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God's right hand is loving, but his left hand is terrible.

------ Tagore "Flying Bird Collection"

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"Soul, the name of the gods. The spirit that possesses the body is the soul, and the spirit that possesses the air is the soul. As the saying goes, men do not reveal their navels, and women do not reveal their skin; when others see their own naked bodies, their souls are also captured. Captured, possessed, controlled.”

(2009.7.10)

Zhao Boyang closed the book in his hand, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes and meditated.

Now, we are on the eighth floor of the Third People's Hospital of J City, guarding outside the ward of "my" grandfather Yin Zhiqian.

It was a meaningless operation after an operation, but it was done at the insistence of the family members.However, in my opinion, this operation is nothing more than making people walk faster...

Naturally, "relatives" do not include me.

The lone soul submerged in the river of undead is hungry, and the shroud of gloom fills the whole world with clouds and mist.Hungry everywhere.

The closer I get to death, the more I see that scene.

"It stinks!"

"It's dirty!"

Such words come from the mouths of little ghosts lingering outside the ward. They have big bellies, bulging evil spirits, withered and short limbs, thinning hair, and eyes like bells... They entangle people with weakened yang energy, trying to feast on them...

They are laughing at me, not only them, even I have acquiesced in this kind of ridicule, and I also smell... the smell of soul rot.So this time, I didn't drive these guys away quickly, I just pretended that I couldn't see or hear them, and I was wholeheartedly waiting, or in other words, waiting for the final outcome of the elderly in the ward---death.

Death is a particularly ordinary thing, it may come suddenly and abruptly, it may be calm, it may be tragic, but the result is nothing but death itself.People die, animals die, plants die, it's just a cycle.

It's just that people are more complicated and contradictory, and because of their arrogance and dignity, they habitually anger and argue, so people's death will cause more pain, and they will have more unnecessary fear and avoidance of death.

Chaos creeps in.I turned my head and glanced at Zhao Boyang who was still closing his eyes. He would not forgive me for a while, so he would not say a word to me.I shrugged my shoulders and looked around in the quiet surroundings. There was no one in the corridor, and I didn't know when I would be able to visit the ward. I thought, by then, it would be a real war without gunpowder.

Since ancient times, inheritance disputes, whether you want to participate or not, will stick to you with a stink of money, teach you to be crazy about it, destroy your conscience, and whether you need it or not, in the early stage of separation that will no longer be controlled Well, people can always come up with all kinds of ways to kill each other... Ah, it seems a little serious to say it, but it is indeed the case.

To regard ignorance as pride, ugliness as goodness, ugliness as beauty, black as white, chaotic and impermanent, humble and shameless, this is the relationship between people and the world and money.

If it is not necessary, in fact, I think that I should not be able to say these words before seeing that strange old woman.

There is no such thing as an eye-catching look, but there is nowhere that does not reveal domineering and frivolous.

make fun of.

A group of relatives came, and among them, Yin Zhiqian's brothers and sisters who were originally away from other places were the main force in "condemning the old hag".Hearing these inappropriate and dishonest words, the main denunciators realized that the second brother among them had been molested...

A lascivious/slutty old woman.I glanced at it and made such a judgment.

I followed the people who came and looked around carefully, and I saw that each of them had very interesting faces, especially the old woman who teased another old man----she was fat and bloated, with a full face. Age spots, the characteristic wheezing of this kind of people in summer, at first glance, for some reason, it is a little scary and also a little hideous-------The fierce look on this person's face must not be a good thing .

"I don't like her." These are Yin Mingming's original words.

To be honest, me too.

Evil people do not necessarily like evil people.

"Zhiqian, you're in good health. You'll be discharged from the hospital as soon as this operation is done... I mentioned to me a few days ago that I'm going to celebrate my [-]th birthday in a few days..."

The old woman's voice immediately filled the entire corridor of the hospital. At the same time, her body seemed to fill up all the space, shaking her huge buttocks in front of my eyes...

