat monkey smoked half a cigarette in one sip.

"I have never been a policeman, and I don't know what you police are going to do. I just want to know, is it worth it?" Fat Monkey looked at the empty tombstone, as if he was asking Ah B, or as if he was asking Wang Lang.

There was no one talking in the tomb behind the tombstone. Wang Lang, who was in front of the tombstone, sucked a cigarette, "The most important thing for people to live is to choose. Some people choose, while others have no choice because of different beliefs."

Feihou threw a few pieces of paper money into the brazier. He struggled several times before he stood up.

"I still owe you a thank you." said the fat monkey.

"Need not."

"Sometimes, I feel like you are a bit similar to Brother B, and sometimes I feel like you are completely from two worlds." The fat monkey was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and nosebleeds came out of his nose. He wiped it casually, took out toilet paper from his pocket and stuffed it.

Wang Lang glanced at him casually and didn't think too much.

The fat monkey turned around and looked at Tianlan City behind him. The prosperity was still there and the bustling time was still there. The sun rose from the east and set from the west. People came and went on the bustling streets, talking and laughing, but they didn't know that there was still a person lying here, a person who gave their lives to make them peaceful.

"The scriptures say that if you do good deeds, you will not let others know, and you will not ask others for repaid retribution. Then, don't you know why you do good deeds and give your life? Isn't people living for themselves?" The fat monkey pulled out the red toilet paper from his nose, changed some and stuffed it into his nostrils.

"So there is only one Shakyamuni." Wang Lang said casually.

"Do you believe in Buddhism?"

"Don't believe it."

"What do you believe in?"

"Believe in yourself."

The fat monkey didn't say anything and pinched his bleeding nose.

Wang Lang turned his head and glanced, "Is it okay?"

The fat monkey shook his head, "Old problem, it's okay, it'll be fine in a while."

After smoking cigarettes, the two burned all the paper money for Ah B.

Before leaving, he lit three cigarettes for the three graves. Wang Lang lowered his eyes and looked at Ah B’s wife’s grave, and his words were taken away by the wind in a flash.

The two turned around and left.

Behind is the tomb of the cold wind, and in front of it is a bustling city.
Chapter completed!