Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Miaomiao reached out to wipe away the tears on He Quanshun's cheeks, opened her hands and gently embraced He Quanshun's chest, closed her eyes and felt her father's strong heartbeat.

"I'm leaving, a mother-in-law is calling me over there."

"Mother-in-law??"

He Quanshun raised his head in a daze. A kind old lady stood in front of the gate of Wushi City with a cane in one hand, watching quietly.

"grandmother!"

Liao Qiu's eyes lit up, he actually saw his grandmother standing there, his eyes turned red, and he wanted to rush over in two or three steps.

He has something to say, and another thing he wants to tell her.

It's just that when Liao Qiu rushed over, he found that no matter how he ran, he always seemed to be standing still.

"Father, the old lady said she would take care of me, don't worry, take care of yourself, and eat on time, don't drink alcohol, don't smoke, and finally live well."

The daughter leaned on her chest, muttering to herself, piercing into He Quanshun's heart inch by inch, as if playing house.

Under the involuntary sobs, He Quanshun didn't even dare to look at Miao Miao again.

"Go, go, go!"

He gently pushed Miao Miao away, but the palm that had always been as stable as Mount Tai was trembling violently. He tried his best to control his inner emotions. He didn't even dare to open his eyes. He knew that if he didn't let go at this time, he would I really don't want to let go.

Miaomiao nodded, turned around unwillingly, and walked towards the old woman standing at the gate of the city.

But he didn't have time to look back at his father.

Suddenly he stopped, a blush appeared on his thin cheeks, he turned his head and shouted with all his might, "Dad!"

He Quanshun suddenly opened his eyes and looked around.

Miaomiao waved to him: "Dad, I love you."

For a moment, He Quanshun's chest was like thousands of galloping horses, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't even utter a word.

The sight in front of him was blurred by tears, thousands of voices piled up on He Quanshun's chest for a long time, and finally He Quanshun waved his hand: "Miao Miao, Dad loves you too..."

Chapter 1037

"Buzz...boom!"

The heavy bronze door was closed again.

The two unhappy people followed behind Zhao Ke, and they turned their heads and walked down worrying about gains and losses.

The ghost soldiers at the foot of the mountain silently looked at the three people who left, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh in their hearts.

Although Liao Qiu was very generous... no, it should be bold.

To the extent that it makes their legs weak.

But in case something goes wrong, no matter how much money there is, they won't have a chance to enjoy it.

But fortunately, all is well.

After the three of them went down the mountain, they didn't go back to the car directly. They sat silently on the big rock beside them, looking at the mountain full of grave mounds in front of them.

Everyone's mind is different.

Liao Qiu saw his grandmother. Although she didn't speak, she gave herself an encouraging look when she left with Miao Miao.

This made Liao Qiu very happy and excited. From the looks of it, grandma seemed to be doing well in the city of death, and she was much more energetic than when she was alive.

But besides the excitement and joy, Liao Qiu was also slightly disappointed.

He Quanshun was really worried about gains and losses, looking up at the sky, with tears in the moist corners of his eyes.

Just like sending children to those fully enclosed boarding schools, the heart fluctuates and the feeling is indescribable.

He knew that after this farewell, it was a farewell forever.

Perhaps after his death, he would have a chance to meet her.

But is it possible?

He Quanshun is at a loss. After the death of ordinary people, they may become ghosts, wraiths, or enter the city of death, waiting for a new round of reincarnation.

Where's the postman?

After the postman dies, is there any chance of reincarnation?

Suddenly, countless conjectures and emotions flooded He Quanshun's mind.

Zhao Ke sat at the side in silence, kneading the shredded tobacco into a ball silently with one hand, stuffing it into the tobacco pot,

Compared with the two, they have what they want and what they want.

As for the old man, he became a handle used by Granny Hong to blackmail him.

Zhao Ke is no longer angry about this.

It's not not being angry, but feeling worthless for the old man.

"Do you think we can die well?"

In the silence, He Quanshun opened his mouth and said that the "we" he mentioned did not include Liao Qiu, but Zhao Ke and him. More broadly speaking, all postmen were included.

Zhao Ke was silent. The question of a good death was still far away for him, but when He Quanshun asked him, he thought of the old man for a moment.

Liao Qiu was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Yes, you can stand at thirty. At forty there is no confusion. At fifty, you know your destiny. At sixty, you can listen to your ears. At seventy, you can do what you want. If we can live to eighty, then we can earn money. Ten is to do whatever one wants, and death is also a good end.”

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Ke was choked by his own spitting, if Sambar heard Liao Qiu's words, he would be very happy.

It is estimated that Sambar would like Zhao Ke to die well when he lived to be 90 years old.

But Zhao Ke was confused at the same time.

Good death!

For ordinary people, in this era of reality, a good death is no longer a very rare thing.

At the age of 80, he is no longer an old man who can be respected by his neighbors.

It is not uncommon in rural areas to be able to cook at the age of 90.