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Chapter 22 The Mystery of Life Experience
The content written on this note has a great relationship with my life experience. The first half tells about the experience of my adoptive father picking me up from the dead.

The second half is written about some trivial matters from my childhood to adulthood. My adoptive father has always been a person who is not expressive of emotions and anger. He is usually very strict with me, but the lines between the lines are full of love for me.

I cleaned up my sad mood and carefully read the first half of the text, which mentioned two key parts. First, it is the place where I was picked up, a place called Baiguipo.

Hundred ghosts... the name sounds scary and weird, and I was born in this weird place, among the horrible dead.

The second key part is that my adoptive father said that the pen was held tightly in my hand when I picked it up, and it can be said to be my only token.

The shape of this brush is similar to that sold in ordinary stationery stores, but this pen does not have a writing tip at the front, only a long barrel.

The material of this pen tube is also very special, it looks like sandalwood, but it feels like cold metal.

Why is there a pen holder in my hand?Usually the auspicious tokens worn by children should be ornaments such as longevity locks.

My adoptive father suggested that I go to Baigui Slope at the right time, maybe in the past ten years, there will be some new discoveries there...

After reading the relics and suicide note in the wooden box, I re-coffined the bones of my adoptive father, and then cleaned up the blood stains in the house, doing a simple cleaning.

My adoptive father has passed away now, and the 60 yuan is not that important to me. Looking at the bricks and tiles in the yard, I decided to give 50 yuan to Mr. Jiang's family.

I found the phone number of his children in Mr. Jiang's house, and then dialed it. The call was quickly connected to Mr. Jiang's eldest daughter.

I didn't hide anything, and told the original story of Mr. Jiang's death, but what I didn't expect was that his eldest daughter didn't feel any sadness after hearing the news of his death.

On the contrary, in what she said, I seem to feel that she wished her biological father would die early...

Thinking of Mr. Jiang's care for me and our father and son, I was a little annoyed and couldn't help saying a few words to her.

But Mr. Jiang's eldest daughter listened to my rebuke, and said on the phone dissatisfied: "It's because of that old man who spends his days picking up corpses and doing such unlucky things, which caused my mother to die early and our sisters. My brother is not doing anything well. He died early, and our family can also be lucky. Besides, you are old man Jiang, do you have a share in our family's affairs?"

After hearing these words, I was so angry that I wanted to drop the phone. It was thanks to Mr. Jiang's help that their three children could settle down in the county town.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the other end said aggressively: "Also, my father's death is also related to you, and your father and son have lived in my house for such a long time, do you have to pay some compensation and rent?"

To be honest, I really want to hang up the phone in a fit of anger and not give them a penny, but when I think of Mr. Jiang's hunched back, my heart softens again.

"I have 50 yuan here as compensation for you. You tell me a card number, and I will transfer it to you when I go to the county tomorrow." I said coldly.

As soon as the other party heard the 50 yuan, his whole attitude changed immediately. He not only thanked him repeatedly, but also apologized for his attitude just now.And offered to let me stay in Mr. Jiang's house for as long as I wanted.

I sneered a few times, put down the phone, and sighed, this is human nature.

After dealing with this problem, I used Mr. Jiang's little savings to buy a coffin and temporarily buried my adoptive father's bones in the backyard.

At night, I sat quietly in my adoptive father's room, holding the wooden box in my hand. After my adoptive father died, I didn't build a mourning hall, nor did I have a decent funeral.

But I know that the spirit of my adoptive father will definitely understand me. After all, there is not much time left for me, and the things I will do in these three years are getting more and more difficult.

(End of this chapter)