The driver looked at Xu Lang who had been silent since he got into the car through the rearview mirror. He laughed and couldn't find a word. It seems that most drivers in the taxi industry like to talk to passengers to spend long working hours.
However, Xu Lang didn't even bother to chat with him. He leaned on the car window, looking at the slightly vague scene outside, and was a little bit stunned. The cabin was a little stuffy, and his addiction to cigarettes came on again.
Even if he had just smoked one, he silently took out the cigarette case again from his arms, drew a cigarette to his mouth, and then picked up the lighter.
But then the driver noticed Xu Lang's actions, and said, "My friend, it is stipulated that smoking should not be allowed in the car as much as possible now, and it will be difficult for me to clean up at that time."
Xu Lang had a meal, and then looked at the sticker on the co-pilot, which said that smoking is not allowed in the car, and offenders are fined.
He retracted his gaze, and at the same time placed the lighter by his hand, took out two banknotes from his pocket and handed them over.
"This is fine."
In the driver's stunned eyes, Xu Lang took the lighter in his hand again. The flames sprang up under the friction of his thumb, and the smell of cigarette burning slowly diffused in the closed compartment.
Xu Lang let out a long sigh of relief, slightly raised his head and spit out a smoke ring, and then put down the car window glass. The patter of rain was blown into the car by the wind, and half of Xu Lang's shoulder was wetted.
But it seems that he enjoys this kind of wind and rain very much and can bring him a moment of peace. Remember URL
Looking at this scene, the driver glanced distressedly at the cushion in the back seat of the car, but then squeezed the two banknotes in his hand.
He thinks Xu Lang should go to the Tiantang River Cemetery to worship. He is a son of a wealthy family who is not in a good mood. This situation is not easy to say. Finally endured it.
Tiantanghe Cemetery is not too far away from the "Willing News Agency". It is also one of the only two cemeteries in Shanghai and Haihai City.
The deceased buried there are basically either rich or expensive, and the price is very high. Most people choose the Changling Mountain Cemetery.
And because Xu Lang passively owed the skinning evil spirit a piece of skin, Changlingshan Cemetery could not be visited again in his life, so he had to choose the more expensive cemetery.
But for the executor, real-world money is just a number.
The taxi drove on wet roads in rainy days and did not dare to speed too fast. Xu Lang did not urge him. During this period of time in the car, he smoked cigarettes and watched the backward scene outside the window. It would be more comfortable to get caught in the rain. .
It took about half an hour before the taxi heard the entrance of a cemetery with an extremely luxurious facade.
The driver parked the car, with a smile on his face, turned his head and looked at Xu Lang who was still outside the window and reminded: "My friend, the Tiantang River Cemetery is here, it's 32 yuan in total."
Xu Lang was brought back from the tranced spiritual world. He had a pause, then woke up, glanced at the cold outside, then took out a banknote, grabbed the umbrella and turned away.
The driver looked at Xu Lang outside the car. He made three hundred yuan in such a short time, which made him a little speechless. After making a big noise, he drove away.
Xu Lang stood upright at the gate of the cemetery like a pine, with his necrotic left hand in his pocket, and a black umbrella in his right hand with black leather gloves. For the first time he was dressed so solemnly and stopped in a cemetery in darkness. Outside.
The umbrella was lifted slightly and looked upward. It was a long white step leading to the mountain. It was a bit high and it was hard to see what was on the top.
The continuous rainwater fell from the bottom of the umbrella and broke into pieces on Xu Lang's brand new leather shoes. At the same time, he stepped out and threw the remaining raindrops toward the other side, a man glowing with a melancholic temperament. , Just gently opened his lips and let out a mouthful of white mist, and walked into the Paradise River!
What he didn't know was that when he set foot on the cemetery, a taxi that followed him all the way also stopped for a long time.
After seeing Xu Lang walking halfway up the mountain, another man in black with an umbrella gradually appeared in the taxi, but compared with Xu Lang, his appearance and temperament were completely opposite.
This man is obviously more eye-catching. His perfect figure under the black suit is exposed, especially when the umbrella eaves is raised, his bright eyes are like gems that do not belong to the mortal world. With a hint of brown, it is dazzling.
"Choose the cemetery... why don't you call me."
With such an inexplicable word left in place, the man began to follow Xu Lang's departure and walked towards the Tiantang River Cemetery.
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"Mr. Xu? Come here with me!"
In the atmosphere of this place, the young and beautiful waitress with a slightly stiff smile, holding a cup of still steaming tea, graciously led Xu Lang to a location on a large map.
Xu Lang glanced briefly. It should be the zoning map of the cemetery. There are many cemeteries in each area. Some of them have been sold. However, he glanced at an area called "Tian Shou Yuan", which is for sale. There are more locations and should be available.
"Mr. Xu, can you tell me which deceased you chose for the grave? I can also recommend a more suitable location for you."
The waitress seemed to be fortunate to be able to meet Xu Lang, a "client" in this weather, and if this one was negotiated, she might be able to make a lot of money.
Xu Lang watched the receptionist approach again holding hot tea, he held the umbrella between the two with some resistance, then lifted it to point to the "Tian Shou Garden" with the most vacancies.
"I want that piece of land."
The waitress smiled, and then she saw the location pointed by Xu Lang, and suddenly smiled even more. "Mr. Xu has a unique vision. Tianshouyuan is the best location in Feng Shui tomb here. The descendants and the deceased rest in peace. It’s the best choice... ”
Xu Lang waved his hand to prevent her from recounting, and said bluntly: "I have wrapped up that piece. You can calculate the price."
The waitress was stunned, her eyelids jumped and she couldn't believe it. She blinked and looked at Xu Lang, and said with a trembling, "Mr. Xu, how many people do you want to choose a grave for? Tianshou Garden has 17 empty graves. Ah, did you want it all?"
Xu Lang lowered his head and silently counted how many people's cemetery he was going to choose. He hadn't seriously counted this question all this way.
"Mo Ye, Zhang Qingyu, He Xiao, Cheng Guoguo, Zhu Zixing, Gao Yiyuan, Song Zhuoyan, Song Zhuoming, Wu Cheng, Bai Mei, Wuming, Zero, Me, and Yan Yan..."
He has a headache, but fortunately, the cemetery is enough now, otherwise so many people really can't hold it, not counting the other people who remember their names.
In the above list, most of them have had some friendship with him, and now they want to choose the cemetery and buy them together.
When he agreed to Song Zhuoming's promise, Xu Lang had basically thought about it. If he was lucky enough to survive a daydream, he would choose a cemetery for himself. At least this would be the last trace of his existence in the world.
"It looks like it's going to be a grave of fourteen people."
The waitress was dumbfounded, and she looked at Xu Lang blankly, "Mr. Xu... Have you had so many relatives who have passed away? No, no, no!" She immediately explained as if she had said something wrong, "I mean what I mean. , You need to know that to choose a tomb, you must register your real name and a death certificate. You have said fourteen in a series, including yourself..."
Xu Lang didn't care, nor did she pay attention to the death certificates she said. Don't mention the proofs when those people died. No corpses were left. They just chose a hole and there was a monument.
He stretched out his hand and took out a bank card from his pocket and put it in the hand of the waitress: "The card is two million. There is a lot of 100,000 left in a tomb in Tianshouyuan. You can handle it yourself. I only need this ten. Four cemeteries!"
Before the waitress had time to speak, the door of the hall was pushed open again.
Xu Lang turned around subconsciously, but saw a man who was supposed to sleep in the newspaper. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Why are you here?"
This person who has always followed Xu Lang is of course Yan Yan, and there are only two of them left in the newspaper.
Yan Yan shook the raindrops on her body, did not rush to reply Xu Lang's words, but looked at the waitress and said, "You don't need to add Yan Yan's name, we only need 13 tombs!"
"You..."
The waitress looked at Xu Lang embarrassingly again. She had been confused by these two men. She had never seen such a strange guest, such a strange request.
"I have written down the names of the people I mentioned earlier. You can decide how to arrange them. I don't have anything. I don't need to bury anything in the tomb. Just engrave the names of those people on the tombstone. It's very simple. Call me at the end."
Xu Lang looked at the hesitant waitress and said his request, and then walked directly side by side with Yan Yan, without giving her another chance to refuse.
The waitress looked at the light bank card in her hand, but the numbers in it made her feel very heavy. Now there are no colleagues present. She has worked for so many years, and it is not that she has never seen similar requirements, but this time the number is a bit too much. .
But after clenching her teeth several times, she bit her head and took out her mobile phone and dialed a call.
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"Originally it was just a promise, and then I chose myself and the graves of those people together. It was not in vain."
Once again, Xu Lang took out a lighter and lit a cigarette. He stood side by side with Yan Yan in the rain under an umbrella. Standing on the top of the mountain with his eyes squinted, he couldn't help but broaden his heart as he looked at the lush and vast open space.
Yan Yan didn't speak. The reason why he didn't choose a tomb for himself was simple. He still stubbornly remained confident, even if it was the newspaper itself, the unimaginable evil spirit that he had to face in seven days.
Of course, he does not need to choose a cemetery for himself, because he knows that no one will send him a bouquet of flowers in front of the grave.
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Don't think these two chapters are water, I think they are very handsome, sad and handsome. (End of this chapter)