Xu Lang took a puff of cigarette. The burning cigarette was slightly wetted by the rain, and it smelled like it was gone. This feeling made him slightly uncomfortable, but he continued to smoke.
Yan Yan held the umbrella, stood in the drizzle and slapped the drops of water on his sleeves, and said softly, "Actually, I was hungry and woke up."
Xu Lang heard a smile at the corner of his mouth, and asked easily: "How did you know that I was out of the newspaper?"
"You and me are the only two people that can be active in the newspaper. The sound of the thick metal lighter sounds in a quiet environment, and the penetrating power is not small." Yan Yan shrugged and said casually.
His reason is relatively simple, and his words are also very casual, but this kind of relaxed words contains cruel reality.
Newspaper, only two of them are left.
Xu Lang nodded, his attention was always placed on the green grass in front of him. There are a large number of tombs in the remote location, and the dead are buried in the world that are about to be forgotten.
It seems that the existence of the cemetery is not important to the dead, only the living people care.
In the silence and the sound of rain, Yan Yan turned his head, looked at the man whose body was half-hidden by the umbrella, and whispered: "Did you not hear me? I'm hungry."
"Damn it, there are people ordering takeaways in the cemetery in this weather!" A man in a helmet wearing an orange and eye-catching outfit, carrying two fast foods, struggling to climb the long, endless steps.
Delivering food to the Tiantanghe Cemetery was something he had never encountered before. If it weren’t for the reward money that far exceeded the price of the food, he wouldn’t be willing to take this order, especially since there are such high steps here. He is exhausted.
While cursing, he had to climb up again.
He was out of breath when he delivered two takeaways that had been packaged wet by rain to the two men standing on the hillside.
"The two... takeaways are here!"
It was only at this moment that he saw the man among the two umbrella umbrellas turning his head. After marveling at the handsome appearance of the man, he took the one hundred dollar bill handed by the man in amazement and froze in place.
"You can go now." The handsome man's words were like the clear rain of the summer solstice, which made people feel a little cold.
"Oh oh oh!" The takeaway man reacted. He didn't expect that there would be a tip when he was delivered to the top of the mountain. This was beyond his expectation. At the same time, he completely eliminated the fatigue before and went down the mountain happily.
"You just ask me to eat this?"
The two who withdrew under the eaves opened the package, revealing the already somewhat cool fast food box inside, and yanked the lunch box forward, questioning Xu Lang.
Xu Lang took apart the bamboo chopsticks, picked a wooden thorn, grabbed one at random, and started eating after smelling it, and said vaguely: "Some of them are good."
Yan Yan looked at the lunch box in his palm. There was some vegetable soup overflowing in it, and the soaked rice. The hunger that he had just mentioned disappeared. He silently put the lunch box down, plugged in the straw, and drank it. Drink.
Because it was wet by the rain, the taste of the drink was very good. After swallowing, he let out a long sigh of relief.
Turning his head and looking at Xu Lang, who was slightly bent over and was picking rice in his mouth, a smile could not help but a smile appeared in his eyes, and he asked softly: "Do you have any relatives alive?"
Xu Lang took a meal with his fingertips, then lifted his head from the meal, took out a napkin and wiped the tip of his nose with the rice grains. His food has always been poor, and he said with some embarrassment, "There is an aunt. But I forgot where I lived."
"You experienced the task of a newspaper when you were a child. Your parents died. From then on, your aunt should have been taking care of you, right?" Yan Yan habitually bit the straw and asked casually.
Xu Lang tilted his head slightly, looking at the rainy weather outside, his eyes were a little bleak: "After that year, my actual experience was erased by the newspaper, and everyone around me told me that my memory was wrong..."
When he said this, he held up the lunch box again, the bottom was wet with raindrops, and it was a bit cold.
"My aunt is a relatively snobbery woman. Anyway, after my parents died, I left a certain amount of money. I took away some of it, and I broke away from my aunt. Life is not a problem."
Yan Yan nodded, as if speaking like this, Xu Lang and his situation were similar.
However, his experience seemed to be a little bit worse. He knew that his parents were alive, but it was a pity that no one wanted to care about him.
Yan Yan doesn’t have any hatred. He has been used to it since he was a child. Perhaps he would not have become such a person without the abandonment of his parents. He is quite satisfied with his current self. One mission is dead.
"Have you ever thought about finding your parents?" Xu Lang's voice was a little dull as he ate.
Yan Yan shook his head silently. He had never thought about this issue. Even with his current identity, it was easy to find two people.
"After grandma's death, I have no relatives."
When he said this, he didn't have any emotions like Xu Lang. It was simple and pure. He no longer needed relatives.
Yan Yan stretched out his hand to pull out the straw from the cup, opened the lid and drank the rest of it in one gulp, not like drinking a drink, but like drinking alcohol.
Then he turned his head and glanced at Xu Lang who was devouring him, and asked a little disgustedly: "Is it really that delicious?"
Xu Lang took the time to glance at him and ignored him. He is too busy now.
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"Mr. Xu, all the thirteen tombs you want have been selected!"
When Xu Lang and Yan Yan returned to the office, Xu Lang once again returned to that externally indifferent man. No one knew that he actually had a hippie side.
