Songpu Cemetery, located in a remote township on the outskirts of Huaihai City, is one of the affordable cemeteries launched by the government for citizens. It accommodates thousands of dead people who are unable to afford the price of cemeteries in families.
Of course, cheap things will not be very good. The cemetery is filled with tombs of all kinds of deceased people. The closeness of the tombstones is even closer than the newly built buildings in the city.
But the deceased, they were in this city without a place to stand, and after their death, they could not enjoy spacious tombs in this city.
However, for most people, it is already very satisfying to have a tomb to live after death and a tombstone that can make people remember it.
Just like the deceased who had just been buried today, only two lines of words were written on his simple bluestone tombstone: Gao Song, born in 1965, died in 2000.
The limited information makes it impossible to see what the person lies under the tombstone did, what achievements did, and whether he has relatives and lovers?
None of these were all. Since he was buried, he has become a forgotten existence, just like his position in this world during his lifetime
Even the way he died was full of drama, but it was not a drama with grand narratives, nor a heroic epic tragedy, nor a comedy, but an absurd drama.
To be precise, he died in a cowardly manner, and died in an accidental fall of a gantry crane; he died miserably. It is said that the corpses under the tomb were just pieces of flesh that were finally pieced together. His body and soul were probably crushed into a pool of flesh and blood with the weight of the gantry crane.
But he was lucky, at least he didn't have to watch his favorite woman and his closest bloodline sink, fall, and be bullied in this cruel world
At this moment, although the tombstone was crowded with people, the eyes of most people were not on the tombstone. Although their faces were polite sadness, their hot eyes betrayed their inner desires.
The intersection of these desires is on the woman next to the tombstone. She was wearing a simple black dress. This may be the most decent clothing she could find in the bottom of the box. However, the inconspicuous patches on the lamella of the dress and the traces of the slits of the skirt all show the hostess' financial situation that was stretched.
But even so, this black dress could not cover up the graceful curves of the hostess' undulating peaks. The high breasts filled the black top, making people unable to help but imagine the extremely attractive scenery inside. The lower waist suddenly shrank and became tight, which looked no different from a girl in her early 18 years old. But further down, the perky buttocks that supported the black dress showed the identity of the hostess' mature woman.
Even according to the standards of that era, the style of this dress looks outdated. The feet wearing black low-heeled leather shoes are exposed below the long skirt. The scary white ankle skin becomes a rare highlight in the black black. Although the long skirt cannot see the outline of the legs inside, you can tell from the outside that the hostess has long legs.
It is estimated that she is about 172 in height, which makes her extremely conspicuous in the crowd. She lowered her head slightly, revealing her white neck as elegant and slender as a swan, and her eyes cannot be dissipated for a long time. Her long black hair was tied into a somewhat old bun behind her head, wrapped in black silk mesh, and together with the linen tied to her arms, it confirmed her identity as a vassal.
What matches her identity is that the sadness on the face of the vassal and the tears in the eyes of the vassal are not like many similar performances at funerals. The sadness of the vassal is real and touching, so many people are moved by her sorrow.
However, what moved them was that the pear blossoms were raining, and the crabapple was filled with dew.
The slightly longer oval face became thin and haggard because of the torture of these days, but it looked even more delicate. A pair of long willow leaves, which were as long as a green onion, were frowning tightly. The two crescent-like eyes were filled with tears at this moment. Because these days were in sorrow, the beautiful eyes were slightly red and swollen, and dark circles appeared, but they had a unique charm.
Her nose bridge is very straight and the tip of her nose is slightly upturned, which makes this face naturally have a seductive charm. Her upper lip is very thin, but her lower lip is extremely plump and fleshy, and her teeth are white and firm like moulded. It is quite good for her background and class, but her lips are seriously lacking in blood, which makes her beauty always feel a sense of desolation and ominousness.
Although this vain is nearly thirty years old, he still has such a charming beauty. No wonder everyone around him sighs. What they don’t know is that the man under the tombstone will never have the chance to taste the beautiful posture of his beautiful wife again, or sigh that this beauty will eventually be enjoyed by other men
The only different gaze in the crowd originated from the little boy standing beside the vain. Although he is 12 years old, his body is still a little thin, slightly shorter than his peers, but his facial features are very pretty, very similar to his mother.
The little boy was wearing zipper clothes and trousers, holding his mother tightly with one hand. Although there were tears in his eyes and feeling sad for his lost father, it was more of a kind of fear. Is he afraid of the eyes of people around him or the unpredictable future?
But he had no choice. He was just a child who had not grown up yet. He had no ability to maintain this home and could not give any support to the beautiful mother around him. He could only hold on to his mother's hand, for fear that she would leave like her father.
There was a commotion in the crowd, and then they automatically separated a road, and a middle-aged man in a suit walked over.
He was tall, with thick black hair combed back with a big back head, a long horse face, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, and his eyes were very sharp under his two thick eyebrows like thick ink. His long hooked nose and slightly raised thin lips looked like a cruel person by nature
He walked in a very stylish manner. From the crowd around him, he could see that this man's position among these people was extraordinary.
Xiaoli, Mr. Lu is here to see you. A man who looks like hello to help him.
The vassal in a black dress quickly wiped the tears from his cheeks with a handkerchief, and tried hard to make a reluctant smile and said:
Mr. Lu, thank you for taking the time to attend Gao Song’s funeral
The man called Mr. Lu showed a heavy and sad look on his face. He took the initiative to hold the vassal's hand and said in a low voice:
Gao Song is an employee of our Sangang Company. He encountered misfortune, and I am also very sad. Li Yuan. On behalf of the company’s Party Committee and leadership team, I would like to express my sincerest condolences to you. I will be mourning for you and keeping the changes.
However, although Mr. Lu said his words very well, his eyes when he looked at the vassal were full of greed. Moreover, his strength to hold the vassal's delicate and slender hands as white as green onion was too enthusiastic. The time he held it was longer than normal etiquette.
All of these were seen by the little boy watching. He looked at his mother's expression curiously. His pale face seemed to be a little blushing. She seemed to want to pull her little hand out of Mr. Lu's big palm, but she was embarrassed to use too much force. Mr. Lu didn't seem to let go of his palm.
While in a dilemma, the man who stood behind Bai Liyuan's back had been silent and walked up and whispered:
Brother and sister, the time is here
This man is a little shorter than Mr. Lu, but his body is much stronger. He has a beard on his face, with traces of wind and frost blowing by the sea breeze all year round, and he also wears linen on his shoulders.
Seeing the bearded man, Mr. Lu released his palm as if he was remembering his identity. Li Yuan could finally pull out her little hand. She quickly took a step back, looked at the bearded man with gratitude, and lowered her head and said softly:
Brother, please make the decision
The bearded man shouted in a deep voice, and several workers raised their shovels in their hands and pushed the piled loess into the sealed tomb. As the tomb disappeared little by little under the loess, the man buried in the tomb was also isolated from the world little by little
Looking at this scene, the little boy bit his lips hard, tears couldn't help but burst out from his eyes, but his mother holding his hands tightly could not suppress her emotions, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and cried with tears.
Song Ah, my Song Ah, you left like this, what should we do in the future?
Her voice was so sad that even the most heartfelt person would be moved by it. Even if she cried so sadly, it would not hurt the beauty of her beautiful face.
The men around were sighing while pretending to be sighing, while peeking at the body of the crying beautiful woman
The more Li Yuan cried, the more sad she felt, the more she felt sad. Her originally pale face was as white as a piece of paper. When the tomb was completely piled up, Li Yuan's slim body in a black dress was shaking, her knees were soft, and she was about to fall to the ground.
The little boy was anxious to support his mother, but he was taken first by someone who was interested.
The young man who had been standing next to him to help greet guests quickly supported Li Yuan's fallen body with quick eyes and hands. He was about 20 years old, with wide shoulders, wide body, long legs, long arms, and a honest and honest appearance. Judging from his posture of holding Li Yuan, he also respected and loved this vassal very much.
Master’s wife, Master’s wife, what’s wrong with you? The young man held Liyuan’s back with one hand and looked on her dry lips with the other. His face, which was originally a little excited, calmed down.
After confirming that the beautiful woman in her hand was fine, the young man looked up and said to the crowd of concerns surrounding him:
It's okay, my master's wife should be over-tired and her blood sugar is relatively low. She fainted. We sent her back to rest, and it should be fine.
Mr. Lu came over with great concern at this time. After hearing the young man's words, he hurriedly said:
Yes, yes, my car is right below, hurry up and take her back to rest
The young man nodded to Mr. Lu. He picked up Liyuan, who was still unconscious, and took big steps toward the mountain.
Although the beautiful woman in his hand weighs about 100 kilograms, she seems to be light and unacceptable in the hands of this young man, which shows how strong his arm is
Everyone, including Mr. Lu, followed him down the mountain. I wonder if they were in a hurry to rush back to the bus or caring about the vassal who had just fainted.
In this chaos, no one noticed the existence of the little boy, and no one cared about the tomb that had just been filled with soil.
Of course, cheap things will not be very good. The cemetery is filled with tombs of all kinds of deceased people. The closeness of the tombstones is even closer than the newly built buildings in the city.
But the deceased, they were in this city without a place to stand, and after their death, they could not enjoy spacious tombs in this city.
However, for most people, it is already very satisfying to have a tomb to live after death and a tombstone that can make people remember it.
Just like the deceased who had just been buried today, only two lines of words were written on his simple bluestone tombstone: Gao Song, born in 1965, died in 2000.
The limited information makes it impossible to see what the person lies under the tombstone did, what achievements did, and whether he has relatives and lovers?
None of these were all. Since he was buried, he has become a forgotten existence, just like his position in this world during his lifetime
Even the way he died was full of drama, but it was not a drama with grand narratives, nor a heroic epic tragedy, nor a comedy, but an absurd drama.
To be precise, he died in a cowardly manner, and died in an accidental fall of a gantry crane; he died miserably. It is said that the corpses under the tomb were just pieces of flesh that were finally pieced together. His body and soul were probably crushed into a pool of flesh and blood with the weight of the gantry crane.
But he was lucky, at least he didn't have to watch his favorite woman and his closest bloodline sink, fall, and be bullied in this cruel world
At this moment, although the tombstone was crowded with people, the eyes of most people were not on the tombstone. Although their faces were polite sadness, their hot eyes betrayed their inner desires.
The intersection of these desires is on the woman next to the tombstone. She was wearing a simple black dress. This may be the most decent clothing she could find in the bottom of the box. However, the inconspicuous patches on the lamella of the dress and the traces of the slits of the skirt all show the hostess' financial situation that was stretched.
But even so, this black dress could not cover up the graceful curves of the hostess' undulating peaks. The high breasts filled the black top, making people unable to help but imagine the extremely attractive scenery inside. The lower waist suddenly shrank and became tight, which looked no different from a girl in her early 18 years old. But further down, the perky buttocks that supported the black dress showed the identity of the hostess' mature woman.
Even according to the standards of that era, the style of this dress looks outdated. The feet wearing black low-heeled leather shoes are exposed below the long skirt. The scary white ankle skin becomes a rare highlight in the black black. Although the long skirt cannot see the outline of the legs inside, you can tell from the outside that the hostess has long legs.
It is estimated that she is about 172 in height, which makes her extremely conspicuous in the crowd. She lowered her head slightly, revealing her white neck as elegant and slender as a swan, and her eyes cannot be dissipated for a long time. Her long black hair was tied into a somewhat old bun behind her head, wrapped in black silk mesh, and together with the linen tied to her arms, it confirmed her identity as a vassal.
What matches her identity is that the sadness on the face of the vassal and the tears in the eyes of the vassal are not like many similar performances at funerals. The sadness of the vassal is real and touching, so many people are moved by her sorrow.
However, what moved them was that the pear blossoms were raining, and the crabapple was filled with dew.
The slightly longer oval face became thin and haggard because of the torture of these days, but it looked even more delicate. A pair of long willow leaves, which were as long as a green onion, were frowning tightly. The two crescent-like eyes were filled with tears at this moment. Because these days were in sorrow, the beautiful eyes were slightly red and swollen, and dark circles appeared, but they had a unique charm.
Her nose bridge is very straight and the tip of her nose is slightly upturned, which makes this face naturally have a seductive charm. Her upper lip is very thin, but her lower lip is extremely plump and fleshy, and her teeth are white and firm like moulded. It is quite good for her background and class, but her lips are seriously lacking in blood, which makes her beauty always feel a sense of desolation and ominousness.
Although this vain is nearly thirty years old, he still has such a charming beauty. No wonder everyone around him sighs. What they don’t know is that the man under the tombstone will never have the chance to taste the beautiful posture of his beautiful wife again, or sigh that this beauty will eventually be enjoyed by other men
The only different gaze in the crowd originated from the little boy standing beside the vain. Although he is 12 years old, his body is still a little thin, slightly shorter than his peers, but his facial features are very pretty, very similar to his mother.
The little boy was wearing zipper clothes and trousers, holding his mother tightly with one hand. Although there were tears in his eyes and feeling sad for his lost father, it was more of a kind of fear. Is he afraid of the eyes of people around him or the unpredictable future?
But he had no choice. He was just a child who had not grown up yet. He had no ability to maintain this home and could not give any support to the beautiful mother around him. He could only hold on to his mother's hand, for fear that she would leave like her father.
