Sun Repair Guide

Chapter 161

I graduated from university, did not find a job, and returned to my hometown.A small town in the southwestern border.The monsoons from the Indian Ocean and the Pacific Ocean arrive on time every June, bringing the rainy season and the abundance of mountains and plains.I love my hometown.When my mentor asked me why I wanted to go back to my hometown.I answered him like this.

Sitting on the train, I fell asleep.When I woke up, I was thirsty and wanted to drink the water in the bag, only to find that the bag was gone.Fumbling in his trouser pocket for a while, he took out three yuan.When the dining car passed by, I bought a bottle of mineral water.I wanted to buy Coke, but it cost five yuan.I drank water and closed my eyes.Before falling asleep, I began to recall the contents of the bag.A coat, a newly bought mobile phone, and a wallet with ID cards, bank cards, and thousands of dollars.Seems like that's all.By the way, there is another book.What book?Can not remember.I fell asleep again.

I feel a cold wind getting into my ear, it hurts a bit.The man in the suit sitting next to me opened the window.The wind blew the lid of the instant noodle box over.The red oil that had cooled and solidified on the surface was also blown away.The smell of braised beef noodles is like an invisible snake, wandering in my nostrils, and the snake letter licks my nerves, making me want to vomit.The cold wind continued to blow my hot ears, and the humming in my cochlea made me feel irritable.

Can you close it?I said.The man in the suit glanced at me and said nothing.The windows creaked, and the wind that lingered in the ears was instantly replaced by the noise in the car, just like the feeling of being suddenly covered by a plastic bag.The surroundings were so quiet that there was only noise left.I propped my hands on the chair, trying to move my butt.

My bag reappeared, right where it was.As if it's always been there.The zipper was opened like a grinning toad.It croaked and told me it was just a dream.I put my hand in its mouth, the wallet is still there, the phone is still there.The money is gone.Books are gone.

I took out my coat and put it on.Hold!I cursed in my heart.What the hell is that book.I frantically searched my memory to no avail.

I turned on my phone and found a text message from an unfamiliar number.A short sentence: Brother, I took the money.I lock my phone screen.Looking out of the window, the train is on the bridge, and the bridge is shuttling through the white mist, and it looks like a lake outside.Is it the water mist transpiring on the lake, or the clouds falling from the sky.The boundary between the sky and the earth has become difficult to distinguish, as if I was in a fairyland, I heard countless sounds similar to the cry of toads, which ebbed and flowed.The moments when the gods are drinking and having fun, they seem to be trapped in transparent water bubbles, and the sound becomes blurred and indescribable.Finally, it became the cry of insects, and then the cry of frogs.I remember when I was a kid, when I climbed a tree to catch fireflies, I heard the chirping insects and frogs rushing towards me.In those quiet nights, I was fortunate enough to hear the joy of the gods.I thought it was the commotion not far away.In fact, that is the most distant laughter.And the living cannot comprehend such laughter.

The phone vibrated.The screen turned on, and another text message popped up: Brother, I just want the money, and I will return the phone to you.As for that book, I won’t return it to you. I quite like it.

I replied immediately: what is the name of that book?Failed to send.After resending, another red letter popped up, and the sending failed.I hit send desperately.Until the red exclamation point on the screen of the mobile phone forms a straight chain.I swipe the screen, and the red chain stretches like it has no end.

I locked the phone again and patted the man in the suit on the shoulder. He turned his head to look at me.

I said, can you open the window?
He wanted to swear, but he hesitated to speak, as if he was planning a suitable wording so that he would not look like a beast in his suit and leather shoes.Before he could swear, I leaned over and opened the window and threw the phone out.The man in the suit was taken aback, his anger turned into surprise.After he regained his composure, he quickly touched his bag and found that the phone was still there, so he was relieved.

The train then entered the tunnel and darkness fell.The window creaked again.I heard the slightly cautious voice of the man in the suit: Young man, are you in a bad mood?

I understood what he meant, so I replied: Don't worry, I'm not mentally ill.

I don't mean that.The man in the suit was a little embarrassed.Broke up with girlfriend?

No.

Performance Art?The man in the suit smiled.He takes pleasure in his wit and humor.

Yes, performance art.I said.

real?He had meant to make a joke.

real.I close my eyes.The train was dragged into the light.Artists don't need cell phones, and they don't need lights.I said again.Light once again filled the car.

But you are sitting on a train.The man in the suit let out a series of laughs.This is another witty and humorous answer.

I fell asleep again.

I was holding my grandfather's urn, with a black umbrella on my head.In order to prevent the urn from being exposed to sunlight, to ensure the rest of the deceased.

I asked the sorceress on the side, why not cover it with a black cloth.It's very inconvenient for me.

She quickly made a silent gesture to me.Meaning I disobeyed my grandpa.She brought the black umbrella, 200 yuan a piece, which is said to be a fairy umbrella blessed by the gods.What a poor god, the right of protection that took thousands of years to buy, was sent away with only 200 yuan.

I walked towards the gate of the crematorium, and the sorceress followed behind, throwing paper money, muttering something that I couldn't hear clearly.

The handle of the umbrella touched the corner of my bruised and swollen eye.The tears couldn't be controlled at all and kept streaming.I called the man who groomed the body.In fact, it should be called the undertaker.I've seen the movie "The Undertaker" and I don't think he deserves it.

In the room where the remains were kept, there was a strong smell of disinfectant, which was the last barrier between life and death, making the smell of corpses invisible.The three-blade fan tried to stir the almost frozen air, which moved slowly, forming a viscous wind.The man walked up to my grandpa holding his nose.

A few days?
Five days.

His face was so dark.All attracted flies.Just push it away and burn it.He glanced with disgust at the fly that had landed on his grandfather's forehead.His voice had a heavy nasal sound due to pinching his nose, making him appear even meaner.

What.I look at him.He was numb to me.

Makeup is fine too, this number.He held out two fingers.

twenty?

He waved his hand.two hundred.

My fist brought a gust of wind, which startled the fly that had landed.His teeth fell out.

Grandpa didn't put on makeup after all.His cheeks were sunken, and his black lips could no longer cover his teeth.I saw a box of ink pads in the sorceress bag.The sorceress saw that I was going to use the ink pad as the lipstick of the dead.Life or death will not wipe me a second time.In this way, grandpa became a Japanese geisha.There is a little red lip on the bottom of the middle.

That's it, Dad.

When we walked out of the crematorium gate, the sun was already setting.

You have to give me the money.Those people in your family are too stingy.The sorceress stuffed the leftover paper money into her bag.Counting the money for the umbrella, the total is 670 six.

You go to them.They have all my grandpa's money.

Hey, don't try to renege on your debt.The witch is in a hurry.

My wallet was stolen and I have no money now.

You can scan WeChat.She pointed to the green sign in her bag.

no mobile phone.

(End of this chapter)