Crazy criticism of the heroine as a god in the spirit world

Chapter 74 What is the reason
This old house holds so many memories for me, I have lived here for 22 years.

My beautiful childhood, my parents, and Grandma Du, their shadows are still in this house...

Want me to move out now, want me to live in that concrete house that has no human fireworks?

I sat in the empty hall with a sad face, looking at everything familiar in the room, it seemed that I had returned to my childhood.

This is a wooden bungalow built in an unknown year.

I only know that this house was renovated once during the period of the Republic of China, and because a company was stationed here at that time, it was rebuilt from a mountain temple that used to be here.

During the period of the Republic of China, it also served as a field hospital and a place of residence for troops and garrisons.

The house I live in now is the only main building left after the founding of the People's Republic of China. It is said that this house was the residence of the company commander at that time.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, other buildings were demolished because they were no longer needed, so some original buildings around the house disappeared, and a large courtyard surrounded the house!
Because this house is built on the mountain, there is a path up the mountain in the backyard, and there is a mountain spring passing by behind the house. At night, listening to the sound of the spring water and the chirping of cuckoos, falling asleep is a very wonderful thing .

The house is a double-layer sandwich wall, the ground is hollow, and the whole wooden floor.So this house can really be warm in winter and cool in summer.

In this city where the high temperature can reach [-] degrees in summer, I hide in this air-insulated room and never use the air conditioner in summer.

In winter, because the floor does not directly fall to the ground, but has a hollow floor, the stove is raised in the kitchen, and the stove leaves a channel to transmit the hot air to the whole house through the underground hollow floor, which is equivalent to installing floor heating.

I spent my whole childhood and school days here, as well as the good times I spent with my family!

When I was a child, I liked lying on a large smooth slab behind the house in spring, watching the sunflowers blooming all over the mountains, shining golden light in the sun.

The white clouds are so low overhead that they seem to float right in front of your eyes through the leaves...

Originally, the owner of this house was Granny Du!
Grandma Du's date of birth is not clear, but everyone in this crematorium knows that she is the one who has lived in this place the longest.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, this house was classified as state-owned, and because there were still boilers for cremating remains during the war, this place was converted into a crematorium.

But the old woman who lives in this house, Grandma Du, has always lived here.

My dad was transferred from the army in the early 90s and was assigned to drive a hearse in a crematorium. At that time, being able to drive was also a technical job, not like now, everyone can drive.

Therefore, it is reasonable for those who have driven cars in the army, and those who are brave enough to be assigned to the crematorium to drive hearses.

Because he is not an old employee who has been there since the crematorium was built, my dad is not eligible to live in the employee building built in the crematorium.

At that time, in order to solve the problem of housing, he resolutely agreed to live in this old house.

After the housing reform in [-], some people in the factory began to buy houses on their own, or as a welfare, the factory collected funds to buy commercial and residential buildings at one time for employees to live in.

But my dad has always been reluctant to live in a commercial building. Although the commercial and residential buildings are much more modern and not far from the crematorium, only ten minutes by car, he is unwilling to go.

When my dad first moved in, there were actually three families living in this house.

The family is Grandma Du. She has always been alone, and the other family is also an employee of the crematorium. For some reasons, she was not allocated a dormitory, and later moved out after the housing reform.

Anyway, when I was born, there was only our family and Grandma Du in this house.

Before I was seven or eight years old, my life was basically following Granny Du, because my dad often drove out during the day, and there was only one car in the field at that time, so it was very busy.

Because my mother doesn't like this place very much, and her health is not very good, she attributes her poor health to the overcast atmosphere in this house, so she seems to be in the hospital most of the time.

Although I didn't have much awareness of birth, old age, illness and death when I was young, in my memory, it was Grandma Du who took care of me a little more.

She was an ugly, gloomy old woman who couldn't speak a word a day.

But in this house, Granny Du, my father, my mother, and I are like a family.

I remember that Grandma Du passed away suddenly when I was seven years old, and her funeral was basically arranged by the old director of the factory and my dad.

Because no one knows how old she is actually, anyway, she doesn't know how long she has maintained the appearance of an old man in her seventies.

The crematorium is a place where life and death can be seen, so the people here more or less respect the things of the gods, although they don't say it with their mouths, they understand it in their hearts.

As for Granny Du, even the old field manager understood that she seemed to have a very important duty to stay here, and there must be a reason for her to leave.

This seems to be an open secret. Regarding her identity, everyone stays in a state of being able to comprehend her identity but not express it in words.

So I was brought up by Grandma Du, and I was regarded as a student of Grandma Du. Most of the so-called things that cannot be explained by science will listen to my opinions.

Although I didn't actually receive positive teaching from Granny Du about spiritual knowledge, it's really hard to say about the perception ability, and sometimes I can be fooled by it inadvertently.

Until, I officially became a laborer in the underworld, and only then did I open the door to my spiritual world.

Everything here has been engraved in my mind, wanting me to leave here, to leave all this familiar...

Besides, my father, my mother and the ashes of Grandma Du are still buried in the back of my house. If it is demolished here, isn't it...

no!Absolutely not!
After thinking about it, I actually felt a little wronged, my nose and eyes were sour, and tears started to roll, but I fought back.

I was thinking about it, but I was awakened by the knock on the door. I settled down and got up to open the door.

Standing outside the door are Director Peng, Zhang Yi and Xiong Xin!
When Zhang Yi and Xiong Xin saw me like this, they seemed to know that I was full of tears and must be sad, and they both gave me comforting glances.

Director Peng took a look at me, his face was indifferent, as if he would not give up until he took down my stubborn donkey today.

My face turned dark, and I didn't want to say anything, so I went back to the table in the house angrily and sat down.

The next three also walked in silently and sat down for a while.

The atmosphere seemed a bit chilly at one point, although it should be thirty degrees today!

"It's really cold in your house!" Director Peng was the first to say it.

"Saving air-conditioning costs, everyone advocates environmental protection now, my director Peng!" I said angrily.

"Hai Ling, what's the matter with you kid, you can't always stop the development in the field!"

"Development?" I stared at this fat, middle-aged man with a face full of surprise, and asked, "Develop what?"

"It's because you're ignorant. You see, we've been here for so many years. All the family buildings of our site next to your house were demolished. Now it's only your house that occupies the land here.

If this place is demolished, a large cemetery can be built in the mountainous area behind.

Now that there are so many private cemeteries, what is the reason why our crematorium occupies some space and does not use it? "

(End of this chapter)