Chapter 45 Chapter 44 Why Not Hate

When Luo Zhi and her mother arrived at the crematorium, there were only a few cars in the always crowded parking space.The crematorium in the suburbs has always been cold, and the northern wind is like a small blade on the face.Luo Zhi wore gloves, but her hands were still so cold that she lost consciousness. The building where the ashes were kept was empty.The administrator of the mail room in the hall was about to go out, and was a little surprised to see Luo Zhi and her mother. She took a look at the certificate book and keys from her mother, and said, "A copy."Then I thought about it, and said, anyway, there is no one else, I am going to eat, you go in, and just close the small door for me after returning the ashes.

After speaking, he opened the corridor door, nodded to his mother, and left. Luo Zhi knew that there was nothing to steal, except the ashes. The building was shady and even colder than outside.Luo Zhi and her mother went up to the third floor, and arrived at the fifth room, the fourth shelf, the sixth row and the fourth column. Inside the small glass window was a dark red urn, with a black and white photo of her father inlaid in the middle. Dad is very handsome. As soon as the glass window was opened, the dirge sounded slowly.The little electronic tape recorder inside was blinking red.Mother supported the ladder, and Luo Zhi stood on it, carefully taking out the peaches made of ceramics, the refrigerator, and the washing machine on the outside and handing them to her mother.After cleaning up, gently take out Dad's urn.

I haven't been here for a year, and the place where the paper is burned is no longer the loess field outside, but has been moved to the yard near the funeral parlor.A row of stoves dedicated to burning paper was spread along the wall of the yard, so smoked that the original color could not be seen for a long time. At 11:30, a group of old women who usually gather here to make money by "talking" to the dead are not there.Gusts of north wind swept the paper dust to Luo Zhi's feet. With her stiff hands, she helped her mother arrange the fruit, wine and father's ashes, and then lit the paper money together.

The hot air rushed towards her face, slightly warming her expressionless face from the cold. Mom was still crying.His face was pale, and his tears were like short strings of beads. Luo Zhi turned her head and didn't want to listen to her mother's nagging, "I brought you money, how are you doing there? After Luo Luo was admitted to university that year, he couldn't come back in the winter. I have made money, my current job is much more satisfying than the previous one, and it is much better not to have to stand on my feet all the time..." Luo Zhi's tears were in her eyes, but she didn't want to let them fall.

In fact, she blamed her father. He treats his mother well and treats her well. It is not his responsibility for her and mother's life to this point. However, the cold heart of grandma's family and his own death still make mother lonely all her life. The world is hot and cold.A cavity of resentment was spread equally on the heads of all the people in the world, and everyone's blame was not as light as a sigh.Therefore, Luo Zhi simply sent all her strong hatred to her father and grandma's family.In the past, Sheng Huainan was also included. When she was admitted to university, her mother insisted on letting her visit her deceased grandparents and grandma.She resisted her mother for the first time.She is only willing to see grandma.

Grandpa is stubborn and old-fashioned. He doesn't agree with his mother marrying his father, and he also refuses to help his father, who is an ordinary electrician, to change jobs. After her mother gets married, she cuts off ties with the family. After Luo Zhi was born, she became very close to her grandma, and many deadlocks gradually eased.His father passed away due to a business accident, and his grandfather died of illness when he retired. Life was not in heaven, and it fell into hell all of a sudden. As for grandma.At that time, he failed to cling to his mother's position in the family. After his father died, he coldly scolded his mother for the fate of his wife, locked Luo Zhi at home, but kicked her out of the house.

Grandma's old house was relocated, and the division indicators and even the plank furniture left by the old house were scraped clean by the aunts, aunts and uncles. Why doesn't she hate it. The paper was all burnt, and there were scattered red embers beneath a pile of black ash.Occasionally a spark burst out. While her mother was packing up the spiritual tablet behind her, Luo Zhi leaned on a stick to fiddle with the burnt paper, and asked softly. If you can collect paper money, then there is a soul in the sky, why don't you help us? I've been meaning to ask for a long time.

Mom's lips are pale, and some are about to collapse. "I'll send it back by myself. Mom, you should take your things and get in the car first." "No, go back together. Are you not afraid?" "What are you afraid of? They are all dead." Luo Zhi looked indifferent, took the spiritual tablet and ashes from her mother, kicked the key into her pocket, turned and entered the building. The only sound in the stairwell was Luo Zhi's own footsteps, echoing back and forth in an empty space. She stepped up the ladder, arranged the urn and casket and decorations, drew down the white gauze curtains from the windows, and closed them.

After a pause, it opened again. dad.Luo Zhi called out.Tears fell suddenly. I'm wrong.Just pretend I didn't say anything.If you can, bless mom more. She closed the door, took out the key and locked it. Walk slowly towards the stairwell, turn your head sideways and see that the angle of room 3 just meets the incoming sunlight, and the dust in the light floats slowly, flipping up and down. She walked in like a lost soul. The glass cabinets in this room are all covered with small red satin, connecting the two adjacent glass windows. Both are dead couples.After the death, they were moved to this room by their children, and the ashes were placed side by side, connected with red silk, and a group photo of the old couple was pasted in the middle.

