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Crematorium, crematorium!

After the hearse drove into the crematorium, soon Uncle Hua's body was pushed out. Under the eyes of everyone, he was taken out of the ice coffin, placed on a paper coffin, and pushed into the temporary morgue.

The crowd stood guard outside the morgue for more than an hour. During this period, more than a dozen bodies of the deceased were brought by hearses one after another. The huge morgue was filled to the brim.

This kind of situation rarely happened in previous years, but today is different from the past. Since the spread of the epidemic, almost everyone has been infected, and the symptoms are also different. There is no doubt that although the epidemic will not directly kill people , but the related complications are, for many people, unstoppable reminders.

Especially the elderly, whose physical fitness is not good at all, and there are various diseases, they can still persist, but with the infection of the epidemic, many complications come, how can they bear it?

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Since the beginning of the year, it has begun to appear everywhere, a large number of elderly people have died, and even some young people with poor physical fitness have come to the end of life ahead of schedule.

The workload of the crematorium suddenly increased several times, even ten times. Every body they cremated represented the loss of a life, which made Wu Chen's desire for longevity even stronger!

Beauty?

money?

that power?

In the world of mortals, the seemingly beautiful temptations, but compared to longevity, everything seems so insignificant, and all the reasons for this come from the fear of all beings about the cycle of death!

Time passed, and before we knew it, it was seven o'clock in the morning, and the staff of the crematorium began to clock in for work. As the crematorium was activated, an unspeakable breath filled the air silently.

In Legendary, there is an oven in heaven and earth, which can refine all creatures!

In the real world, there are cremators, which can incinerate the remains of all living beings!

Wu Chen took a deep breath, and silently calmed down the restless desire in his heart. Although the temptation of longevity is irresistible, he also clearly knows that such an ambitious wish cannot be achieved overnight!

Even he who has a golden finger is no exception!

At the moment, he, Zhou Lei, Ling Lei and others were guarding outside the temporary morgue, while Ling Bei, under the guidance of the hearse driver, took a few packs of cigarettes to go through the relevant procedures.

Since ancient times, China has been a society of human relations. The main thing is that there are many people who don't blame people. Many times, many things can be done more smoothly with a few packs of cigarettes.

soon!

Under the guidance of the hearse driver and with the help of a few packs of cigarettes, all the procedures were successfully completed, and Uncle Hua was pushed into the memorial hall by the staff of the crematorium.

The body was placed in the middle of the hall, and the staff lifted the shroud covering the head of the body, revealing the face of the deceased. Immediately, Ling Lei stepped forward and enshrined the portrait on the stage.

Although her eyes were red, she didn't cry, nor did she shed tears!

The same is true for Ling Bei, because the crematorium does not allow incense, so he silently lit three cigarettes, lined up, and placed them in front of the portrait. Although the staff saw this scene, they did not stop it.

Then, when it came to paying respects to the corpse, Wu Chen and others lined up in order and walked around Uncle Hua's body. It was also at this time that he really saw Uncle Hua for the last time.

"Uncle Hua………………~~"

Looking at Uncle Hua lying there quietly, there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had fallen asleep, but after this sleep, he would never wake up again, and his life would no longer be separated from Yin and Yang.

Rubbing the bamboo flute pinned to his waist, Wu Chen felt countless emotions again. An unspeakable sadness lingered in his heart and could not go away for a long time.

Even so, Wu Chen still held back and refused to shed another tear. He kept in mind the entrustment of his mother and aunt to let Uncle Hua's soul in heaven "go away with peace of mind.

Although!

Everyone has slowed down their pace as much as possible, but after a few minutes, they still finished the circle. Immediately, following everyone's gaze, the staff slowly covered the shroud and pushed Uncle Hua's body out go!

"dad!"

Ling Lei couldn't hold back anymore, she shouted, and followed, Ling Bei followed closely behind, everyone was no exception, only Wu Chen walked last, looking at the portrait of Uncle Hua on the stage, couldn't help but say There was a sigh.

"D......"

Slowly stretching out his hand, wiping away the dust that didn't exist on the portrait, Wu Chen picked up the portrait and snuffed out three nearly burnt cigarettes by the way [throw it into the trash page outside the mourning hall.

Holding Uncle Hua's portrait, he came to the entrance of the crematorium. When he saw Ling Lei, he didn't say anything to comfort him, but silently handed Uncle Hua's portrait to Ling Lei.

"..." Ah Chen, thank you. "

Ling Lei took Uncle Hua's portrait and hugged her tightly in her arms. Although she didn't cry, the sadness on her face was clear and obvious, because... just now, she saw it with her own eyes. Now, my father's body was pushed into the crematorium in front of me!

to this!

Although Wu Chen was already prepared in his heart, he couldn't help but let out a sigh when he saw the closed door of the crematorium in front of him. He wanted to say a word of comfort, but he didn't know where to start.

"Go to the exit and wait!"

At this time, Zhou Lei spoke, and he said: "According to the rules, we have to wait at the exit. While talking, he seemed to think of something, he looked around and asked, "What is going on?"

"At this!"

Wang Xuemei responded, one in each hand, and pulled the two children Ling Jinye and Zhou Chang over. Of the two children, Ling Jinye was holding a big red silk cloth, while Zhou Chang was holding a bag of candies.

Seeing this, Zhou Lei hurriedly said: "Hurry up and share the sugar (Nonuo Zhao), everyone must have it."

"Okay.

Wang Xuemei was taken aback when she heard the words, Wu Chen had already stepped forward, took the sugar bag from Zhou Chang, and started distributing candy to everyone, everyone had "until the big bag of candy was all distributed.

Everyone peeled off a candy one after another, put it in their mouths, and then came to the exit of the crematorium, quietly waiting for the result of the cremation.

Time, while waiting, seems to have become extraordinarily long!

Perhaps because of the first furnace, it took a lot of time. After a full forty minutes, only the staff handed out the information in the cremation room. Without further ado, Ling Bei quickly took the red silk cloth from Ling Jinye, Hand it over to the staff, hand over two packs of cigarettes by the way, and after a while, get the remains of Uncle Hua.

The unburned bones seem to be the last bit of obsession left by people in this world, with the last trace of nostalgia, silently confided that although the road to Huangquan is far away, there is no complaint in this life