Chapter 235 Some people enjoy life, while others fight against pain
In a small supermarket on Tufang Street, the police officer looked back at Xiao Yucheng: "Can't you find your child?"
"Yes! Have you seen it?" Xiao Yucheng looked panicked, panting violently and nodded.
"How big?"
"Seven years old!"
"What are his characteristics?" the police officer asked again.
"He is not tall and has a very thin body. He should be wearing a blue half-sleeved T-shirt. Oh, by the way, he also has severe asthma and lung disease. He should be wearing a mask when he goes out..."
"That's you." The police officer nodded and interrupted: "You come with me."
"What's wrong with him?" Xiao Yucheng asked immediately.
The police officer paused and looked at the lame father with some sympathy: "That's right, he had an accident. He fell ill near here last night and didn't receive timely treatment, so...!"
Xiao Yucheng only listened to half of the words before his head banged and he froze in place with a pale face.
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An hour and a half later, in the corridor of the morgue of Zhanan Central Hospital, a bit of cold air was surging, and the large iron door entering the morgue stood coldly in front of everyone.
When Xiao Yucheng came to the door, his legs were weak and his mind was blank.
The police officer was young and kind-hearted. He supported Xiao Yucheng with his left hand, comforted him, and signaled the hospital staff to open the morgue, and then everyone entered together.
The staff member put on a mask, opened the large drawer containing the body, and said numbly and coldly: "We will need to sign in a moment."
After saying that, the staff turned and left. The police officer whispered to Xiao Yucheng: "You weren't at home yesterday, were you? Your son seemed to have gone downstairs to buy something to eat. On the way, he met some children and asked him to play football together... I
I interviewed the witnesses and they said that at first your son didn't play football and just sat on the curb eating pie... But later, he probably couldn't hold it back and was called to the court by several other children. After playing for a while, he
You're sick... There were no adults around, and the children ran away when they saw something was wrong. Finally, the old man on duty at the stadium found your child, but notified the patrol officer. By the time he was sent to the hospital, it was already too late, and the best time for rescue was missed.
…!”
Next to the big drawer, the police officer explained the facts to Xiao Yucheng in a soft tone, while the latter stared blankly at the drawer, feeling so painful that his liver and gallbladder were splitting.
The son's face was purple and blue, his eyelashes and skin were stained with frost. He was still wearing the blue half-sleeved T-shirt, and there were several obvious needle holes on his arms, which were left behind during the rescue operation in the hospital.
Emotions of collapse, regret, and disbelief surged in Xiao Yucheng's heart. Looking at his cold and stiff son, it seemed that he had no strength at all and all his enthusiasm had disappeared.
Although Xiao Yucheng did not have a son in his old age, his son was his only hope. After so many years of working as a laborer, he no longer felt any joy in life.
When he was in Sinalo, he would work when he woke up and go to sleep when it got dark, without any private time at all. Sometimes when he heard the sound of gunfire in the middle of the night, he had to get up immediately and hide in an air raid shelter.
Wandering outside, his wife disappeared, and he became disabled. Thirteen years passed in the blink of an eye. In Xiao Yucheng's memory, he was like a machine that kept running, living numbly and earning money.
money to support the family,
Xiao Yucheng no longer remembers the purpose of coming to Dragon City in the first place. The ambitions and ideals of his youth have long been shattered in the painful life. With his wife gone, his only hope is to raise his son who was born with a disease.
Have a relatively healthy living environment and save some money for him so that the next generation will not have to live like him.
But today, the son that Xiao Yucheng cared for so carefully was gone, and all his hopes were shattered like a vase falling to the ground.
In the cold morgue, Xiao Yucheng leaned on the big drawer and slowly squatted on the ground, holding his head, crying in confusion and despair.
The police officer next to him did not urge him, turned around, walked outside, and smoked a cigarette.
I don't know how long it took, and I don't know who talked to him. In short, Xiao Yucheng signed several notices to claim his son's body.
The hospital staff put away the paper and pen, looked up at Xiao Yucheng and asked: "Cremation? There is a car for five hundred yuan."
Xiao Yucheng replied dully: "No... not cremated."
"If you don't cremate or allow private burial, how do you do it?" The staff member frowned and said, "Now if you are caught in private burial, you will be fined and detained. Do you think...?"
"Then let's be cremated." Xiao Yucheng replied without any emotion on his face.
Ten minutes later, the car pulling the body drove out of the hospital, and the second security guard responsible for monitoring Xiao Yucheng followed the car in front while holding a phone and saying: "...I am so unlucky to die, I am so unlucky.
The man I was following, his son died. Yes, he just came out of the hospital and went to the crematorium...ah, what should we do? Give him two more days to deal with the funeral? Damn it! Take it, this is all
What’s going on!”
The second security guard took the phone and drove to the crematorium with Xiao Yucheng while communicating with the superiors.
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The birth of a person requires the mother to go through ten months of pregnancy and the double pain of mother and child. Even for new parents who are particular, it may take a year or two to prepare for pregnancy and go through many difficulties and obstacles before the child can come into this world.
But it only takes less than three minutes for a person to die and disappear. Once a fire is lit, no bones or dregs are left.
Late at night, Xiao Yucheng walked out of the crematorium with the urn in his hands. The cold wind blew by. There was no one to pick him up, and there were no relatives or friends who could feel his sorrow. Only the second caretaker who stayed with him and didn't even eat dinner.
The second security guard who had been squatting all day got out of the car, smoking a cigarette, walked up to Xiao Yucheng and said, "Shall I take you back?"
Xiao Yucheng looked at him and nodded numbly.
"Let's go!" Erbao greeted.
Two minutes later, the car left the compound. The second security guard was sitting in the front and said nonchalantly: "It's really sad that you are involved in this matter, but one code is the same. You still have to deal with this case as soon as possible.
!I can’t follow you every day. If you are in trouble, I will be in trouble too. You’d better find money quickly and settle the matter.”
Xiao Yucheng sat in the back seat, looking at the back of his head, his body as stiff as a sculpture.
"Just now at the crematorium, I called Brother Xu. I begged for you and he promised to give you two more days." Erbao continued: "But what I mean is that if you can raise the money as soon as possible, then
Come out quickly, don't delay, so that it will be easier for you to organize the funeral for your child later. But if you really can't come up with it now, you will have to do it in two days at most..."
Xiao Yucheng's numb eyes regained their vitality and turned blood red.
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Coders Association Headquarters.
Jing Yan took the phone and said: "What Speaker Lu means is that after Carl and the others from the Control Department leave, we can talk about delivering goods to Sinalo. Yes, I am going to let Gu Baishun do it..."?