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There are not many people in the office of the Nanhe Cemetery Management Office. The person in charge is a man in his fifties. It is still hot in September. After the daily inspection of the cemetery is done, there is nothing to do. .

After being blown up by two bombs in a row of his last free happy beans, he cursed his teammates secretly, looked up at the time on the wall, it was four o'clock in the afternoon, two hours before the end of get off work.

He picked up the water glass and took a sip of water. The door of the office was opened. The person who came in had to do daily inspections in the cemetery, and his skin was tanned by the sun.

He let out a "hey" as soon as he entered the door.

The person in charge put down his teacup and asked him, "Are you here today?"

The visitor replied: "Come here, I'm full and full, it's too noisy."

The person in charge raised a finger and tapped his temple, then pulled his mouth down and clicked his tongue: "I guess there is a problem here."

After he finished speaking, the two looked at each other, looked at each other like a joke and laughed.

It is not a holiday, and the cemetery is still sparsely populated. The Nanhe Cemetery covers an area of ​​[-] to [-] square meters. If you walk north from the management office, you can hear loud drums and music in a short while.

This kind of music, which is so dense that it is almost warm, makes this place where the dead live.

He Tianxi propped up a small stool with a huge beach umbrella standing behind him. He sat on the chair with his chin propped up, staring at the back of a tombstone in front of him with a blank head, as if he was on vacation in some beautiful place .

Standing awkwardly on the lawn not far from him were three college students who looked to be in their early twenties, playing and singing on the lawn of the cemetery with embarrassing expressions.

He Tianxi asked Yang Eryu to find the student band. Yang Eryu has all kinds of friends. It is not a problem to call a few college students who are short of money and love music. He Tianxi gives one person [-] a day. No matter how many people are scared away by the venue, people will come again.

He doesn't ask for the quality of performance, the louder the better.In front of Xing Congjing's tomb, he held a private concert for three full days, and when he drove to Yang Eryu, he called him and said he was crazy. Now everyone knows that he called his students to the cemetery to sing for the dead.

Since He Tianxi scolded Yang Eryu away last month, Yang Eryu has been ignoring him. During the time he was in the hospital, people and ghosts came to the hospital to take a look at him. Yang Eryu was poked in the heart by him The son was so angry at his words that he didn't even look at him.

He Tianxi went to his bar to drink at night, but he didn't see the boss, so he sat alone in the booth and drank the wine he put here. Crazy about drinking, calling a mobile phone number that probably won't be answered in this lifetime.

The notification tone on the other side of the phone rang, and he thought it was the person on the other side who connected. He sat in the booth and yelled at the notification tone on the other side of the phone.

"Xing Congjing, who the hell asked you to call me?"

"I don't want to fucking talk to you at all. I don't want to hear a word from you in my life."

"You fucking talk, it's nothing if you don't talk, don't think I don't know you're laughing at me if you don't talk, don't think I don't know you're laughing at me if you don't talk."

He quarreled hoarsely with the notification tone on the other end of the phone.

After the phone automatically hung up, he continued to dial and scold until his voice became hoarse and he couldn't speak. The people in the booths around him all changed places silently. He whispered with his tongue out in the busy tone of his mobile phone, as if speaking a secret: "I'll never hang up on your phone again, okay, I'll never block you again, okay, I'll never do that again..."

After muttering half a sentence, the person lay down on the table holding the mobile phone and was completely drunk and unconscious.

The next day he woke up in the hotel room and called Yang Eryu. Yang Eryu said cursingly that his wine was too bad, he would die if he couldn't drink it, and after drinking he went crazy in his own shop, scaring him away several times. batch of guests.

He Tianxi didn't know why he went crazy, even if he vaguely remembered it, he pretended not to remember it.

Now all the motivation that can drive him to stand up from the bed is - he hates Xing Congjing, he wants to make people die even if they die.

He Tianxi apologized to Yang Eryu, said soft words, said that he was owed to let the eldest brother not care about it, and stop getting angry with him, Yang Eryu was very heartbroken, and said straightforwardly: "If you can talk like this in normal times, we can Do you say you owe me every day, Lao Xing..."

Halfway through speaking, I realized that my words were out of place, so I stopped, and vaguely began to comfort: "And you, don't come to the store alone to drink, he doesn't like it, and he can't be happy to see it."

He Tianxi asked for help from others, and upon hearing this, she was as good as a primary school student being educated by a teacher.

Yang Eryu said: "I know it's difficult for you to accept it for a while, you...you said that about me before, my lord has a lot of things that don't care about you."

He Tianxi sat on the edge of the bed with his eyes wide open, humming obediently.

Yang Eryu's voice quieted down: "Then you, how are you?"

He Tianxi replied, "It's pretty good."

Yang Eryu spent a long time wobbling over there, and then wanted to say that you have known people for so many years, and you have been in love for I don’t know how many years, at least you have to be sad when someone dies, even I came from Huangbowan On the day I came back, I couldn’t hold back my tears. After a while, I wanted to say that it’s better not to be sad or not to be sad. After all, the dead cannot be resurrected, and the living still have to live their own lives. The two thoughts collided in my mind for a while, and finally came out A dry sentence: "That's good."

He Tianxi said, "You can do me a favor..."

Yang Eryu didn't know what to ask him to help find a student band before, so he pushed a lot of people's contact information for him, and after only three days, someone came to tease him for asking others to play for the dead, which is quite creative.

Only then did Yang Eryu know what this person was doing, so he called and asked amidst the messy music, "He Tianxi, what are you doing?"

He Tianxi calmly and even spit out four words with a little humor: "The head of the grave is dancing."

Yang Eryu yelled, "You're fucking out of your mind!"

