I became a god after resigning

Chapter 1
(The time, place, and plot of this book are purely fictitious, please do not take the same number, any similarity is purely coincidental)

Song Ci took out a cigarette, lit it on the burning paper money in front of the tombstone, and was about to stuff it into his mouth, when he glanced at the words [Tomb of Beloved Wife Yun Chuyao] on the tombstone, sighed, and inserted the cigarette end into his body Crush it hard in the mud next to it.

"Don't look at me, can't I stop smoking?"

Song Ci muttered in a low voice, and the woman on the tombstone was smiling, as if she was very satisfied with his actions.

Song Ci picked up a dead tree branch from the side and picked up the burning paper money in front of the stele to make the paper money burn more fully. A gust of wind blew by, and the burning ashes swirled and flew into the blue sky.

"Last time, Nuan Nuan said that she wanted Liu Yutong's mother to be her mother. I also wanted to, but I was afraid that Liu Yutong's father would disagree."

"Last time I took Nuan Nuan to see your parents. They were all in good health, but they missed you so much. I let them build a trumpet, and your father drove me out with a stick. It makes me nostalgic for your father's attitude when I went to your house for the first time, but our father is really old, last time he chased me for two miles, this time he chased me for a mile and he was out of breath."

"Nuannuan will be going to kindergarten soon, and I'm going to let her go to the one next to the community. Although the school is a bit dilapidated and the facilities are poor, their teacher is beautiful. Nuannuan will definitely like it, and I also like it." like."

"By the way, my wife, it is said that the ancestors bless you, but the ancestors are separated by a layer, and there are many descendants. You and I are one, husband and wife, regardless of each other. You must bless me to make a fortune. When I get rich, I will marry another one who is as beautiful as you, you fell in love with me blindly, now it is hard to find a blind beauty..."

Song Ci sat in front of Yun Chuyao's tombstone and chattered for a long time.

It wasn't until a piece of ashes of toilet paper almost smeared his face that he realized that it was getting late, so he got up and prepared to leave.

"Wait next time I..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt dizzy for a while, and sat back down again, and it took him a while to recover.

Only then did he get up again, but this time the movement was much slower. When he stood up, his face showed bitterness, and he said in a low voice: "Honey, I miss you."

After speaking, he patted the grass clippings on his butt, and left without looking back, but his eyes were already red.

The ashes of the papyrus behind him swirled in place, as if saying goodbye to him.

Song Ci came down from the mountain, and then looked back, only to see a puff of smoke curling up into the sky.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, and said with a forced smile, "If you didn't see it, you didn't smoke it."

The mountain behind him is called Maocao Mountain. The thatch used to be all over the mountain, but now it is gone, and it has become arable land, and it is also the place where the ancestral graves of several nearby villages are located.

Not far from the foot of the mountain is Songjiazhuang, the hometown of Song Ci.

The entire Songjiazhuang only has a hundred or so households. It is neither big nor small, but many people have moved into the city over the years, and the village has become even more declining.

Song Ci started a semi-new Baojun on the side of the road, turned around and headed directly to Songjiazhuang.

Although his parents went to the city to help him take care of the children, his grandparents were still in his hometown. Since he came back, it would be unreasonable not to visit them.

From afar, I saw my grandma standing on the roadside at the entrance of the village. Grandma is already 85 this year. Although her body is relatively strong, she is thin and thin, as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind. She looks very thin.

Song Ci rolled down the window and approached slowly.

"Grandma, what are you doing here?"

With that said, he opened the car door and got out.

Grandma didn't answer his question, but tried to open her dazed eyes and looked at Song Ci carefully.

"Did you lose weight?"

"No way, you're obviously fat, I'll help you into the car, and I'll give you a ride."

"No, I'm motion sick, you go back first, I'll be right there."

As grandma spoke, she forcibly broke free from Song Ci's hand.

Knowing that she was stubborn, Song Ci didn't try to persuade her any more. After thinking about it, she got into the car first and planned to park the car first.

When the car started, Song Ci glanced in the rearview mirror subconsciously, and saw grandma hunched over, holding a cane, groping slowly with her head lowered, her nose sore.

Song Ci is considered a left-behind child. When he was young, his parents went out to work. He was brought up by his grandparents, so he has a very good relationship with them.

But since graduating from university, I have been busy with work and running my own small family. It seems that I have completely cut off contact with the past. Except for the Spring Festival, I seldom come back, and gradually become a little rusty.

After his wife passed away, he looked back and realized that they had been waiting for him at the same place, never changed, only him changed.

After Song Ci parked the car, he hurried back and helped grandma.

"You don't have to come back. I can walk back by myself. Your grandfather heard that you came back today and killed a chicken this morning."

"Why do you want to kill the chicken? You keep the eggs, and I will kill the chicken when I come back. If I come back a few more times, why don't you kill the chicken?"