She stood in front of the glass window and looked at the photos one by one. No matter how good the people were before, no matter if they loved each other or not, once the feelings accumulated, they would still stay together forever. Once the red silk is pulled, life and death are fettered.Even if love cannot be born anyway, at least it will be imprinted in my heart, which will never be erased.What's more, having a special liking is mostly the fantasy of the author in the novel, and people's hearts are unpredictable. After so many years, the world has only produced a pair of Liang Zhuhua butterflies.

It was too cold in the room, and her feet were already stiff when she was outside, and she accidentally staggered and fell with her left foot on her right foot.She wears a lot of clothes in winter, and it doesn't hurt very much. She was lying on the ground and was about to get up, when she turned her head and suddenly saw the glass window on the bottom floor. The glass window has been shattered for a long time, but the fragments fell into the cabinet. If you don't pay attention, you can't see it at all, so no one should have found it for a long time, and there is a lot of dust inside.The group photo in the middle is also tilted to one side.Luo Zhi ghostly reached out and pulled out the photo. Usual old couple posing for a photo.But the old lady's face was in chaos, her nose and eyes drifted out of place. Luo Zhi trembled in fright, feeling that her back was covered with sweat in an instant, but she didn't throw away the photo. She carefully tucked the photo back.Struggling with a cold war, he got up and rushed into the sunshine, leaning on the window sill and gasping for breath. Suddenly the phone in her trouser pocket vibrated, and her first reaction was as if something was crawling on her thigh, but she finally yelled out in fright. Tremblingly, he took out his phone. "Call from Sheng Huainan" "Hey." "Luo Zhi? You didn't come to class. I called you several times just now and you are not in the service area. Did you receive the text message I sent? The law guide quiz. I answered it for you." The heart settles down in an instant.The sun shone on her shoulders, and the side of her face was slightly warmed. "Is it a small test? I didn't go, thank you." "Everyone felt lost at Christmas, and Zhang Mingrui didn't come. I wrote three copies by myself, and my hands were cramping." Sheng Huainan's voice was bright and artificial.Luo Zhi switched hands to hold the phone, breathed on the hand just now, and continued to repeat, "I'm sorry, thank you so much." There was silence on the phone. "Why didn't you come to class? Are you still sick?" "I'm home." "Go home?" "Well, there is something at home." "Where are you talking, why do you feel so unclear, it seems that the signal is not good." "I'm here..." Luo Zhi hadn't finished speaking when suddenly a woman flashed in from the doorway in front of her. Her movements were so fast that she almost seemed to be floating.Luo Zhi was startled, and screamed, and the other party stared at him viciously and cut off the tail of the screaming fiercely. She was dumb in mid-air, only panting heavily, and her whole body was frozen in place. "Luo Zhi?! Luo Zhi?!" The woman actually wore a bright red skirt that was below the knees, but because of the bloated and heavy pants inside, it seemed that static electricity had been generated, and they all stuck to her legs.Her upper body was wrapped in a purple floral scarf, her face was pale and haggard. "Luo Zhi?! Can you hear me?" The woman stared blankly at Luo Zhi for a while, then went straight to the shelf on the left, found a small pane, looked in through the glass, the height of the pane was just enough for her to rest her forehead on the glass, she With his back to Luo Zhi like this, he began to mutter something silently in a low voice. "Luo Zhi, are you alright?" Luo Zhi suddenly came back to her senses, "I'm... fine." "Where are you?" "I'm in the first crematorium, the building where the ashes are kept." "That is……" "My dad's death day, today. Fifteenth anniversary. I'm in the crematorium. Now I'm returning the urn and locking it back in the cabinet by myself. I thought I was the only one alive in the whole building. You know what I just saw A photo, the old lady in the group photo has no face. I don’t know if the soul floated out along the broken glass window, maybe it is looking at me now. Haha. By the way, are you afraid of ghosts? Actually, I am not afraid , but this place is really weird, red silk is everywhere, but why does that old lady have no face..." Luo Zhi didn't know why she said this, her voice was light and clear, but she couldn't stop the brakes, and she was talking nonsense. "Luo Zhi! Luo Zhi!" Sheng Huainan's voice was so loud that Luo Zhi's eardrums ached, and finally regained consciousness a little, and stopped talking. "Sorry, I'm talking nonsense." "Are you... scared?" Sheng Huainan asked gently. The voice was stable and concerned, Luo Zhi smiled gratefully into the air, forgetting that he couldn't see. "The dead are not as scary as the living." Luo Zhi smiled. She turned her head, a smile froze on her face. The woman looked back at her slowly, and then slowly pulled out a pair of large black scissors from the cloth bag she was carrying. "But there are living people here," she murmured.