Homo sapiens

Chapter 1 The Soul Returns Home
Parallel time and space No. 106337.

The solar system, the third planet - Blue Star.

2017 AD, March 3.

There was a lot of traffic on the expressway, and the driver of the bus was attentively looking at the signs on both sides, with a cautious expression on his expression.

Outside the car window, it was drizzling.

The early spring, which is warm and cold, always carries some capricious emotions.

The passengers in the car seemed to be sad, at least on the surface, neatly dressed in black suits, black gauze armbands and white chrysanthemums.

In the gloomy atmosphere, the driver of the bus saw the sign ahead, which was marked with the words "Huashi 10 km".

In the front seat, a young man with a bloodless face was looking out of the car window with bloodshot eyes, his eyes were empty and blank, and his hands were tightly hugging two small jars.

The dark clouds in the sky seem to be filled with eternal despair and depression, and the cold icy rain slapping on the glass is so pale and powerless.

After a while, the driver turned the steering wheel lightly, and the bus got off the highway intersection with flashing turn signals.

Once entering the township road, the bus was slightly bumped by the potholes and small stones on the road.

Instead of entering Huashi Town, turn to the township road in the southwest direction.

Among the hills and mountains, clouds and mist shrouded.

Light rain comes and goes, the road is still potholed, and the unexpected bumps make people somewhat uncomfortable.

However, the young man who was leaning against the window of the car had no waves in his heart, like a pool of stagnant water.

The ups and downs outside and the depressing silence inside the car were nothing compared to his grief.

"Qingye, we're here."

A gentle, magnetic voice rang in his ears. The source of that voice had a sad and concerned face.

Li Qingye woke up from his grief-stricken self, looked at the old man with gray temples, and replied with slightly trembling lips: "I see, Uncle Wu."

The old man turned his head, and said solemnly: "Jianxin, Xiaohong, help me with a handful of green leaves."

"Okay." The short, round-faced youth Du Jianxin nodded.

Another tall young man with glasses and a square face, Su Hong, also stood up, and hurriedly supported Li Qingye to avoid accidents in the columbarium.

With the support and escort of the two, the group finally got out of the car.

Du Jianxin held a black umbrella with the old man.

The sky was still drizzling with drizzle.

A dozen villagers from Gaoshansi Village, Qingshanqiao Town, also led by two clan elders, waited for a long time at the gate of the village with black umbrellas.

The Ruya old man hurried forward to say hello: "Old man Wu Heguang is Zhonghua's good friend. I will trouble you folks about the funeral this time."

"President Wu, you're being polite, old man, I'm Zhonghua's seventh uncle, good luck tricks me! Sigh..." The old man with a cane glanced at the pale Li Qingye, and sighed slightly.

Seventh Uncle comforted Li Qingye a few more words, and then led a group of people to the small square in the village.

In the small square, in a shed that had been set up long ago, the mourning hall, altar and wreaths were arranged. Li Qingye silently placed the ashes of his parents on the table in front of the altar, and then knelt on the futon on one side.

The suona blew long, like the cuckoo crying blood.

The gongs and drums sounded like stars falling.

"One bow...two bows...three bows!"

"Family Thanks!"

Li Qingye's eyes were empty, and he mechanically repeated the salute.

Soon the guests who came by bus left in groups of three or four, and Mercedes-Benz and BMW drove away in the rain.

Village gate.

Escorted by four big raptors, the two Mercedes-Benz also left the small mountain village slowly.

In the car.

A man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes indifferently tore off the black gauze armband, and threw the white chrysanthemum pinned on his chest and the armband out of the car window.

In the wind and rain, the white chrysanthemum fell into the weeds beside the road, and the roaring cars splashed a large pool of water, washing the white chrysanthemum into the river not far away.

The white chrysanthemum drifted farther and farther to the unknown destination.

……

Gold Wuxi pendant.

The small mountain village in the mountains looks even more gloomy.

The mourning and joy have also become weak, and the relatives, friends and guests who came to see him off have almost arrived. In the flickering candlelight of the mourning hall, Li Qingye's face became even paler.

