After loading my grandfather's ashes, I didn't let my uncle hold them, so I picked up my grandfather's ashes and walked to the ashes storage place Everyone had already seen that I was unhappy, and no one dared to talk to me anymore, as if because of my grandfather's death, I suddenly became indifferent, and later, the uncles and aunts of the family would be careful about my thoughts when discussing some things.
Some things will make a person grow up in an instant, I used to giggle all day long, after experiencing the death of my loved ones around me, I feel that I lack that familiar feeling in my life, and I am no longer as lively as before, and I am much calmer when I encounter things.
I took my grandfather's ashes to the ashes depository, and after registration, the staff informed the specific area and the location of the lattice where the ashes were stored, and I walked directly in.
The location of the ashes gives me the feeling of a library, with rows of shelves arranged in an orderly manner, and the small people on the shelves are just enough to fit into the urn, and there is no more space.
Grandpa's position is on the 9th floor of the 9th row of the C area, my height is a little out of reach, and my uncle wanted to reach out and take my grandfather's ashes from my hand, but I refused: "Uncle, you go and borrow a ladder from the staff, I will put my grandfather's ashes in it myself." ” "Okay, I'll go," my uncle said to me.
The rows of urns were not spaced far apart, and everyone had to retreat when my uncle went out, and in the end, I was left alone in the narrow aisle of the shelves.
After all, this is a place where people are burned, and all the places have a swishing feeling, which may not be noticeable when there are many people, and when I am alone, I obviously feel that the temperature around me is starting to drop.
I watched my surroundings vigilantly, it was normal for a ghost to pop up in such a place, but I was doing business now, and I didn't have the time to greet these lonely ghosts.
Several aunts have withdrawn, and I can understand their selfishness in the face of danger, and it also makes me see the emotional weight between people, I don't blame them, but, again, I will not say anything to them like I did when I was a child.
There have been so many things happening in the past few days, sadness fills my brain, I haven't had a good rest for a few days, my head hurts so much that it is about to explode, looking down at my grandfather's urn, there is a small black and white photo on it, and the expression on my face looks very strange.
There is no smile, no expression, black and white photos make people look depressed, the colorful world is beautiful, there is nothing left when people die, only that touch of soul, desolate and drifting "Little sister, come and play with me" A childish child's voice rang in my ears The columbarium is double-sided, this voice sounded from behind me, I would feel strange if I didn't meet a soul in this place, I clearly felt a cool breeze blowing directly on the skin of my neck on the back of my neck.
I looked into the side aisle, and the aunts should have gone to the gate, and now I was the only one left here, and even if I spoke to the spirit behind me now, no one would find out.
"If you want to talk to me, just float in front of me, what kind of ability is hiding behind me, I'm here to see off my relatives today, it's best not to provoke me, otherwise, don't blame me for being polite" There was a chill in my voice, and I said coldly to the soul behind me. aa2705221: