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Chapter 162

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    "Xiaoxiao, don't cry. You see that your eyes are almost crying into panda eyes. I know all the things you said. It's over, and my condolences will change." Gu Qingshui stared at He Yuwen and went into the room indifferently.  The back of the person who walked into the room was pretending to comfort Mo Xiaoxiao who was crying.

    Time is fair and cruel, as someone said, it will not stop the wheel because of anyone, no matter whether the people in the world are sad, happy or plain, it is like it is not in the same parallel world as the people in the world  The same, everything seems to be closely connected, but in fact it has nothing to do with it. You can see that Xiaoyang is dawning again outside the window.

    "Dong dong dong" Mo Xiaoxiao almost didn't close her eyes all night, and when it was almost dawn, she no longer forced herself to fall asleep. Fortunately, she got up, took a bag and packed Mo Yao's  Laundry up.

    With an extremely complicated mood, Mo Xiaoxiao entered the house where Mo Yao used to live, and turned on the lights inside, but the warm yellow light couldn't warm the deserted room, just like the sun in winter couldn't warm people.  Like a trembling body, it seems to exist but feels so empty. Except for some clothes left by Mo Yao when he left, the room belongs to Mo Xiaoxiao's memories. She looked around silently.  There is a desk lamp, and there is an unfinished story book beside it, which seems to be firmly nailed there by time, and it will always stop at that page and will not be turned over again.

    Mo Xiaoxiao squatted down gently again, opened the closet standing quietly at the side, and began to pack things for Mo Yao. Those clothes would stretch her thoughts infinitely, and the surging emotions  It was secretly lurking in the depths of her heart, as long as her emotions were slightly affected by foreign objects, those sorrows like floods would come one after another, driving her emotions that had finally calmed down to a place where there would be no redemption.

    He Yuwen got up very early, thinking that he would have to accompany Mo Xiaoxiao to the funeral parlor to retrieve Mo Yao's ashes early in the morning, so he got up just after dawn, tidied up casually, took his own things, and walked towards  Walked in the living room, but found that the door of Mo Xiaoxiao's room was open, so she walked over gently, but the room was empty, there was no sign of her, only a light was left, shining lonely  With the loneliness of a room.

    Then he backed out suspiciously, and saw that the light in Mo Yao's room was turned on, He Yuwen walked towards the room without thinking too much, saw that the door was ajar and didn't close it tightly, but out of politeness  When he reached the door, He Yuwen still knocked first.

    "Boom boom boom"

    Mo Xiaoxiao was squatting on the ground, thinking about something, when she heard a knock on the door behind her ears. In this silent environment, the sudden knock on the door was like a  An envoy from outside broke all the peace and tranquility, and Mo Xiaoxiao came back to her senses, only to realize that there were two lines of tears hanging on her cheeks unknowingly, and then hurriedly  Busily erased, stood up and turned his back to the person outside the door, quickly sorted out his emotions, and said nonchalantly for a moment: "What's wrong?"

    He Yuwen also witnessed all her embarrassment, and when she calmed down, she responded slowly and peacefully: "No, it's just that it's dawn, and you're not in your own room, and  Seeing that the lights in this room are still on, come over and have a look.¡±

    After hearing He Yuwen's calm reply, Mo Xiaoxiao finally came to her senses. Looking out of the window, she saw a sun like a fire bead rising from the east, and the crimson light fell down, rendering a large area of ??the sky  , as if being burnt red by the rising sun.

    Seeing Mo Xiaoxiao looking at the sun outside the window thoughtfully, He Yuwen actually understood her mood very well, and he said after a while: "Have you packed it? If  After packing up, it¡¯s almost time for us to have some breakfast, so let¡¯s get ready to go, I¡¯m worried that there won¡¯t be enough time.¡±

    Mo Xiaoxiao heard He Yuwen's words again, and lightly agreed: "Okay, I'll come out as soon as I pack it up."

    At the dinner table, Mo Xiaoxiao was eating breakfast but couldn¡¯t taste the taste. She would often lose her mind while eating. Seeing her holding a chopstick to smash the eggs on the table, she couldn¡¯t help but feel like she was eating.  He Yuwen didn't eat at all, and He Yuwen was a little worried about her state: "Xiaoxiao, what are you thinking? Do you have something else on your mind?"

