chuck! chuck...

A crisp sound, accompanied by annoying echoes, made Sheng Yao wake up from the darkness.

He blinked in a daze, and was forced to squint by the dazzling light. He subconsciously raised his hand to block the strong light in front of him, and he felt his weakness.

Now he is not only blurred in vision and drowsy in consciousness, but also in his body, as if the chronic disease has long dragged down his body. Now he has only a faint breath left.

The light source was moved away, and a face replaced the light, covering Sheng Yao's vision.

To be precise, it was not a complete face. Sheng Yao could only see the other person's eyes exposed outside. I don't know if it was because of the backlight, those eyes looked blue. In an instant, Sheng Yao's field of vision was only those dark blue eyes.

"It's pulled out. Do you want to keep it?" the doctor asked.

Sheng Yao was still a little confused about what was going on. He slowly turned his head along the doctor's gaze, and then he saw the tray placed at his hand. A large tooth was lying in the metal tray, and blood was still left at the root of the teeth.

The bloodshot swayed gently, as if the teeth had just been thrown into the tray, and there was still some recoil force left, and it was like a living creature dancing the body.

Sheng Yao's first reaction was to shake his head.

He shook his head very small and could not be found out. I wonder if the doctor had amazing eyesight or was too lazy to wait for his answer, so he stepped back and stopped asking questions.

"Okay, get up, the anesthetic effect will pass soon. You can leave." The doctor said in a business manner, carrying the tray to the side. The doctor threw the teeth into the yellow trash can that discarded medical waste. The tray was thrown in the pool and was placed on the shelf aside after being cleaned.

After the doctor did this, he walked out.

Sheng Yao sat up, stared at the doctor's back, and then looked around.

He should be in a dental clinic. This is a small private clinic with a very simple surrounding environment. The medical waste sign on the yellow trash can cut corners and only drew three circles. The inspection chair under his butt had a big hole, revealing the black yellow sponge inside.

Perhaps because the anesthesia effect has not passed, Sheng Yao saw the sponge slowly squirming.

Is there a bug in it?

Sheng Yao jumped off the inspection chair, his legs weakened, and he almost knelt down. He barely stood firm, as if he was avoiding the possible dirty things in the room, and as if he was chasing something eagerly. Even though his body was still a little bit wood, he still stumbled out.

The doctor sat in the clinic opposite and was writing quickly at the desk.

Sheng Yao held the door frame and did not say hello to the doctor. He just held the wall and walked out.

Behind him, the doctor raised his head and looked at his back, but the pen in his hand was still writing.

The computer monitor on the desk suddenly lit up, and a white cursor flashed on the black screen. After a few strokes, a piece of command code popped up. The DOS system started the programming program of "Little Turtle Drawing". The white turtle icon jumped on the screen, leaving a piece of white line.

The doctor glanced at the screen, and his writing stopped slightly, and his dark blue eyes suddenly became deeper.

...

Sheng Yao pushed open the glass door and was blown by the cold wind outside, and his head became a little clearer.

It was dawn outside, and the air in the morning was not fresh. At least in this large residential community, the air in the early morning was filled with the smell of fried dough sticks and buns. The width of the asphalt road was only allowed to pass by, and the sidewalks were so narrow that they could not even plant trees. The shops along the street had to occupy half of the sidewalks. The sky was divided into straight thin lines by the low residential buildings on both sides of the road, as if there were a line of sky landscapes in many mountainous areas.

There were already pedestrians on the road, half of which were energetic old men, and the other half were depressed young men. Two groups of people were walking and riding bicycles, mixed together on this narrow asphalt road. Four-wheeled cars would not ignorantly squeeze into such a path.

Sheng Yao was also like those young people with a listless expression, with their eyes drooping, their heads and shoulders hanging down, and they were not energetic at all.

He turned his head and looked at the sign of the clinic.

The brand made by neon lights turned off at this moment, leaving only the bare words "Monster Clinic". Two adjacent stores are one of the "Children's Clothing" that has not yet been opened, and the other is the "Amei Clothing Store" that has not been opened. The two stores sandwich the clinic in the middle, making the clinic seem out of place. However, the cheesy words "see a doctor" and "please come in" posted on the two glass doors of the clinic are well integrated into the environment.

Sheng Yao was a little confused again.

He chose a random direction and walked forward, like a hangover person, without much consciousness, and acted on instinct.

Not long after leaving, Sheng Yao saw a small shop. Apart from the vegetable market and breakfast shop that opened, there was only this shop with no signs on it - oh, and that monster clinic.

The shop door is open and there is no decoration inside. Only two signs are erected. At the door are bouquets of sale, yellow and white, all of which are chrysanthemums.

Sheng Yao saw the sign in the store clearly, which said the shuttle bus time and fare to different cemeteries in the suburbs.

Sheng Yao suddenly realized, and then he remembered that it was Qingming Festival now.

Perhaps because he stood at the door and looked at it for too long, the shop owner greeted, "Young man, are you going to visit the grave? Which grave to go?"

Sheng Yao replied reflectively: "Crane Cemetery."

After saying that, he was stunned.

"We won't go to Xianhe. You can just take Line 14 and get there by stopping at the terminal and changing to the shuttle bus." The store owner enthusiastically provided help.

At this time, several old ladies came hand in hand with big bags.

"Boss, is the car here?"

"It will be here in twenty minutes. Come in and sit in, come in and sit in, drink some water. Do you want to buy some flowers? Now you don't want to burn paper anymore, you just send flowers."

"We'll still burn paper and the tin foil is folded."

"Just Changshou Garden will burn paper for you, and those new cemeteries will not be burned."

"yes."

"I still have to burn paper."

Sheng Yao listened for a while and walked into the shop.

The shop owner looked at Sheng Yao, "Young man, are you going to buy flowers?"

"No. Do you have a shuttle bus to Changshouyuan?" Sheng Yao asked.

His grandparents were buried in Changshou Garden. He recalled it just now, but for a moment he couldn't remember when he went to visit his grandparents' graves last time. Since he happened to meet him today, let's go and have a look.

Seeing that the shop owner could do business, he happily collected the money and gave Sheng Yao a plastic bench, allowing him to sit in the pile of old ladies.

When the old ladies saw a newcomer, they pulled Sheng Yao to chat together.

"Young man, who are you going to visit the graves?"

"Give it to my grandparents."

"You're empty? The car will come later. Why don't you go to the other side of the road to buy some paper money? It's expensive to buy at the cemetery. Don't be embarrassed, just knock on the door. The boss there has been there." The old lady pointed to the incense and candle flower shop across the road.

"It's not necessarily here today. The boss wants to drive to Fushouyuan." Another old lady interrupted.

"Their home is Fushouyuan?"

"Yes, I have been building Fushouyuan. The tombs of Fushouyuan have been sold out, so they just do the shuttle business and the boss drives by himself."

"I've bought the Crane Cemetery now, right?"

"Yes, I have been free in the Crane Cemetery in the past few years, but I've almost sold them all."

"It's sold." Sheng Yao continued. After saying that, he was stunned again.

Xian Crane Cemetery... How did he know about Xian Crane Cemetery? Has he been to it before? His grandparents were buried in Changshou Garden, and his grandparents were buried in the countryside. In addition... In addition, which relative was buried in Xian Crane Cemetery?

The old ladies looked at him, but did not notice his stunned moment, and continued to talk along the topic.

Sheng Yao didn't interrupt again. After sitting for a while, he got up and asked the shop owner to buy a bouquet of flowers. He couldn't go to the grave to sweep empty-handed - even if he never believed in superstitious activities such as burning paper money and offering offerings. He did not believe that there were ghosts in this world, nor did he believe that people would enter the underworld after death.

...

In the clinic of Monster Clinic, the doctor had already put down his pen and stared at the bulky computer monitor without blinking.

The little white turtle on the black screen kept jumping for a while, each jumping was very small, leaving only a short piece of white line on the screen. The leaps one after another were very coherent, without stopping for a second. Even so, it still took dozens of minutes to get out of a curve.

The curve is like a goose egg, which makes people see at a glance that it is the outline of a human face, and the lines are delicate and delicate, and it does not look like an arc composed entirely of straight lines. The soft curve can make people tell that this unfinished face must belong to a beautiful woman.

The doctor looked at the screen with interest, and the pen in his hand turned around his fingers. The expression of joy on his nails collapsed. The angry face on the other hand and the crying face turned into laughter and chuckling. Several faces seemed to have changed positions, but did not prevent them from making their own sounds.

The clinic became lively, as if many people were cheering for the simple little turtle on the screen.

...

The bus arrived soon. Some people were already riding in the bus, and some old ladies lined up to get on the bus greeted the passengers on the bus.

Sheng Yao didn't know anyone, so he sat alone in the front row and placed the flowers on his lap.

As the car started, the petals trembled gently. As the sun grew higher, the sun shone on the petals, making the flowers look a little wilted.

On the way, the bus stopped in several nearby communities and picked up several people. Someone took the empty seat next to Sheng Yao. The car became lively. Except for Sheng Yao, everyone else was old and there was no generation gap in conversation. The content was also about worshiping and deceased relatives.

Sheng Yao leaned against the window, watching the reflection of his face while listening to the conversation between the old men and the old ladies. Their conversation was messy, and Sheng Yao could only hear the words of the hammer and the stick. However, the reflection of his own in his eyes became clearer and clearer as the dark clouds gradually piled up in the sky.

His hair seemed to be a little longer, so it was time to cut it. There was a pimple on his face. It was probably because he stayed up late to play games and barbecue with his roommate a few days ago. After entering college, his skin became tanned again. The white skin he raised during his hard study in his third year of high school has now become bronze, and has returned to his former state of playing football in the school team.

"It's here!" the driver shouted, stopped the car and opened the door.

The old men and women were like flexible fish, and after getting off the car, they kept walking in the same direction, in groups of three or three.

Sheng Yao took this kind of bus to visit the grave for the first time, and he had no idea about the situation and lacked the impression of the longevity cemetery where his grandparents buried.

He was the last one to get out of the car. When he got out of the car, the old men and women with inconvenience had already walked out a long way, so he had to step up a few steps to catch up with the scattered team.

Sheng Yao soon saw the main entrance of the cemetery, the army tomb-sweeping, and the rows of tombstones in the cemetery.

The cemetery is not small, but the tombstones near the entrance of the cemetery are very small, densely packed with rows. The tombstones in the distance are larger, and some decorative stone pillars stand on both sides of the tombstones. You can find the difference between different tombstones from a distance. A little further away, the winding paths are secluded, and you can see several gorgeous tombs with shadows through the shadows of green trees.

Sheng Yao stood at the entrance of the cemetery in a daze for a while, his vision was attracted by some smoke in the distance.

The curling smoke gathered together and rushed straight into the sky, and a pungent smell came from the wind. This smell made Sheng Yao feel familiar and unfamiliar. He seemed to have been smoked with tears, and blinked his eyes, and there was nothing in his eyes.

Sheng Yao shook his head, held the bouquet of chrysanthemums, and walked towards the smoky grave.

Not long after he walked, his footsteps stopped beside the tombstone marked as thirteen rows, as if he was being pulled by an invisible force. He turned his heel and entered the row of tombstones. His eyes swept through the words and photos on the black stone. Unfamiliar names and strange faces passed through his vision.
To be continued...