A huge black umbrella stood not far away. Under the black umbrella, several men in work clothes gathered. Seeing them approaching, the leading man trotted closer, pointed to the deep pit in the center of the crowd and asked, "Guests Take another look? It’s about to be nailed into the coffin.”
The fool hurriedly asked, "That's next to..."
Halfway through, I couldn't continue.
The man nodded, "That girl is next to me."
The Taoist priest thought for a while and led them to the pit.
Contrary to what Xiaolan thought, there was only a small white porcelain box in the coffin.
That's right, even they will become dust in the box after death.
The Taoist priest bowed slightly to the man, "Sorry to trouble you all."
Close the coffin lid.
Xiaolan stared at the two tombstones next to each other. On the tombstones were two unfamiliar names and two familiar faces.
In the photo, Pineapple still has a gentle and bright smile, while Maple Sugar's expression is a little dull and serious, exactly the same as they usually look.
Xiaolan remembered the way pineapple poked Maple Sugar on the forehead and disliked him.
"I'll beat you if you sleep again!..."
Xiaolan laughed softly, but soon the smile disappeared.
Qin Yin looked at the two people on the tombstone with strange eyes, hugged Xiaolan and said nothing.
The soil was mixed with the rain that drifted in from outside the umbrella, making it wet. Several men gathered in a circle and shoveled the soil into the pit, and it fell on the coffin with a crackling sound.
Xiaolan suddenly cried.
Qin Yin looked down at her and squeezed her shoulders.
Baomu's eye circles were also red, and he murmured, "Xiaolan..."
Xiaolan pointed to the deep pit that was gradually filling up, "Is the maple sugar just buried in the mud?"
She sobbed loudly, wiping her tears with both hands, but the tears seemed to be unable to stop, and flowed down like rain.
The fool turned his head back, opened his mouth slightly, and blinked hard.
When the men saw Xiaolan crying, they all stopped and looked at her at a loss.
"Everyone," the Taoist Master raised his hand gently, "Hurry, please hurry up..."
A few people continued to bury the soil with their heads down, and a few people looked at Xiaolan sideways, as if they had never seen anyone crying in front of the grave.
"What are you looking at!" Xiaolan cried incoherently, "I'm a child, can't I cry anymore?"
The pit was quickly filled.
Finally, there is brick falling.
When the marble slab slammed onto the soil, Xiaolan's tears stopped.
Maple sugar became like the other graves in this cemetery.
However, he finally became the same as pineapple.
When walking out of the cemetery, Xiaolan blew her nose hard. The old man in the cemetery sent them back to the door. He laughed when he looked at Xiaolan, whose face was swollen from crying.
"This kid can do it."
Xiaolan threw the paper into the trash can that the old man kicked over, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What can I do?"
"You kid, if you can cry loudly when you cry, if you think things through, you can take the little golden bead back. If you are very transparent and understanding, you can live a good life."
"I don't understand," Xiaolan wiped her face at last, rubbing the mud on her face. "Why do people take so much effort when they come, but leave so easily when they leave?"
The rain slowly stopped.
Occasionally, a few raindrops flew to a few people.
The old man stopped and looked at the sky.
"It's good, the rain has stopped."
Xiaolan also raised his head and rubbed his eyes.
"Children," the old man lowered his head and supported the ground with an oil umbrella, "that's because when people come, everyone is happy, no matter how hard it is, everyone is happy. When people leave, everyone is sad, no matter how simple it is, they are all sad. "
Xiaolan nodded in understanding.
"The old man has been sent here. Now, your car is parked in front of this road. Go ahead. The old man can go back to his house and take a nap."
The Taoist priest said "thank you" to the old man's retreating back. The old man waved his hand, did not look back, swayed his oil umbrella, and left slowly.
At the entrance of Jasmine's villa, Luo Jiutian and Jasmine were chatting about something. When they saw a car driving into the driveway in front of the yard, they quickly shut their mouths and waited silently for them to get off.
