I even forgot that Zhang Jia had not hugged me for many years, and I also forgot that Zhang Jia mentioned divorce to me.
I even forgot about Zhang Jia’s painful and ecstatic expression in the video sent by the woman.
The close contact with the God of Death made me ignore all the previous unhappiness.
I just felt that it was great to be alive.
This illusory sense of satisfaction prompted me to move forward.
It was not until I stood in the abyss that I realized that I was not here.
Not heaven, but hell.
Xu Qiaosen prepared a wheelchair for me and pushed me off the plane himself.
My face is still bandaged, but it's better than the previous mummy costume, but it's just enough to sit in a wheelchair.
We came to a villa, where there was an endless stream of people with solemn expressions.
Some even came out wiping tears.
They were all wearing dark clothes and holding a small white flower in their hands.
They came and went, and the crowd changed one after another, but no one was there until, opposite them, there was a woman with her face covered watching.
"Why did you bring me here?"
"Don't you want to go home?"
"Home" I looked at the majestic building in front of me and felt that Xu Qiaosen must be playing tricks on me.
How could this be my home?
Zhang Jia had some money, but he was not able to build such a big house.
So, when he said this was my home, my first reaction was disbelief, but also mixed with a little doubt.
I think maybe it's because I don't absolutely trust Zhang Jia in my heart.
Xu Qiaosen didn't care whether I believed it or not, he just pushed me forward, no matter how much I shouted, it was useless.
There were two worlds inside and outside the door.
As soon as I entered the door, I heard bursts of mournful cries.
Some were sobbing in low voices, while others were screaming at the top of their lungs.
I felt my heart twitching when I heard it.
Xu Qiaosen pushed me into the hall, and then he stood beside me and said, "Whether you want the deceased to rest in peace or not, you should also offer incense to the deceased."
After he finished speaking, someone next to me handed me three lit incense sticks, but I didn't take them.
In other words, I have no thoughts to answer it, because I am staring at the photo hanging above in a daze.
There is a large photo hanging on the wall facing the hall.
How big it is.
I thought about it.
It should be as big as the wedding photo Zhang Jia and I hung on the bedside.
No, it should be bigger than that. .
This is my first time attending a funeral.
Xu Qiaosen took the incense for me, put it on for me, and then pushed me to see my family.
I felt panicked and grabbed the wheels of the wheelchair regardless of the injury on my hand.
"Don't go, please," my voice cracked, tearing at my throat with every word.
"Why don't you go to the dead?
It's our duty to go.
It's etiquette."
His words were like weapons, piercing holes in my heart one after another.
I looked at him with hatred, as if I was looking at a demon.
He is a demon just like Zhang Jia.
I trembled and accused in horror: "I'm not dead, you know, Xu Qiaosen, I'm not dead, I'm still alive, I'm here, you know, you know" Tears flowed from his eyes, which was exactly the opposite of the smile in the photo.
Xu Qiaosen said he would bring me back three days later.
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Three days later, he not only brought me back, but also brought me to the funeral.
Attending my own funeral: