Ghostly Tomb

Chapter 23 Qingming Festival Special
Old Somersault carried a bottle of white wine, sat in front of the tomb, poured a glass and spilled it on the ground, and then filled another glass for himself.

"Brother, it's been 15 years! I'm ashamed, I didn't even find your body, I just made a tomb for you, and I'm the one who is ungrateful!" Old Somersault drank from his own cup.

"Back then, I took the young master to beg you, and you didn't dislike our poor father and son, so you took us in. If it weren't for you, our Bao family would be doomed. A friend in adversity sees the truth! There were so many people in the Bao family back then. My friend, after giving up so much kindness, there was no one to give us hot water when something happened. The young master and I are like mice crossing the street. Everyone tramples on us, and we have seen the warmth and warmth of human relationships! Poor young master , I was still a child at the time! Hey! Don’t talk about it.” The old somersault was a little emotional and shed some tears.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. In fact, I was also scared at that time. I really wanted to throw myself into the river. But before I died, the young master's mother took short-sightedness first, so I couldn't die. I couldn't put a Leave the child behind, or I will be ashamed to see Old Bao! He saved my life for nothing!"

"Anyway, brother, I'm just sorry for you! In fact, it's good to leave, the world is too hard!"

Old Somersault finished his drink, wiped away his tears, lit a cigarette and put it on the tomb, wiped the ashes on the tomb with a handkerchief, got up and walked to the tomb of Lord Bao, where Bao Ping had been standing for a long time.

"This place is well chosen, it's closer to my dad, and we can take care of each other," Bao Ping said.

"Yes! Acquaintances are easier to talk to," the old somersault echoed, his gray hair fluttering in the wind.

"Has someone cleaned the surrounding area?" Bao Ping asked.

"No, the cemetery has its own administrators," replied Old Somersault.

"Qingming uses his own people to clean, clean up, and develop a habit, and you and I will be buried here in the future," Bao Ping said flatly.

"Yeah," the old somersault responded.

Bao Ping knelt down, and slowly burned a few pieces of paper money, recalling the events of his childhood.

At that time, he was just 11 years old, and found that his father was very anxious during that time, often lost his temper when he came home, and then hid in the room and dared not answer the phone.Later, he gradually discovered that his father was afraid of the outside world.Although he is young, he is very precocious. He knows that for their family, the outside world is like a slaughterhouse. It depends on whether your character is holding a knife or being slaughtered. The role may change someday. .

Finally one morning, his father lay on the bed crazily, hiding under the quilt, not even daring to look at the sunlight outside.The landline and mobile phone rang frantically, and the car horn rang downstairs. His mother had no choice but to hide in Baoping's room and cry.Bao Ping looked at his mother, and then walked to his father's bed with bare feet.

"Get up! No matter how scared you are, you will eventually get up. Maybe it won't be so scary after you go out." 11-year-old Bao Ping said while sitting on his father's bed.

His father got out of the quilt, his eyes were bloodshot and sunken.

"It's really not scary?" His father might think it was very interesting for little Bao Ping to say such words, and there was a smile on his face.

"Not scary," Bao Ping said with certainty.

"How long are you going to sit?" His father pulled the quilt.

"How long are you going to lie down?" Bao Ping asked rhetorically.

Hearing this sentence, his father seemed to have an epiphany, he held his head and said with a wry smile, "Yes, how long will I have to lie down?" He almost burst into tears.After a while, his father looked up at Bao Ping, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't lie down! Get out." Turned over and got up.

After his father went out that time, he never came back.Since then, Bao Ping's house has collapsed.His father's incident made him always know a truth, "Their world is indeed terrible, and the most terrible thing is the human heart."

(End of this chapter)