The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1244 Injury

Qing Ling stepped on Tang Dao and landed next to Gao Yang.

She was wearing a camel-colored horn-buttoned coat, with her hands in her pockets, her face cold, and her shoulder-length black hair lightly slapping her cheeks.

"It's cold outside." Qing Ling said.

"It's better to be colder," Gao Yang said. "After I wake up, I always feel breathless."

"Your injury hasn't healed yet." Qing Ling said.

"Yes."

"It's not just the injuries on the body." Qing Ling added.

Gao Yang was stunned for a moment and asked, "What about you?"

"I'm not hurt." Qingling paused for a moment, then added as if a little unconvinced: "I've been getting stronger."

"Yes." Gao Yang smiled faintly.

Qing Ling jumped off Tang Dao and sat side by side with Gao Yang.

It wasn't until the first round of fireworks was set off in the yard that Qing Ling said, "What are you thinking about? Don't think about it at all."

In front of Qing Ling, Gao Yang has always been very honest: "I'm thinking about last year's New Year's Eve. Originally, Wang Zikai, Chu Xue, and Gao Xinxin and I were going to set off fireworks together, but the horse suddenly died suddenly, and Gao Xinxin and I rushed back to the Xia Shui base. "

"I left again after taking care of the horse matter, and Gao Xinxin stayed in Xia Shui. I couldn't spend the entire New Year with her. We have spent the New Year together since we were young, and that was the only time I didn't spend the entire New Year with her. . Her grandparents and parents are gone. I am her only relative, but I left her behind..."

Qing Ling was silent.

Gao Yang lowered his head and looked at his hands, "How could I be so cruel?"

Qing Ling faced the night wind, her voice a little softer: "Gao Yang, do you miss her now?"

Gao Yang nodded.

"Then go see her." Qing Ling said.

Gao Yang was startled and understood what Qing Ling meant.

He didn't answer, his body was shaking slightly and he couldn't control it at all.

Qing Ling tucked the hair on one side of her face behind her ear, revealing her fair neck, "Gao Yang, do you know what my dream was before I woke up?"

Gao Yang shook his head.

Qing Ling had never told him about what happened before his awakening. This was the first time that the word "dream" came out of Qing Ling's mouth.

Qing Ling's eyes were serious: "I told you, you can't laugh."

Gao Yang nodded.

Qing Ling said: "I want to be an adult who helps at funerals."

"Help?" Gao Yang was a little unsure. "Yes." Qing Ling looked at the mountains under the moonlit night: "It is a custom in the countryside that when someone dies, a funeral team will come over, set up a shed in the front yard, set up a mourning hall in the living room, put out a three-day flowing mat, and beat gongs and drums. The firecrackers went off endlessly, and the family members knelt in the mourning hall and kowtowed whenever someone came to express their condolences.”

"Very familiar." Gao Yang also grew up in the countryside and knew it very well.

Qing Ling nodded and continued: "The funeral team alone is not enough. The villagers and elders also come to help on a voluntary basis. They are mostly adults in their forties and fifties, both men and women. This is the kind of person I want to be."

Gao Yang listened quietly.

"After my parents died, my aunt held a funeral for them in their hometown in the countryside. It was my first time in mourning. I was very confused and didn't know anything. An uncle led me every day, where to stand, where to kneel, and where to go. Eating, kowtowing to whom, and when to do things are all arranged in an orderly manner.”

"Other helpers are like this too, greeting people, serving tea and water, coordinating the work of the funeral team, assigning seats to the flowing water mats, taking note of the people who come to express condolences... Everyone knows what they have to do, and the chaos of the funeral is all up to them. Operation."

Qing Ling stopped and thought about what to say for a while: "These helpers knew the deceased people, and some were related to each other, so they were humane and would not look on coldly, but they were not particularly familiar with the deceased people, so they would not be sad. Even if you are sad, you can get things done with a stable mood..."

Qing Ling brushed the hair covering her ears again: "In short, they are very professional and skilled, and they always have something to do. They always shuttle to every place of the funeral, immersed in work, and sometimes they yell. To deal with some emergencies, I would occasionally take a break from the busy work and stand in the backyard, in a corner, or on a field edge to smoke a cigarette. While smoking, my face was blank and I didn't think about anything. When I was halfway through smoking, I heard someone calling me, and I hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt. , plunged into the chaotic crowd again..."

Gao Yang closed his eyes and could imagine the scene.

He was surprised that Qing Ling, who had always been a man of few words, could speak so vividly.

"These helpers are not the protagonists in the funeral, and few people pay attention to them, but they have their own place and know what they are going to do. They will always..."

Qing Ling unconsciously emphasized her tone: "Never be confused."

Qing Ling looked into the distance: "I was deeply attracted by these helpers at the time. I hope to become such a person when I grow up."

Gao Yang didn't know what to say.

Qing Ling continued, "Within a year, my dream was shattered."

"Awakened?" Gao Yang guessed.

Qing Ling shook her head, "No, I attended another funeral, the funeral of the helper uncle."

Gao Yang was stunned.

"He died in a car accident and was lying in a coffin in the mourning hall. My aunt and I went to express our condolences, and a helper led his son, who was in high school, to kowtow to us."

Qing Ling's eyes were lowered, "After I got home that day, I was very sad and cried for a long time. I figured it out, even if I can be a cool supporting role at someone else's funeral and stay out of it, one day I will still lie down Go into a coffin and be the clueless protagonist at your own funeral.”

Qing Ling looked at Gao Yang with gentle and compassionate eyes: "Gao Yang, everyone is the same, we can't escape."

Qing Ling finished speaking.

She had never told anyone about this, not even Qing Ling, but tonight, she suddenly wanted to tell Gao Yang, and she thought Gao Yang would definitely understand.

At some point, two lines of tears streaked down the boy's pale face.

His voice trembled slightly, and his broken eyes showed painful pleading: "I want... to see Xinxin."

Qing Ling gently grabbed Gao Yang's hand: "I'll accompany you."

(End of this chapter)