Mao Xiaoyu thought about it seriously and said slowly: "If there is a day when there is nothing to love, I will choose to die with dignity." ” Luo Bo looked at her calmly and asked: "There is no descendant to wear linen and filial piety, no one to say goodbye, no relatives to burn paper money......"
"It doesn't matter."
Mao Xiaoyu raised her head and looked at the roof of the car and smiled gently: "I don't care about these at all." ” "Oh?"
Luo Bo was very interested and said he wanted to hear it.
Peanut has walked back and sat down.
Mao Xiaoyu handed him the phone: "Peanuts are boring, right?"
Let's take a look at your phone.
Turn down the volume.
Don't make noise to others. ” "Okay."
Peanut happily took the phone and clicked on the window.
They sit at the back, three-seater.
"I thought about it a long time ago.
After death, there is no need to be so cumbersome.
After cremating and cleaning, find a clear river and scatter it. ” Luo Bo was surprised: "So open-minded?
” "Of course.
When a person dies, the soul is separated from the body, and the body is useless, just a pile of waste meat.
What to do in the ground?
Let the ants gnaw?
Mao Xiaoyu also glanced at him strangely: "You should know best." ” "I know.
I thought you couldn't see clearly.
Luo Bo chuckled.
"I'm very open-minded.
When I arrived at the pawn shop, I thought it even clearer.
Mao Xiaoyu approached him and whispered: "I've been to the underworld, so I'm not even afraid of death now." ” "Shh Luo Bo also whispered: "You can't say this casually. ” "Hmm."
Mao Xiaoyu seemed to understand what he meant.
People are weird sometimes.
For example, some people boast that they never get sick, and within three days, they will get sick; Some people brag that they never get into an accident when they drive, and needless to say, the next time they drive, they will get into an accident.
It seems that many people have had this experience, but they can't explain it clearly, what is going on?
Why, as soon as the words of the mouth are spoken, the next thing will be fulfilled?
"So, you are also very open to this kind of thing for future generations?"
Luo Bo asked curiously.
"yes."
Mao Xiaoyu pondered for a moment and slowly spoke: "I personally think that three generations of relatives make sense.
For example, if I get married and have children, and after a few decades I have grandchildren, it's a normal life, right?
” "Yes."
Mao Xiaoyu sighed with a smile: "Then I died normally, and it was these relatives of mine who cried and were sad, right?"
” "Of course."
Luo Bo frowned lightly, as if he didn't quite understand what she wanted to express?
Wrenching his fingers, Mao Xiaoyu smiled easily: "My wife is sad, my son is sad, and my grandson is sad."
And then the days go on.
More than ten years later, my great-grandson was born, my great-grandson was born, and among the generations of blood relatives, who still remembers me?
” Luo Bo opened his mouth, slightly surprised.
"The people who really remember me are my sons and grandchildren.
Later generations, they may sweep the tomb during the Qingming Festival, but they have long been strangers.
Mao Xiaoyu shrugged his shoulders: "So, I really think that after passing away, it is wise and correct to cremate and scatter it to the river." ” Luo Bo smiled: "You are really, sometimes sensible to cold-bloodedness." ” "Three generations of relatives, three generations of relatives.
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Four generations later, who really remembers their ancestors?
Is it meaningful to be alone on the mountain or the urn alone in the old house, to our ancestors who may have been reincarnated?
No, it doesn't make any sense at all. ” After finishing speaking, seeing Luo Bo's fixed gaze, Mao Xiaoyu joked: "If you don't believe it, let's do a questionnaire survey with the passengers in the carriage."
Who remembers great-grandfather?
But there is still a trace of admiration?
” "I believe it."
Luo Bo reached out and touched her head, his eyes gentle: "The little head contains a lot of new and strange and shocking transcendent ideas." ” Mao Xiaoyu tilted his head and glared at him dissatisfiedly: "Don't touch your head." ” "Okay, I'll touch my face."
Luo Bo did what he said, touched her face, and unexpectedly found that it felt very good.
Her face was soft and smooth.
'Bang' Mao Xiaoyu slapped away his mischievous hand and gouged him out with a dead eye: "Take advantage of me." ” Luo Bo leaned over his face: "Then you can also touch my face and take it back." ” This kind of cheapness is not taken advantage of.
Mao Xiaoyu touched his face, twisted it hard, and when he saw him grinning, he clapped his hands proudly: "It feels good to take advantage." ” Rubbing his face, Luo Bo seemed to smile: "You want to disfigure me, right?"
The hand strength is too great. ” Blowing his fingers, Mao Xiaoyu ridiculed him: "As far as your appearance, disfigurement is equal to plastic surgery." ” Luo Bo flicked her cheek and smiled: "These words can't hit me at all." ” "Why do you do it?"
Mao Xiaoyu turned her head unhappily.
"I'm so happy."
Luo Bo smiled: "I'm very happy to hear your cooking questions about what happened after the death." ” "What are you happy about?"
Luo Bo crossed his hands, moved his eyes up, and looked at the roof of the car: "There are very few people in this world who are open-minded about death and what happens after death.
Especially at your age.
Four eyes, you have a good mentality.
Mao Laojiu taught you very well. ” "Of course.
My master's carefree mentality still affects me.
Mao Xiaoyu was very happy.
Not only praised himself, but also praised the master, which is too rare.
Luo Bo turned his head and looked at her with complicated eyes.
She's fine, she's good at everything except for being too ordinary passers-by in appearance.
Mao Xiaoyu met his scrutinizing gaze in confusion and whispered, "What are you doing with me?"
” "Nothing."
Luo Bo slowly looked away.
"Huh?
I, I remembered.
Mao Xiaoyu was suddenly startled, alarming the other passengers, and they all looked over.
Luo Bo calmed: "What's the matter?"
” Mao Xiaoyu was short and short, and whispered: "Is it too late to go back to Master's house now?"
” "It's too late."
"Alas!
What kind of memory do I have?
Mao Xiaoyu knocked his head in annoyance.
Luo Bo straightened her and asked with concern, "What the hell is going on?"
” "My master, let me go to the bedside of his room and open a mechanism, and then there is a box with a golden bee in it, activate it.
Said that he could be a helper on his behalf. ” Luo Bo was stunned and speechless for a while.
"Boss, do you want to change the route?"
"It's too late to change the train now."
Luo Bo sighed, glanced out the car window, and said, "It's almost Xiangcheng." ” Mao Xiaoyu expressed regret: "I can only miss Master's gift." ” "You really don't know that Mao Laojiu has a mechanism at the head of his bed?"
Mao Xiaoyu raised his left hand: "I swear, I really don't know."
I cleaned most of Master's room, but I never touched the head of the bed.
If Master hadn't said I'd been in the dark?
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By the way, boss, Golden Bee, is it very powerful?
” Luo Bo snorted silently: "Not only is it powerful, but its origin is extraordinary." ” "Where did it come from?"
Mao Xiaoyu was quite curious.
Luo Bo glanced around, leaned into her ear, and lowered his voice: "The golden bee is a thing raised by the demon king.
The queen bee is the most lethal.
The demon king loves it very much, and he always takes it with him.
After a pause, he wondered: "How can Mao Laojiu hide a golden bee?"
” Mao Xiaoyu, who was gasping for breath, had round eyes: "Demon King?
”