I frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Ji Canghai raised his head slightly and exhaled slowly: "In the octagonal cage, life and death are determined. The law has let me go, but I know that I deserve to die."
"Please, burn me too."
As he said that, he smiled at the photo on the tombstone and said, "I'll go down and keep him company."
I smiled and shook my head, weighed the money in my hand, and asked, "Have you ever seen anyone commit suicide?"
Ji Canghai was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one to me.
The cigarette swirled towards the green water and green mountains in the distance, and a thick smoke ring spit out from my mouth.
"I've seen it, more than one."
I straightened my arms and said, "Those who jump off the building have comminuted arm fractures, without exception."
Seeing his confused look, I smiled and raised my hands above my head: "Because before they die, their desire to live will burst out and they will try to touch the ground with their hands first, but it will be too late."
"Death is easier than living, but the desire to live that bursts out in the last second will make you feel that living is actually not that difficult."
There seemed to be a little more light in Ji Canghai's dull eyes, but it was fleeting.
I babbled to him: "The butt of the cigarette is hot to my hands."
Only then did he react, let out a low scream of pain, and quickly stamped out the cigarette.
I smiled deliberately and said, "Look, even burning the butt of a cigarette hurts so much. How much more painful is suicide?"
"When it comes to suicide, I have more reasons than you. I have 10,000 reasons. My bastard father took out a loan shark of 500,000 yuan in my name. Am I not still alive?"
Ji Canghai's eyes suddenly became sharper, the same look that I had when I first saw him.
"That's right, I still owe you a favor."
He coughed slightly and asked with a smile, "Where are they?"
Ji Canghai was smiling, but a sense of danger had already spread from the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.
*** laughed a few times: "I want to know too. If I knew, wouldn't I have gone to him earlier?"
"oh."
He nodded again without saltiness, and the sharpness in his eyes disappeared instantly.
I looked at the densely packed tombstones in the distance and sighed softly.
"Ask these people lying in there, who wants to die?"
After that, I looked at my watch: "It's getting late, I have to go back to work, or my salary will be deducted again."
"It's dinner time anyway, just in time to have some food together?"
He took one last look at the person on the tombstone and nodded.
On the way, Ji Canghai suddenly muttered something.
"I still owe you a favor that I haven't repaid yet."
To me, this kind of thing is just a favor, not a human thing.
I really don't understand why he is so persistent.
I could only force out a forced smile: "Brother, this is not a big deal, it's just a little effort."
When I arrived at the canteen, I hesitated for a while and ordered two bowls of vegetarian noodles.
This has been the best meal I've had in a while.
It’s not that I’m stingy, it’s that every penny I have now is precious to me.
Two bowls of steaming noodles made me suddenly feel a little more confident.
Today I finally don’t have to eat tasteless white steamed buns in the eyes of others!
Ji Canghai was a bit bored and said nothing while eating.
I was slurping noodles with my head down when I suddenly noticed that Ji Canghai, who was sitting across from me, had his head buried, his hands on the edge of the bowl, and his body was shaking slightly.
I looked around, patted his scarred hand, and asked softly: "Are you okay?"
When he raised his head, his face was full of tears.
"This noodle is delicious."
As soon as I smacked the Yahuazi, I stopped using my chopsticks.
Seeing him like this, it’s not like he can’t afford a bowl of plain noodles.
Ji Canghai wiped his tears with his shoulder, calmed down a little, and his eyes stayed on the vegetables in the bowl.
"My family grows lettuce. I miss my mother."
He sat across from me and cried loudly, and I suddenly smiled, very happily.
From the moment he said these words, I knew he would not commit suicide.
Those who care about them will never die no matter what.
I picked up the chopsticks again and slurped the noodles.
"Eat, he who cries to eat will survive."
After a while, the sound of slurping noodles sounded again, and then he drank all the soup with a bowl in hand.
"Bang!"
Ji Canghai put the bowl down heavily and said, "Are you accepting a disciple?"