I turned my eyes away, and it was hard to imagine what such a body would be like in her prime, and it was even harder to imagine that Yin Zhiqian, who was unkind and almost hard-hearted, would be coaxed into obedience like this, a sugar-coated cannonball It's really tiresome, and it also makes people grateful, which is the same as what those relatives said before.

"...you have to go along with it, coax..." What they said here must be the problem of Yin Zhiqian's insecurity in the evening.

I don't know why, but I thought it was funny. Fortunately, I couldn't hold back my smile because the butt that was blocking my view was replaced by a face...

"..." I looked at the obese old woman, somehow, I seemed to see a "strong" feeling in her body, so... er... a strong old lady...

As long as I think of Yin Zhiqian's terminally ill, skinny, swollen fingers and toes, and compare it with his "Sunset Red", that weird sense of incongruity will arise spontaneously.

"I'm back." The burly old woman obviously saw me for the first time, but she enthusiastically taught me to be at a loss...

Then, as expected, her words turned sharply to the other side. First, she "implicitly" expressed how she, as a "family member", felt about her "old brother"'s illness, and how she worked so hard in these days when none of our relatives were present. , and then said a lot of inexplicable things, such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar tea, and capsules and medicines...

Yin Zhiqian's younger sister, who also came to guard the door of the ward, didn't seem to be someone to mess with. The two old people kept talking and kept talking, and it was obvious that they didn't like this strong man either. of the crone.

A kind of "light" can be seen on the top of a person's celestial cover, which represents good and evil karma. Those who are black may have bad luck or will pass away. In addition, this person has too much karma in his life, and this old woman has been walking in the corridor since After wandering around, I found out that, indeed, I am not a vegetarian.

The old people’s verbal battles lasted for a while and they didn’t give up. I pulled Zhao Boyang, who closed his eyes and rested his mind, to hide in the corner of the far wall. This battle was fought, and my ears were not the ones who suffered in the end?Speaking of which, I'm the most innocent one, okay?There was no need to listen to such nonsense.

I could also hear from the conversation that Yin Zhiqian's condition suddenly deteriorated, and even his relatives and friends felt that this was another conspiracy theory, because the fact that Yin Zhiqian's condition was not actually good What an impressive legacy.And it looks like it's almost a "well known secret".

There are some dirty things, in fact, everyone is like a bright mirror in their hearts.

"Where did you say that big brother found such a person!"

When the strong old woman was salivating with a smile on her face and went downstairs to get some test papers, the silent elder sister spoke, and she could hear clearly, which really made her very angry.As for me, listening to the corner of the wall, the corners of my mouth raised involuntarily.

This is too much fucking fun!

"Old and unscrupulous!" The third brother who has always been eccentric and mean-speaking also scolded, the expression on his face was almost exactly the same as I imagined!

"I think elder brother must have been too lonely these years, that's why... hey..." This was the voice of the second brother who had been "molested" by the words before, with a helpless and honest look.

But it is true.

Yin Zhiqian's life since he was widowed was indeed too lonely and leisurely, especially after meeting that "Sunset Red". Compared with this, his old age can be called lonely.

The children and grandchildren are all blessed with children and grandchildren. At this moment, this old general who used to be all-powerful in the past is so old, but there is not even a person who pours him a glass of water when he is thirsty. It is understandable.

What's more, the members of the Yin family are all known for their donkey temper, and no one coaxes him along. This once again proves that Wenrou Township is the hero's tomb. Although, Buried is an old fool...

Living in this world, being able to be happy for such a period of time is actually worth it, even though you lost a few years of life...

Like me, Zhao Boyang seemed to have listened to the corner for a long time, and neither praised nor criticized the matter. After a while, he suddenly said, "You seem very happy?" Unexpectedly, he was so willing to speak first up!

"Cough...not happy..." I turned my head and saw that the doctor and the juniors were all there, so I dragged the one I used as a shield back to the main battlefield...

