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Jia Youcai turned his head to look at the fat man in the back seat who was struggling desperately with the car door, and then looked at his beloved car with a pained expression.

The shock absorbers of the old man's car had been pushed to the bottom, and the whole car tilted to the right by nearly 15 degrees.

Jia Youcai's heart was bleeding.

This is his pink memory!

The pink memories that accompanied him on his travels across the country for more than ten years!

How many elderly women sat in the passenger seat of this car, enjoying the sunset with him?

Now it's going to be crushed by a 250-pound fat monk?

"Bang!"

The rear doors finally closed.

Chu Sheng sat in the back row, sweating profusely; he had filled ninety percent of that space.

He clasped his hands together, panting, and said, "Let's go."

"I'm already inside."

Jia Youcai looked constipated as he turned his head for one last look at the back row.

My beloved car is now groaning in a way I've never experienced before.

That wasn't the sound of machinery; it was a pink old man's electric scooter protesting its fate.

Jia Youcai took a deep breath, turned around, and nervously turned the key.

The engine sputtered and chugled.

He stepped on the electric switch.

The pink old man's music slowly started to move.

But that speed...

Thirty miles per hour.

At most, it's thirty miles per hour.

It's not much faster than walking.

Jia Youcai usually drives at least 40 miles per hour on the road.

But now this car has reached its limit.

Even with the accelerator floored, the speedometer needle didn't budge.

The red warning light on the instrument panel was still flashing wildly, as if telling Jia Youcai, you old bastard, if you accelerate again, I'll self-destruct right here and now!

Jia Youcai wanted to cry but had no tears.

This is ultimately my own pink memory, bearing a weight that its size shouldn't have to carry.

Yang Guang sat in the passenger seat, holding Er Lengzi in his arms, and glanced at the back seat.

Chu Sheng's face was distorted from being squeezed so much that he had nowhere to put his arms and could only hug his big belly.

But this guy actually looked quite pleased with himself, a smile playing on his lips: "Brother Guang, although this senior's car is a bit cramped, it's all about fate."

"Amitabha Buddha, let everything be as it may."

Jia Youcai glanced at Chu Sheng in the rearview mirror, and his lips twitched violently twice.

Let it be?

Your 250 pounds of meat in my car is just a matter of fate.

Why don't you just go to heaven and let things take their course?

Jia Youcai held back for a long time, but finally couldn't help but speak up: "Brother, could your friend lose some weight?"

"My vehicle is designed to carry two people, two people of normal weight!"

"He's taking up three people's spots, how am I supposed to get this car?!"

Seeing Jia Youcai's face, which looked like he was about to cry, Yang Guang quickly changed the subject.

If we don't distract him, this old man is really going to start howling while holding onto the steering wheel.

That'll make for a spectacular scene.

An elderly man in his seventies was driving a pink electric scooter and weeping bitterly on the main road.

I don't need to worry about the headline of the social section of the Fengdu Evening News tomorrow.

Yang Guang coughed lightly and said expressionlessly, "Old Jia, drive the car to the gravesite of Boss Zhou's father from last time."

Jia Youcai was feeling sorry for his pink memories when he heard this and was stunned.

He turned to look at Yang Guang, his face full of suspicion: "Going over there?"

"Hasn't everything over there been taken care of?"

"Why are you still going there?"

"Wandering around a cemetery in the middle of the night, are you going to pay respects to the deceased or just taking a walk?"

Yang Guang did not respond.

He leaned back in the passenger seat, the simpleton in his arms curled up in a ball, his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, darting around.

Yang Guang kept thinking about this matter.

We can't just let this go about the matter of seventy or eighty ghosts!

In addition, there was no news from Taigu either.

Yang Guang had wanted to visit that cemetery for a long time, but he had been too busy with one thing after another lately.

I finally got He Qiang's matter sorted out today, so I took the opportunity to stroll around there.

However, he didn't say these things to Jia Youcai.

He wouldn't understand even if I explained it to him.

Yang Guang, with his hands in his pockets, said, "Never mind why, you'll know when we get there."

"Tell me about your business first."

"What boss?"

"What are the details of this business?"

Upon hearing the word "business," Jia Youcai's old face instantly perked up.

I was just feeling sorry for the pink memories, but now I've completely forgotten about it.

He gripped the steering wheel with one hand, while gesturing wildly in the air with the other, his grin stretching to the back of his head.

"Brother, you have no idea!"

"This is a huge job!"

"Last week, a boss surnamed Chen contacted me through a friend."

"He's in the building materials business; several construction sites belong to him."

"That spectacle, wow."

"The logo on that car he drives is enough to buy three of my Pink Memories cars."

Yang Guang's lips twitched.

Is this what you call showing off?

Jia Youcai, completely unaware of the implications of his words, continued rambling on, "This Boss Chen said something happened back in his hometown."

"His hometown is a village called Shuitangba, located below Fengdu."

It started raining a while ago.

"I didn't think much of it at first. It's the South, isn't it normal for it to rain?"

"And then the rain just wouldn't stop."

Yang Guang casually asked, "How long has it been raining?"

"It's been a month and a half!"

Yang Guang frowned slightly. A month and a half?

"And it wasn't the kind of light drizzle."

Jia Youcai's expression also became serious: "Boss Chen said that it was indeed drizzling at first, but the rainfall would increase a little every few days."

"It has now escalated to the level of a torrential downpour."

"The most crucial thing is!"

"The weather forecast for the entire Fengdu area doesn't show any rain there!"

"I'm referring to that area of ​​their village!"

"About half a mile outside the village, the sky was clear as if nothing was wrong!"

Yang Guang's brows furrowed even more.

Localized rainfall?

It lasted for a month and a half without interruption?

And the rainfall is increasing day by day?

This thing is so complex that even weather forecasters can't explain it, and if you brought in experts from the meteorological bureau, they would all crash on the spot.

Yang Guang sat up straight, and Er Lengzi in his arms sensed the change in his emotions and perked up his ears.

"Go on."

Jia Youcai nodded: "Boss Chen is mainly worried about their family's ancestral graves."

"The Chen family's ancestral graves are on the hill behind the village. If the rain continues like this, the hill behind the village might be prone to landslides."

"If the ancestral graves are washed away, that would be a big problem."

"So he wants me to go over and see what's going on. He'll give me 300,000 if I can solve the problem."

Three hundred thousand.

Yang Guang's eyes lit up. If they could split 300,000 into 150,000, that would be enough for their living expenses for a while.

But whether or not we can get the money depends on what kind of situation this is all about.

Chu Sheng, who was in the back row, also heard this and interjected with his hands clasped together: "Brother Guang, it's unusual for it to rain continuously for a month and a half, and only in one area."

"nonsense!"

"If this were normal, I would just have you go and perform a ritual to help Yu pass on to the afterlife."

Jia Youcai glanced at Yang Guang and asked doubtfully, "Brother, how should we arrange this job?"

"Boss Chen is urging us quite a bit, saying it would be best if we could go there in the next couple of days."

Yang Guang nodded: "Let's go to Zhou Laoliu's grave first."

"After I've finished looking around, I'll go to the pond with you later."

"OK!"