Jasmine was a little nervous.
What if Liao Yilan cried?
Want to comfort her? Wouldn't it seem pretentious? Or make a joke to make her happy? But I feel like only people with bad minds would do this.
"Yo!" Luo Jiutian raised his hand to greet them and said with a playful smile, "Wow! The little girl's face is swollen from crying, hahahaha!..."
Jasmine had an expression on her face that said, "Are you out of your mind?" She pushed him away with her elbow. She looked at Xiaolan, whose face was indeed swollen. After holding it in for a while, she said, "The meal is ready. I made meatloaf today. Don't you?" Do you like meatloaf?”
"That's great," Xiaolan grabbed her hand, "I happen to be hungry."
Jasmine blinked, a little confused.
It looked like she had cried, but she didn't feel very sad.
"I've also fed the rabbit..."
"Oh, is it full?"
"Ah? I only fed two carrots. So, it followed me and bit my trousers because it wasn't full? Do rabbits normally eat so much?"
During the meal, the rabbit sat in Xiaolan's arms and ate a lot more with them.
After dinner, Xiaolan strolled back to her room, flipped through her clothes, and found the boundary marker badge.
The Taoist priest made it himself, and each of them has one.
"Pineapple has reached the boundary monument now," the Taoist priest's voice suddenly sounded from behind, "She should already know."
Xiaolan turned her head and glanced at the Taoist Priest, her thin shoulders drooped, "Taoist Priest, why are there boundary monuments in this world?"
The Taoist priest paused for a few seconds, "Wouldn't it be nice to have a second chance?"
"But if there were no boundary markers, pineapples and maple syrup could be together."
"Don't you like boundary monuments?" The Taoist priest didn't answer, but asked, "Don't you like...doing it all over again?"
"If I die, I still hope that I can go away simply," Xiaolan shook her head, "What a regret, I don't want to remember, I just want to start over."
The boundary marker looked at them.
Boundary monuments cannot speak.
After a long time, the Taoist priest's voice floated over gently like a gust of wind.
"Your decision is our decision."
***
In a dream.
Xiaolan knew she was dreaming.
She was walking alone in Wenjing's ancient alley.
The crowds around me were all people passing by, all strangers.
Xiaolan walked along the alley.
It's raining, light rain hits the stone pavement, and rainwater drips down along the eaves, pattering and splashing.
The little girl holding a flower basket stopped in front of Xiaolan.
In the flower basket, there are clusters of snow-white flowers.
"Sister, do you want to buy a magnolia flower?" The little girl's voice sounded like the sound of rain. "Fresh magnolia flowers are so fragrant. Give them to mom. Pin them on mom's buttons. They look good."
Xiaolan saw herself raising her hand.
"I want three magnolia flowers."
She held three magnolia flowers and walked along the alley.
There are fewer and fewer passersby.
Gradually, it disappeared.
In front, there is a familiar figure.
"Xiaolan."
"Sister Xiaoyin," Xiaolan asked the figure, "Why are you here?"
"I'm waiting for you."
"Sister Xiaoyin, I'll give you a magnolia flower."
Xiaolan held two magnolia flowers and walked along the alley.
In front is a gray stone tablet.
Behind the stone monument is a smiling pineapple.
"Sister Pineapple, I'll give you a magnolia flower."
"Thank you Xiaolan, it's so beautiful."
"Sister Pineapple, you have to keep smiling, okay?"
"Xiaolan, I love Xiaolan very much, does Xiaolan know?"
Xiaolan nodded, "I know."
"I will wear this flower and wait for you here," Pineapple tucked the flower behind her ear, "Don't be sad, I won't leave."
Xiaolan held a magnolia flower and walked along the alley.
Go and go.
Pinned to mom's button, it's a beautiful magnolia flower.
She walked and walked.
Holding the last magnolia flower.
——End of "Dead School Chapter"——
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