"When the chicken is finished, it will be killed, and the chicken will be eaten for you." Grandma held Song Ci's hand and said with a smile.

"Then I must come back often." Song Ci said with a smile.

"Okay, okay." Grandma smiled happily when she heard the words, showing her broken teeth.

The fifth house on the left hand side of Songjiazhuang Village is Song Ci's house, but because his parents have gone to the city, the door is closed.

And across the road is his grandparents' house, where the aunt in the same village takes care of him on weekdays. Song Ci's parents will subsidize the aunt some money every month.

But because grandparents are in good health now, my aunt also helps to wash clothes and buy some daily necessities, so she doesn't need to take care of much.

Song Ci's grandfather and grandma are just the opposite. They are tall and strong. Even though they are old and a little hunchbacked, they can still see the demeanor of their youth. Song Ci has inherited many aspects from him, both in stature and appearance, they are very similar.

Seeing Song Ci coming back, he complained about why he didn't bring Nuan Nuan back with him, but his face was full of joy.

"I heard from your father that you quit your job? That's an iron rice bowl, how can you just quit?"

Grandpa was very unhappy with Song Ci's resignation from his job.

For the elderly, as long as they are human beings, they must have a job;

What's more, Song Ci is still a civil servant. Although he is the lowest-level traffic policeman, he is also an iron rice bowl. As long as there are no accidents, it is a lifetime job.

"The wages are too low."

"But the benefits are good, why do you..."

"Okay, okay, just say a few words, Mao Mao must have his own reasons, why do you worry so much, old man?"

Grandma interrupted Grandpa and didn't let him continue.

Seeing Song Ci holding the bowl, bowing his head and saying nothing, Grandpa could only sigh helplessly, and then asked, "Then what are you doing now?"

"It's a taxi," Song Ci said.

Good traffic police don't do it to open a taxi?What do you think?Song Huai only felt a puff of gas from his abdomen rushing straight to his forehead, and he was about to get angry, but when he saw Song Ci bowing his head to eat, he finally just asked helplessly, "Why?"

"Because there is a lot of money."

Song Huai was silent when he heard the words. The salary of the traffic police is indeed not high. Song Ci also told him before.

"I know it's a big burden for you to support your family alone, but the benefits of the traffic police are good."

Song Huai finally said something lightly and didn't continue.

In fact, Song Ci did not tell lies, but this is only one of the reasons, and the other reason is because of his wife Yun Chuyao.

Yun Chuyao and him are traffic policemen of the traffic police team. One night more than a year ago, they went to the elevated highway to check for drunk driving. Flying far away, he died directly.

Song Ci watched his wife die in front of him, leaving a great psychological shadow. If he didn't have a child, he might not be able to get out, but in the end he chose to resign.
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After lunch, Song Ci didn't stay long. He had something to do in the afternoon and was going back to Jiangcheng.

"You take this." Song Huai handed Song Ci something wrapped in a plastic bag.

"What is this?" Song Ci didn't pick up, he vaguely guessed something.

"This is 2 yuan, you use it first, and buy some delicious food for Nuan Nuan."

Song Ci felt warm when he heard this, but how could he accept their money.

Song Huai couldn't be more stubborn than Song Ci, and finally took the money back, planning to wait for Nuan Nuan to come back next time and give it directly to Nuan Nuan.

Song Ci took down the two cans of milk powder and two bottles of wine that had been kept in the trunk.

The milk powder is for grandma, which is very common elderly milk powder. The wine is for grandpa, which is also very common wine. Song Huai doesn’t drink much, but he is a bit addicted. He often likes to have a drink. It doesn’t matter if the wine is good or not. He likes drinking Feel.

"You didn't finish what you bought last time, and it was a waste of money." Grandma said so, but her face was full of smiles.

"It didn't cost much, grandpa and grandma, go back, I'm leaving." Song Ci opened the car door and got in.

"Be careful driving on the road." Grandpa hunched over and waved to Song Ci who was sitting in the driver's seat.

"Understood." Song Ci lightly stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove out slowly.

After the car drove out, Song Ci subconsciously glanced in the rearview mirror, and sure enough, he saw grandpa waving his hand and slowly following behind the car, while grandma stood behind with a cane and watched silently.

Song Ci stretched out his hand out of the window and shook his head, then stepped up the accelerator, and the car sped away until the two of them could no longer be seen, then slowed down again.

Today's weather is very good, the autumn is high and the air is crisp, the sun is warm on the body, but looking around, it is full of depression, the grass is withered and yellow, and people can't help but feel a sense of sadness.

Song Ci is very familiar with this road. When he was a child, he used this road every day to go to school. However, at that time, the road was full of dust on sunny days and muddy on rainy days.

When he glanced at a small shrine in the field ridge by the side of the road, Song Ci hesitated for a moment, and stopped the car by the side of the road.

(End of this chapter)