Family members can finally visit, and there can't be too many people going in at once, so the eldest son of the patient went in first to have a look. After he came out, he didn't say anything. This day, it seemed that there was no danger. the past.It's just that, before Yin Zhiqian's operation, I went to see him once, and I've already concluded that there is not much time left.

I don't know how to make calculations like Mo Yan, but this kind of feeling is almost inseparable.

……

Nasal congestion, heart failure.

Rescue has no meaning, but still fulfilled the so-called obligation.Shock... Shock... Shock...

God commanded the hand of death, it strangled the throat of fate!

At that moment, in Yin Hongpeng's eyes, the instrument was too cruel, but extremely real, so real that he couldn't hold it anymore.From childhood to adulthood, he was not the one who was closest to his father, and among his elder brothers, sisters and younger brothers, he was also the most ordinary child. In his memory, his serious father became close at hand yet extremely far away. .

In the end, he broke down and cried, crying like Cheng Peng laughed at him when he was a child: crying like a bitch.The feelings that had been suppressed for more than [-] years broke out. He admired and loved his father so much!

I stood behind the large piece of glass, witnessed all this, and secretly cooperated with the inner lines of the second uncle. Zhao Boyang looked at me coldly, glanced up and down, as if he knew me for the first time. side gaze.

In the end, the white sheet still covered the old and sick body.

Death is instant and eternal.Going away, parting, death without sentimentality, entangled, blocking the thoughts of the world, thoughts arise and thoughts die, and the origin and death of each other.

Leap May eighteenth. 23:23:00.

Yin Zhiqian passed away at the age of 80.

She has four sons, the eldest son Yin Shaopeng, the second son Yin Hongpeng, the third daughter Yin Yan, and the youngest son Yin Chengpeng.

To the end: three sons.

"cousin……"

The moment Yin Shu saw his father Yin Hongpeng losing control of his emotions, his eyes turned red, and he drooped his ears like a rabbit looking for comfort. I patted his head, his hands were fluffy, and his hair was particularly soft.Compared with their grandparents and fathers, this group of young people are so cute. If it wasn't for my appearance, I believe that "Yin Yu" would also love his cousins...

Yin Mingming can be said to be the child who gets along best with grandpa, but at this time, she did not cry. As a girl, she is much stronger than Yin Shu. As for Yin Xiaohong and eldest grandson Yin Bin, they are not in the scope of consideration. inside, because...

"What? You said Yin Bin is missing?...Isn't he in a nursing home?" After a while, I finally recovered from the news that Yin Shu unconsciously revealed, and regained my calm expression.That's right, Yin Bin is a patient...

"What should I do now... Grandpa has also passed away, and I won't even be able to see my cousin for the last time..." Yin Shu was talking, but it was a sign that he was going to cry again. Zhao Boyang, who was stuck there, pushed it to him.Unexpectedly, it is so troublesome for boys to cry.

In fact, Yin Shu's thoughts are still too naive. Even if Yin Bin, who was a genius on one side and a lunatic on the other hand, did not disappear, he wouldn't care too much about the death of his grandfather, because he couldn't tell who was it. Who is coming!

After going down the eighth floor and out of the hospital gate, leaning against the wall, I took the opportunity to find a cigarette and light it.

After working for a long time, it turned out that I could only last until today. It was too sudden, and even I was caught off guard.Fortunately, I wasn't too far away from the hospital at the beginning. If I went back to the house in the suburbs and rushed back, I probably wouldn't even see the last glimpse of the rescue, and I wouldn't even have the chance to hold Yin Zhiqian's hand. The first time I saw him smile kindly at me...

A very warm smile, a very cold dead person, this is the world.

"Sunset Red" has become more unscrupulous since Yin Zhiqian died. I looked at the night sky and couldn't see a single star. In retrospect, the real "war" seems to have just begun to kick off, especially when the old woman After a smile appeared on my face, I was even more sure of this.

Summer nights are icy cold.

The author has something to say: the third volume is over.