The waitress was still filled with a bright smile, and greeted him cordially, as if Xu Lang was a close friend to her.
"Since your request is not very complicated, I am an emergency contact and will handle it for you as soon as possible. There are only a few names on the empty tombstone. This should meet your request."
Xu Lang nodded in satisfaction, and then looked at Yan Yan beside him, as if asking him what he had to say.
Yan Yan shrugged: "Look at what I am doing, you are in control of your affairs."
Xu Lang didn't say anything more, waved to the waitress, and said lightly: "Then take us there."
"Okay, please come here."
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Xu Lang didn't seem to have encountered such a thing. He stopped in the rain with an umbrella, and on the white tombstone in front of him that was beaten by the wind and rain but motionless, his name was written on it.
Xu Lang, standing in front of his tomb, lingered.
Yan Yan was strolling on the other side. He walked past the graves of people with familiar names, muttering a few words every time he passed by, as if saying goodbye to those people.
Out of care, there are mixed yellow and white flowers in front of the thirteen tombs, but these bouquets have long been wet and disturbed by the clear rain, and some scattered flower pieces are still stained on the soles of Yan Yan’s feet and crushed. Mud.
Xu Lang looked at the tombstone in front of him, feeling a little strange in his heart. At first, he only built this tomb in a single thought, which was considered to have left traces of his life.
But now stopping here, many fragments of memory appeared in his mind...
Xu Lang's head hurts more and more, his vision shifted, and some memories that belonged to him alone, and memories that did not belong to him began to gradually recover...
His right hand trembled for no apparent reason, and the umbrella slipped from his hand, causing him to be completely exposed to the drizzle of rain. The cold rain hit his pale face, like a warning, but like a reminder!
Xu Lang didn't know what was going on. He stubbornly covered his head with his right hand, trying to relieve the worsening pain. His figure was even more desolate in the rain and looked very lonely!
The origin of the accident is just that he built a tomb of his own!
Yan Yan heard the movement behind him and turned his head subconsciously, and in that moment, he seemed to see the figure in the rain...
Is Xu Lang
But it didn't seem to be the case. Under the extremely short glimpse of 0.01 second, he actually felt that the struggling figure was so strange, it was not the Xu Lang he had in mind!
But immediately, things turned around again. The man who was half kneeling on the ground with his head in his arms was his only friend right now.
Yan Yan even wondered in amazement whether he had an illusion just now, because that feeling was too short-lived. He was so brief that he was always alert and he was not sure if Xu Lang's figure was blurred because of the wind and rain!
He ran quickly, helped Xu Lang up from the ground, looked at the trembling face that was getting paler, and asked softly: "What's wrong with you?"
But Xu Lang stretched out his hand and pushed him away, his wet hair pressed against his forehead, his lens was completely blurred, but he still walked hard towards the rest of the tomb.
"Zhu Zixing...the confinement place..."
"Anonymous...Peach Blossom Spring Festival..."
"Mo Ye... Yin Yang Road..."
"Zhang Qingyu...nightmare proposal..."
"Song Zhuoming, Song Zhuoyan... Room 7 games..."
"Wu Cheng, Bai Mei, Zero...Daydream..."
"He Xiao, Cheng Guoguo... Infinite Hell..."
"Gao Yiyuan... Death covers his eyes..."
Faces, missions, and past memories began to recover from his mind. These are the people and things he has experienced. They are exactly the same as in the memory, but they are not complete. It seems that he has lost a part of it at this time. memory.
But Xu Lang clearly remembers everything he encountered and experienced since he entered the newspaper office!
"What the hell did I forget? I...what did I lose?" Xu Lang couldn't hold it this time. He collapsed with his head in his arms, lying in the middle of the cemetery, letting the raindrops falling from the sky hit his face. But can't wake up.
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When the Tiantanghe cemetery finally no longer had a living, and the sky dimmed, the line of 13 tombstones had been washed away by the rain for a long time, and the flowers in front of the grave were no longer fresh, scattered all around, in chaos.
At this time, a person who was completely wrapped in a black windbreaker slowly came to the front of these graves with an umbrella. He walked very slowly, passing by the graves of one executor after another, as if a little lingering.
The eaves of the umbrella are so low that you can't see the person's face at all, but the hair that is blown by the wind is very long, as if it hasn't been taken care of for a long time. The mixed black and white hair looks more like gray, which adds to him. A trace of bleak temperament.
Until his footsteps stopped, and the tombstone in front of him was brand new but a little old.
The gray-haired man finally lifted his umbrella slightly. His face was skeletal and firm, about thirty years old, but his eyes were full of the vicissitudes of life accumulated over the years. Haze, without the slightest brilliance, the whole body exudes a depressed breath.
He slowly stretched his hand into his arms, took out a pack of cigarettes that had never been opened from his pocket, and placed it in front of the grave.
The man's gray hair was fluttering in the wind, his clothes were hunting, and he looked at the tombstone with the word "Xu Lang" inscribed, as if he had never spoken many thoughts, and his voice was extremely hoarse and weird.
"I said that you were not allowed to enter the newspaper... Is this destined tragedy at its end again..."
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PS: It's the guessing session again, guess it. (End of this chapter)