Shi Ying looked at the scenery outside the car window, from the alley with only street lights to the urban area with flashing lights. She suddenly remembered that she had not told "Sister Ling" where she was going. She had been driving in front without saying a word.
As I drove the car, Shiying could only hear her own breathing throughout the car.
Shi Ying tentatively spoke: "Sister Ling, where are we going?"
Quiet, suffocating quiet, quiet Shi Ying thought that she had not spoken just now, everything was her illusion.
"Anxin Community." A voice suddenly came from the front. Shi Ying was stunned for a moment before she realized that it was a reply to her previous sentence. She nodded quickly: "Okay, thank you, Sister Ling." It should be Uncle An's request.
She had told her Shi Ying's address when she came, so she didn't have to ask any more questions.
The vehicle drove smoothly and stopped in front of Anxin Cemetery. Ruan Ling calmly looked at Shiying from the rearview mirror, her meaning was obvious.
Shi Ying had no choice but to say thank you, silently opened the car door and got out of the car. Although it was a bit strange to stop at the entrance of the cemetery instead of the community, it was nice to be able to take her back, and she had no objection.
As soon as Shi Ying got out of the car, the car started up again and left the road at a speed faster than the fastest speed on the road just now. A gust of wind blew up from Shi Ying's side. Shi Ying was secretly stunned. This guy is still a dragster.
The contestant seemed to have been very restrained and obeyed the traffic rules when driving her.
Shi Ying picked up her backpack and was about to go back to rest, but when she turned around, she saw that there were still people in the cemetery's guard room. She remembered yesterday, no, it should be the day before yesterday. The day before yesterday, the guard told her to help her check the number and number of An Xiaoxue's urn.
He buried his position and asked her to find him after six o'clock in the afternoon. It should still be after six o'clock in the afternoon, right?
Anyway, it wouldn't be troublesome to go over and ask, so Shi Ying walked towards the lighted guard room.
"Dong, dong." Shi Ying knocked on the window twice. The old man who was playing with his cell phone looked up and saw Shi Ying, with a surprised look on his face.
He opened the door and let Shi Ying in, and said, "I thought you just came here this afternoon. Why haven't you rested so late?"
Shi Ying nodded, casually explained the reason for working overtime, and then asked the purpose of his visit: "You told me to show me the number last time, did you read it?"
The uncle took the mobile phone on the table and said, "I went there to take pictures during the day. Look, it's this one, buried in the southwest corner."
The uncle put his cell phone in his trouser pocket, picked up the coat behind the door and put it on, then went under the bed and took out two small shovels, handed one to Shi Ying, lit a cigarette for himself and took a puff, then
He pointed to the door with the shovel handle in his hand and said to Shi Ying, "Let's go."
Shi Ying silently followed the uncle to the southwest corner of the cemetery with a shovel. There was no greenery here, but several square areas surrounded by bricks and stones. The uncle went over to look at it, selected one of them, and said to Shi Ying
Waved: "Girl, this is it. Let's dig. They won't bury it too deep. It will take us two dozen or twenty minutes to dig."
Shi Ying obediently started to do it. She had never used a shovel before, so she didn't know how to use it, but looking at the uncle's movements, she could get some feel for it by following the instructions.
Just like that, a middle-aged man and a young woman started digging a grave in a cemetery late at night. There were a bunch of urns buried underneath. What they were digging was a mass grave.
Although the time, place, and characters' behaviors were a bit scary, Shi Ying felt that this would make her feel much more at ease than live broadcasting alone in an abandoned printing factory at night. Her phone did not vibrate to indicate that there was a big ghost. She was in a slightly familiar place.
The place feels very safe.
After digging for a while, Shi Ying felt that the tip of the shovel hit something hard. Just as she was about to squat down to check, the uncle waved her away and said, "Here we are, this is the cement slab to cap the roof. Get out of the way and I'll look for it."
ring."
It turns out that the deep burial here is not to bury the urns directly in the soil, but to build a cement box and place it in the pit, and then stack a bunch of urns in the cement box, and then put the lid on the box.
, and finally the top is backfilled with sand, mud and gravel.
Now they just need to open the lid and find An Xiaoxue's urn.
Shi Ying and the uncle worked together to move the cement board above it to the side. The uncle then motioned Shi Ying to find the urn, and he flashed the flashlight to Shi Ying.
Shi Ying quickly found An Xiaoxue's urn. Although the style was ordinary, she had seen it before and had an impression of it. She recognized it at a glance. After confirming the number on it, Shi Ying carefully took the box out.
Put it aside, and the uncle and I put the cement board back together, and then restored the excavated soil to its original state.
It was past three o'clock in the morning after all this time. After Shi Ying thanked his uncle, he left the cemetery with the urn. Although he shouldn't have met anyone on the road at this point, if someone saw Shi Ying holding an urn in his arms,
The urn walking on the road should not scare anyone. For the sake of other people's mental health and life safety, Shi Ying stopped at the entrance of the cemetery, wrapped An Xiaoxue's urn with another coat she brought, and carried it back.
own house.
After returning to the room, Shi Ying put on her coat and put the urn on the coffee table. The box was a little dirty. She wiped the surface carefully with a wet wipe and said to the box: "You stay here first, I have to go in and sleep."
, It’s too late to fuss today. If you don’t mind, just float up a little and let it fall down gently.” She remembered that this box can float.
As she said, the urn floated up a little and then gently fell back to the table, fearing that it would make any noise and scare others.
Shi Ying nodded with satisfaction and went back to the bedroom to wash up and go to bed. She was really a little tired tonight. First she did live streaming, then she ran, and finally she did shoveling for nearly an hour. The amount of exercise in one night was as much as two days.
Today, Saturday, she could sleep and wake up naturally. Shi Ying turned off all the alarm clocks, turned off her mobile phone, and had a good sleep.
Shi Ying slept until around 12 noon. When she got up and turned on her phone, she received a bunch of missed call reminders and text messages from her boss. She looked at them and asked her what happened last night and whether she was safe now.
Yes, Shi Ying edited a message and replied: "It's safe, the live broadcast went smoothly, please don't disturb me when you rest."
She didn't want to hear her boss's voice during non-working hours, so she would go to him tomorrow and get money to report on her work.
After Shi Ying washed up, she entered the living room and saw the urn that she had brought back last night. She stayed there quietly, which was many times better than the broken umbrella that disturbed her sleep. She thought about it and said, "You can find it at home."
Just stay in a comfortable place. If you like to bask in the sun, go to the balcony. If you like the coolness and humidity, go to the bathroom. Don’t go to my bedroom. Just don’t affect my daily life.”
Seeing that the box hadn't been moved, she added: "Don't worry, choose now. You can go around at any time and stay wherever you want. If you feel uncomfortable, change it."
The box floated up and down gently to express agreement. When Shi Ying saw this scene, she felt a sense of déjà vu, and she thought of her broken umbrella again.
