Sun Repair Guide

Chapter 163 Reward Order

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.

Who doesn't have a cell phone these days.If you are really filial, don't lose your grandfather's face.

He has already given you money.

The witch obviously didn't expect me to say that.She had already folded the Taoist robe she had just taken off and was about to stuff it into her bag.Her movements paused for a moment, and then she smiled all over her face: What's the matter.But forget it, your grandfather and I are old acquaintances.Money, I don't want it.But I have to return this umbrella.She pointed to the black umbrella and said.

I bent down and loosened the neck holding the umbrella.then.I said.

The orange sun shines directly on the urn.I can see a black crack.

Your family is really nothing.The witch put away the umbrella.

I know.I stared at the crack, which seemed to be getting wider and wider.

I went to them and asked for money.They told me, whoever invited you to ask whoever you want to go.How do I get to!Doesn't this curse me to death!Wicked!she said to herself.

I have no home.

The sorcerer became more and more excited as she spoke.If it was back then, I would have... What did you say?she asked.

nothing.I go first.

I go back to that home.They are eating.

Back, where are the ashes?The one who spoke was Wang Xiuli, grandpa's daughter.Grandpa has five children.Wang Xiuli is the boss.They are discussing how to divide the money.Seeing me walk in, he stopped talking.

outside the door.I saw Wang Xiuli holding a wad of money in her hand.The sun slanted even more.

You take the two thousand.You also know that the old man's funeral cost a lot of money.That's all there is to it.And that house cannot be lived in for you.Your brother will be getting married next month.As she spoke, she took out a few more coins from the wad of money and waved them in front of my eyes.This five hundred is your gift money.

Five hundred is not enough.I'll give you two thousand.

When night falls, the outline of the mountain still glows orange.Now, that was the only light in the world.

Dad, do you know where my parents are?Let's burn the hornet's nest.The creditor came to ask for money, and grandpa begged for a long time before he agreed to use wasp cubs to pay off the debt.

I was stung by a wasp.There was a big lump on my forehead.Grandpa said that I look like an old fairy holding a fairy peach in a New Year picture.He too was bitten, and his eyes were swollen and narrowed.

have no idea.I haven't seen your parents either.

So where do I come from.

It was picked up by a tiger.Grandpa tried his best to open his swollen and crowded eyes, so as to see the rugged mountain road clearly.

Why doesn't the tiger eat me?When I look up, I can see the high forehead.I felt like something had fallen on it, thought it was a wasp again, and waved my hand.Ouch, I screamed strangely.The thing flew away.

I was beaten to death.Grandpa’s face also began to swell.

I do not believe.I said.

Grandpa didn't speak.It should be that the mouth is too swollen to open.I wonder.

I bought some vegetable seeds and a stick of ham at the town market.Hike up the hill to the cabin.It took about three hours to touch the mountain road, and when we got there, there was light rain in the sky.I plan to pick mushrooms later, and then make soup with ham.Make it my supper.

In the evening, I plan to recultivate the deserted vegetable field.There is a mist in the mountains, birds are singing in the forest, and there are streams in the valley.I don't feel cold, just drank a few cups of bayberry wine brewed by my grandfather.There is a warm current in the stomach.

I was a little drunk and recalled what Wang Xiuli said to me yesterday evening.When Wang Xiuli suddenly used the word "back then" to start a narrative, my head buzzed.My hands started shaking for no reason.

Back then, he brought back a golden-haired cub from the mountain.He was going to kill it and sell its hide to a fur trader.Then use the money to pay off the debts owed by the family.But the next day, the little tiger cub disappeared.He was terrified, thinking that he had offended the mountain god, so he invited a witch to relieve the disaster for his family.Then, he picked you up.After Wang Xiuli finished speaking, she turned and left.

It was getting dark.I went into the room, lay on the bed, and fell asleep unconsciously.

When I awoke, the moon was blindingly bright, and I heard a roar.

The birds flapped their wings and flew deeper into the forest.

I have no sleep at all.He took out the shotgun hidden under the bed and walked out the door.

The path at the door leads to the dense forest.Suddenly, a touch of golden yellow flashed across the forest.I raised my shotgun and pointed it in that direction.

Suddenly, a big golden tiger appeared at the end of the path.I rubbed my eyes, unable to believe my eyes.

It paced towards me, its fur was golden, and under the moonlight, it even radiated golden light.My legs were shaking.

It growled.My body is like a sieve.

It's going to take me away.I remembered what my grandfather said.

It almost came to me.I was frozen there, unable to move.

I saw its sharp white fangs.

With all my might, I pulled the trigger.

The smell of gunpowder, the smell of blood.The golden fur floats in the moonlight.The bullet penetrated its skull.It came crashing down.I fell to my knees.The moonlight reflected the blood splattered on my face pale.I crawl towards it.Its fur is warm.I leaned on it, becoming more and more drowsy.

At that moment, the fierce tiger on Jingyang Ridge was beaten so hard by Wu Song that it couldn't move without a meal, making it gasp.Wu Song let go, and went to the pine tree to look for the discounted prong, and held it in his hand, fearing that the big bug would not die, he beat the prong again.That big bug is gone.Wu Song pondered again: "I just dragged this damn beast down the hill." When he lifted it with both hands in a pool of blood, he could lift it there.It turned out that after exerting all his strength, his hands and feet were so weak that he couldn't move.

Grandpa was holding a few pieces of yellowed paper in his hand, and the top one read: No. 20 three times, Jingyanggang Wusong fights the tiger.

The origin of these sheets is unknown.When I was a child, whenever I cried, he would take it out and read it accordingly.Thinking of the emotional part, he also danced and danced.

I couldn't speak at that time, so I just sat on the bed and laughed.He plays Wu Song for a while, and a tiger for a while.Often tired profusely.

Once the tiger dies, you cry.So I, Wu Song, have never killed a tiger.Sometimes, he wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes with his callused hands, and spit a puff of cigarettes into my face.I quickly covered his mouth with my hands.

(End of this chapter)