He Tianxi didn't answer, stared blankly at the back of the tombstone in front of him, and said, "Hang up if you have nothing to do, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, he took down the phone and lowered his head to wipe the screen of the phone on his clothes, without any emotion on his face.

The live music not far away was still extremely noisy in such a scene. He Tianxi's ears were filled with notes, and his temples seemed to be beating again and again with the sound of the drumbeat.

When Yang Eryu called him again, he hung up directly, and He Jialin also called him after a while, but he didn't answer when the ringing ended.

He sat alone in the cemetery full of graves and listened to a very immature performance again. After all the music stopped and the students who had finished the performance began to pack up their instruments silently, He Tianxi glanced slightly sideways. The tombstone behind him.

Xing Congjing still looked at him coldly in the photo as always.

He Tianxi sneered, stared at the person in the photo and said, "Don't like it? That's okay."

Xing Congjing is not very artistic and doesn't like listening to music very much. He Tianxi once spent a lot of money to buy a variety of stereos and headphones. When listening to music at home, Xing Congjing always finds it noisy. It will directly force his audio to be turned off.

He Tianxi thought, no matter how much you don't like it now, you can only suffer.

He Tianxi suddenly felt a distorted joy, and he even began to understand that when Xing Congjing saw that he didn't like, was afraid, or even on the verge of collapse, he could still squat in front of him and stare at his face. What emotion to say: "Don't like it? That's okay."

The joy of this kind of revenge completely ignores any emotions of the recipient. It is as hearty as a rainstorm that hasn't fallen for a few days, and finally "swish" on a day that is cloudy like the end of the world. down.

He Tianxi rubbed his face in the hearty rainstorm, and said to Xing Congjing in the photo expressionlessly, "Keep suffering."

Before the student band left, they walked up to He Tianxi carefully to say goodbye to him.

He Tianxi also collected the things, saying that the car was parked at the east gate and asked them to wait.

Someone in the student band said cautiously: "Brother Tianxi, we won't come tomorrow, we have to start school."

He Tianxi stared at the speaker silently for a while.

The musician with the guitar was stared at by him, and he hesitated for a long time before repeating it intermittently.

He Tianxi's expression changed, and then he laughed: "Okay, then who else do you know, give me his contact information, is that okay?"

None of the three musicians spoke.

He Tianxi's face darkened, and one of them dared to swallow his saliva and said, "Brother Tianxi, the deceased is gone, you don't need it, he won't hear or feel it."

He Tianxi pulled his face, and stared at the speaker for a long while.

The speaker was the bass player in the team, the youngest one in the team. He Tianxi felt a little apprehensive, but he was a big boy, and he couldn't swallow what he said, so he gritted his teeth and continued: "Death can't be resurrected. He can’t feel sadness, he can’t hear you talking to him, and he won’t know if you ask us to sing to him, and he can’t come back to life no matter how much you think about him, you might as well live your own life.”

He Tianxi stared at him: "I need you to remind me? How old are you this year and is your hair all grown?"

The bass player was originally reminding him to look forward and not dwell on the past, but his face was a little bit uncomfortable when he said that, and finally pulled the bass on his back unhappy. He bowed to He Tianxi, turned his head and walked away .

The remaining two musicians looked at each other on the ground, intending to chase their companions, but the instruments were still on the spot and it was difficult to move them.

He Tianxi turned around, looked directly at the photo of Xing Congjing's tombstone, and said in a low voice: "You guys go, someone will come and move things for you later."

The two of them hesitated and thanked each other, then picked up their pace and left.

The cemetery suddenly became quiet again, and there seemed to be no trace of popularity for a few miles around. He Tianxi looked down at Xing Congjing's photo, and Xing Congjing's cold gaze hit him directly on the face, as if mocking He was nothing more than that.

He Tianxi took a breath, as if competing with someone: "You wait."

At five minutes to six in the afternoon, the people in the Nanhe Cemetery Management Office had already packed their things and were about to leave work. After a few days of holidays, the number of people coming to their cemetery would definitely increase.

Someone reminded the person in charge of the office: "There will be more people in two days, and if that person is still messing around here, will anyone complain?"

The person in charge and Si Ni: "Other people also came to pay respects to the tomb. He worshiped in his own way. Can we let him get out?"

The person who asked the question asked, "Do you care?"

The person in charge pointed at his temple: "Can you handle it?"

Just as the words were finished, the two of them were about to laugh when someone knocked on the door of their office. The person in charge looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and the boss said unhappily, "Who is it, please come in."

He Tianxi pushed open the door of the office, without any greetings or introductions, he simply asked, "What do you do with the procedure for moving the grave?"

The person in charge was taken aback: "Who wants to move the grave? Do they want to move back to their hometown or what?"

He Tianxi said blankly, "I want to take out his ashes."

The person in charge paused, and after a while he said, "You're still young, maybe you don't understand well, it's best not to move the new grave, it doesn't respect the dead, and it's not good for the family."

He Tianxi remained silent.

The person in charge said: "Don't believe in these things, you would rather believe in them."

He Tianxi said: "Just tell me how to go about the formalities, or I'll have someone do it myself tomorrow."

Person in charge: "The procedure is quite complicated. It needs the approval of the person who arranged the burial at that time, and there are still procedures. Once we buy this cemetery, it will last for 20 years, so if you don't use it, it will be empty..."

He Tianxi stared at him with dark eyes for a long time, and finally left without waiting for anyone to finish speaking.

The person in charge of the management office watched him leave and shook his head: "Looks like a decent guy."

The colleague pursed his lips, stretched out his hand to poke his temple, and laughed directly: "My brain is broken."