    Mo Xiaoxiao didn't hear He Yuwen's question at all, but she seemed to see someone looking at her out of the corner of her eye, so she turned around and looked at He Yuwen in panic: "Ah what?  "

    He Yuwen didn't speak, and gentlyShaking her head and remaining silent, Mo Xiaoxiao saw him like this and said again: "By the way, where is Qingshui? Why didn't I see her early in the morning when I got up today?"

    "It seems that something has gone out! I don't know the details, just leave her alone and let's go after eating. It's getting late."

    After tidying up, the two of them went out, got on the babbling rickshaw, put on their hats to cover up all the world in front of them, and stopped questioning the busy traffic and people coming and going in front of them, just in a trance  You can still hear the mixed sound of the noisy world.

    "It's here." I don't know how much time has passed, but suddenly I heard He Yuwen's calm and deep voice drifting over, Mo Xiaoxiao pushed her hat up, and turned back to the scene in front of her.  The scene has been completely changed into another scene, from the crowded downtown to this cold and silent alley. I got out of the car and looked up. A black signboard was hung at the door, carved with white lacquer.  There are three eye-catching big characters of "funeral parlor", and there are few cars and horses in front of the door. There is a sense of distance for no reason after a distance of more than ten steps.  There seemed to be a burning smell of high incense paper money floating in the air.

    "Let's go, let's go in." He Yuwen said as he led Mo Xiaoxiao in through the big or small door. After entering the door, there was a hall filled with all kinds of piles.  Mountains of incense, yellow paper money, and shrouds were placed on display, and the caretaker was a gray-haired old man. Seeing He Yuwen and Mo Xiaoxiao entering, he put himself aside.  Putting on his presbyopic glasses, he looked at the two of them.

    The old man's face was a bit fierce, and there was an extremely deep scar on his eyebrows. He walked towards the two of them with a shocking appearance, which scared Mo Xiaoxiao so hard that he took a step back and almost fell down. He Yu  The warm eyes and quick hands helped her waist in time, so she didn't fall down.

    He Yuwen looked ahead without any trace of fear, and faced the person in front of him calmly, and said calmly: "Old man, we are here to collect the urns of relatives, may I ask where to claim them?"  Woolen cloth?"

    The old man in front of him stared at the two of them, looked them up and down, and finally said after a long time: "Come here with me, and I will make a registration for you to check."

    After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards a small table at the side. A red cloth was spread on the small table, and a lamp was placed on it. At this moment, the oil inside was still burning.  There is a thick old notebook on it, perhaps it has been flipped a little bit frequently, it looks tattered, and it still glows like an old light, it is densely written, and it is not clear what is written.

    "What's the name of the person you're looking for, is it male or female, and how old is it?" The old man said seriously.

    "Mo Yao, male, eleventh year" Mo Xiaoxiao froze in place, silent as if unable to say a word, He Yuwen spoke calmly by himself.

    "Go to door No. 3, and there is cabinet No. 14. Remember not to take it by mistake, and don't mistake the name on the cabinet. Check it when you take it."

    There are four doors in that hall, and the numbers are marked on the doors respectively. He Yuwen led Mo Xiaoxiao to push the door in from the third door, and a strong scent of incense rushed towards him.  All of them are cabinets like drawers. When Mo Xiaoxiao saw the scene in front of her, she just felt a pain in the head. So many living people were crowded into these small boxes

    He Yuwen took out the small box full of Mo Yao's ashes, and gently tore off the label on it, as if he was completely torn from the world, which was a heavy burden.  It's complicated again, Mo Xiaoxiao at the side is in a trance, thoughtful

    It was already noon when the two came out of the funeral parlor. After He Yuwen thought twice, he resolutely decided to bury Mo Yao in a forest behind the hospital, where there is silence all year round and no one will disturb him.  , and here Mo Xiaoxiao can still visit him from time to time, maybe there will be no trace of him in this world, but his shadow will always live in Mo Xiaoxiao's heart.

    The definition of a person's death does not refer to the death of his body, but until the last person in the world who remembers him dies, he is truly dead.

    The twilight is like a bloodthirsty madman. It spreads its teeth and claws and dyes the whole sky bright red. Xia Tian is probably already very old. At the end of summer, autumn is waving in the distance and is about to hand over to the end of summer.  There is no coolness in the wind, only waves of heat. Mo Xiaoxiao and He Yuwen stood under the setting sun, saying their final farewell to the newly added tomb in the weeds, just like spring and autumn.  The calmness and ordinaryness of the time, there is a sense of sadness for no reason (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com)??It¡¯s the calmness and ordinaryness of spring and autumn, and there is a sense of sadness for no reason (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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