There was a commotion in the crowd, and then they automatically separated a road, and a middle-aged man in a suit walked over.
He was tall, with thick black hair combed back with a big back head, a long horse face, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, and his eyes were very sharp under his two thick eyebrows like thick ink. His long hooked nose and slightly raised thin lips looked like a cruel person by nature
He walked in a very stylish manner. From the crowd around him, he could see that this man's position among these people was extraordinary.
Xiaoli, Mr. Lu is here to see you. A man who looks like hello to help him.
The vassal in a black dress quickly wiped the tears from his cheeks with a handkerchief, and tried hard to make a reluctant smile and said:
Mr. Lu, thank you for taking the time to attend Gao Song’s funeral
The man called Mr. Lu showed a heavy and sad look on his face. He took the initiative to hold the vassal's hand and said in a low voice:
Gao Song is an employee of our Sangang Company. He encountered misfortune, and I am also very sad. Li Yuan. On behalf of the company’s Party Committee and leadership team, I would like to express my sincerest condolences to you. I will be mourning for you and keeping the changes.
However, although Mr. Lu said his words very well, his eyes when he looked at the vassal were full of greed. Moreover, his strength to hold the vassal's delicate and slender hands as white as green onion was too enthusiastic. The time he held it was longer than normal etiquette.
All of these were seen by the little boy watching. He looked at his mother's expression curiously. His pale face seemed to be a little blushing. She seemed to want to pull her little hand out of Mr. Lu's big palm, but she was embarrassed to use too much force. Mr. Lu didn't seem to let go of his palm.
While in a dilemma, the man who stood behind Bai Liyuan's back had been silent and walked up and whispered:
Brother and sister, the time is here
This man is a little shorter than Mr. Lu, but his body is much stronger. He has a beard on his face, with traces of wind and frost blowing by the sea breeze all year round, and he also wears linen on his shoulders.
Seeing the bearded man, Mr. Lu released his palm as if he was remembering his identity. Li Yuan could finally pull out her little hand. She quickly took a step back, looked at the bearded man with gratitude, and lowered her head and said softly:
Brother, please make the decision
The bearded man shouted in a deep voice, and several workers raised their shovels in their hands and pushed the piled loess into the sealed tomb. As the tomb disappeared little by little under the loess, the man buried in the tomb was also isolated from the world little by little
Looking at this scene, the little boy bit his lips hard, tears couldn't help but burst out from his eyes, but his mother holding his hands tightly could not suppress her emotions, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and cried with tears.
Song Ah, my Song Ah, you left like this, what should we do in the future?
Her voice was so sad that even the most heartfelt person would be moved by it. Even if she cried so sadly, it would not hurt the beauty of her beautiful face.
The men around were sighing while pretending to be sighing, while peeking at the body of the crying beautiful woman
The more Li Yuan cried, the more sad she felt, the more she felt sad. Her originally pale face was as white as a piece of paper. When the tomb was completely piled up, Li Yuan's slim body in a black dress was shaking, her knees were soft, and she was about to fall to the ground.
The little boy was anxious to support his mother, but he was taken first by someone who was interested.
The young man who had been standing next to him to help greet guests quickly supported Li Yuan's fallen body with quick eyes and hands. He was about 20 years old, with wide shoulders, wide body, long legs, long arms, and a honest and honest appearance. Judging from his posture of holding Li Yuan, he also respected and loved this vassal very much.
Master’s wife, Master’s wife, what’s wrong with you? The young man held Liyuan’s back with one hand and looked on her dry lips with the other. His face, which was originally a little excited, calmed down.
After confirming that the beautiful woman in her hand was fine, the young man looked up and said to the crowd of concerns surrounding him:
It's okay, my master's wife should be over-tired and her blood sugar is relatively low. She fainted. We sent her back to rest, and it should be fine.
Mr. Lu came over with great concern at this time. After hearing the young man's words, he hurriedly said:
Yes, yes, my car is right below, hurry up and take her back to rest
The young man nodded to Mr. Lu. He picked up Liyuan, who was still unconscious, and took big steps toward the mountain.
Although the beautiful woman in his hand weighs about 100 kilograms, she seems to be light and unacceptable in the hands of this young man, which shows how strong his arm is
Everyone, including Mr. Lu, followed him down the mountain. I wonder if they were in a hurry to rush back to the bus or caring about the vassal who had just fainted.
In this chaos, no one noticed the existence of the little boy, and no one cared about the tomb that had just been filled with soil.
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