"Old Li, go back and have a rest! Leave this place to me and Lao Su!" Wu Heguang said with concern while pulling Qi Shugong along.

Uncle Seven sighed, and replied wearily: "I'm old, I can only trouble you, Zhonghua is lucky to have friends like you, President Wu and President Su should also rest early!"

"I'll stay with Qingye a little longer." Wu Heguang said in a sigh.

"Then let me see Uncle Li off!" Another old man with a square face, Su Ruoyu, held up an umbrella, and helped Seventh Uncle go to the distance.

"Alright, I'm sorry, old Su." Looking at the backs of Su Ruoyu and Qi Shugong, Wu Heguang looked calmly, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Smoke hung around its face.

Su Ruoyu suddenly looked back. Under the dim street lamp, there was misty smog from the drizzle, and his face was blurred.

The eyes of the two of them seemed to penetrate the rain and smoke, and everything was said without saying anything.

Su Ruoyu continued to support Qi Shugong as he drifted away.

Wu Heguang stubbed out his cigarette, turned around and walked into the mourning hall.

The two people walking with their backs, no one knows what they are thinking in their hearts.

the next day.

The weather is still drizzling.

Accompanied by Uncle Qi, Wu Heguang, Su Ruoyu and others, Li Qingye stored the ashes of his parents in the old house.

This is a small villa that Li Qingye's father bought when he returned to his hometown, it is at the foot of Changshan Mountain.

The decadent and dazed Li Qingye was kneeling in front of the coffin. The sudden death of his parents brought him a huge blow, and he couldn't accept this reality for a while.

As the funeral ended, the small villa also became deserted.

Only Li Qingye was left, Wu Heguang with gray temples, and Ruoyu with a sad face.

"Qingye, I'm so sad." Wu Heguang patted him on the shoulder, and then said: "Zhonghua is the spirit in the sky, and I don't want you to be decadent."

Li Qingye was still staring blankly at the spiritual tablet, kneeling and sitting without saying a word.

Su Ruoyu wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, sobbed and said: "Qingye, it's Uncle Su, I'm sorry for you and Zhonghua, if it's not..."

"Okay, old Su, who could have predicted such an accident, it's fate!" Wu Heguang sighed.

In the sockets of Li Qingye's eyes, tears flowed down his cheeks like the Yellow River bursting its embankment, falling silently to the floor.

Suddenly, there was a slight vibration in Wu Heguang's pocket.

He hurried out of the mourning hall, took out his mobile phone and connected the call.

Soon.

Wu Heguang said apologetically: "Qingye, there is an urgent matter at the company, and Lao Su and I must rush back to Pengcheng. I have already told Li Lao here that someone will come to deliver meals every day. You must Pay attention to your body, you have to cheer up."

Su Ruoyu's eyes changed slightly.

But Wu Heguang continued: "Qingye, uncle, I will definitely keep your parents' shares for you. You must cheer up. Your uncle and I have no children. In the future, my share will also be yours."

Li Qingye's eyes were filled with emotion, and he quickly kowtowed to Wu Heguang:

"Uncle Wu, Qingye can't repay you for your great kindness."

"Qingye, this is what uncle should do." Wu Heguang wiped away his tears and took a document from his assistant: "This is my uncle's notarized will. If there is something wrong with me, you can take it This will, inherit my share!"

"This... can't be..." Li Qingye hesitated.

Wu Heguang patted him on the shoulder: "Qingye, uncle has no son or daughter, you can just offer me three sticks of incense in Qingming."

After speaking, he stuffed the will into Li Qingye's hands.

Su Ruoyu on the side was expressionless and didn't say a word about it.

Under Li Qingye's bewildered eyes.

Wu Heguang and Su Ruoyu hurriedly left the small villa, boarded their own convoy, and drifted away in the rain.

The third floor of the villa.

Li Qingye stood by the window, watching the convoy disappear at the foot of the small mountain village. In his eyes, there were doubts, contemplation, and even more thoughts that were constantly cutting and chaotic.

　The new book sets sail, welcome to invest.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)