Bride of Death

"Teacher, can I borrow your mobile phone?"

"Student, it's class time now, please go back to your classroom." The male teacher frowned.

"Teacher, I have very important things to do. I'll go back to class immediately after calling!" Yi You said three times.

"Did something happen at home, would you like me to contact the class teacher for you?" the male teacher handed him the phone.

Taking the phone, Yi Yousan took out his business card from his pocket, pointed at the number on it, and dialed it.The ring rang twice before being hung up. Yi Yousan did not give up and called again, and this time the call was connected quickly.

"Hello, who are you?" Liu Jiaxin's voice came from the phone.

"Sister Liu, it's me, Yi Yousan, can I ask you to help me?" Yi Yousan said.

"Okay, tell me." Liu Jiaxin said.

Yi Yousan told Liu Jiaxin her thoughts, and she was dumbfounded.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Liu Jiaxin hesitated.

"En!" Yi Er said three times.

After hanging up the phone, Yi Yousan returned the phone to the male teacher, looked at the clock on the wall and said:

"Thank you teacher, I'm going to class!"

"get out of class is over in 10 minutes, so tell me, what happened." The male teacher moved a chair and signaled Yi Ersan to sit down.

"Teacher, do you still remember the Cultural Palace behind the school?" Yi Er said three times.

"I remember, when I was young, I often went there with my parents. I heard that it seems to be demolished now. It's a pity." The male teacher said.

"It will be open again tonight, maybe for the last time, I hope you can go and have a look." Yi Er said three times.

"Hahaha, don't be kidding, it was closed three years ago." The male teacher said helplessly.

Yi Yousan didn't speak, stood up to express his thanks and left the infirmary.

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Before noon, a trending search was airborne on Weibo, and it climbed to the top of the list at the fastest speed.

"Jiefang Road Cultural Palace will open to the public at 20 o'clock tonight." The following comments broke through more than 3 in a short while.

"Didn't you say it was going to be demolished? Why is it opening up again?"

"What's the use of keeping this kind of old building, it's ugly and old."

"Isn't this comment created by swiping? Is it so easy to buy trending searches now?"

"The [-]th-line starlets are more handsome, and they can be popular for eating, drinking, and drinking, and it's not uncommon for old buildings to be trending."

"Wang Yinan, who are you talking about?"

"Whoever I say is whoever it is, don't be seated."

Yi Ersan propped his chin and listened attentively to the discussions in the class.He didn't expect that Liu Jiaxin's work efficiency would be so high, and before noon, the enthusiasm would reach its peak.

"Yi Ersan, what are you looking at? You don't even have a mobile phone!" Wang Kai walked to his side and mocked.

The troublemaker came again, he sighed, what Wang Kai said was true, he did not have a mobile phone.It's not that he doesn't want to buy it, but that no one will contact him at all.Standing up, walked around Wang Kai and walked out of the classroom.

Before he walked out of the classroom, he heard Wang Kai shouting:

"A poor man with no father and no mother, it seems that he is next to a rich woman in the morning. With such a small body, can he bear it?"

After Wang Kai finished speaking, the classroom was silent, and Yi Ersan stood motionless outside the door.This is what Wang Kai wanted. He doubled his voice and said loudly:

"Can I still be wrong? What era is it? There are still people who can't even afford a mobile phone, and their school uniforms are washed like rags. Oh, and those pair of nipples, go home to work and go to school if you don't have money It’s a waste of resources, don’t you think?”

"Brother Kai is right. Some time ago, I was still thinking about why this kid had a new outfit. It turned out that he was next to a rich woman." Wang Kai's followers echoed.

Looking at Yi Ersan's motionless back, and looking at the classmates watching the excitement in the class, no one came up to speak for Yi Ersan.Wang Kai became more confident, and just about to say something, Yi Ersan suddenly turned around.

"What, do you want to fight?" Wang Kai raised his eyebrows.

Yi Yousan's eyes were gloomy as if sprinkled with a layer of dust, like a sharp blade, piercing straight into Wang Kai's heart, causing him to take a step back involuntarily, his chest heaving violently.Wang Kai didn't understand what that feeling was, he just felt his heart was beating very fast, as if it was about to jump into his throat.

That is the fear from the depths of the soul!

No one knew what Yi Ersan wanted to do, but he walked over step by step.From Wang Kai's point of view, he is like a devil walking out of hell, who can take his life away at any time.

"Don't come here!" Wang Kai yelled in horror, kneeling on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, very puzzled about what happened just now.From their point of view, Yi Yousan just walked over from the door, missed Wang Kai, and sat back in his seat.Why did Wang Kai react so strongly?

Wang Kai was helped up, only to find that his back was soaked in sweat.

"Brother Kai, are you feeling unwell? I'll take you to the infirmary."

A group of people left the classroom in a mighty manner, some were confused, but no one dared to approach Yi Ersan.And Yi Ersan himself just propped his chin and looked out the window in a daze, no one knew what he was thinking.

Obviously being bullied, but there is no reaction at all.Not angry, not happy, like a cold-blooded animal, it is disgusting.This is also one of the reasons why most people in the class reject Yi Ersan.

As night fell and the evening self-study ended, a group of people went home in twos and threes.Yi Ersan walked out of the teaching building alone, thinking that with the few coins in his pocket, he should be able to buy two steamed buns at the school gate, and then walk to the Cultural Palace to digest food after eating.

As soon as he walked to the school gate, a man in a suit and leather shoes stood.The man was tall and had a very vicious face. No one dared to approach him, and they all hid far away not to cause trouble.Yi Ersan had seen this man from afar, this god of death who had made a contract with him.

"Yi Er San, are you hungry?" Death said.

"Well, I'm going to buy two steamed buns. You just came, and we each have one." Yi Er said three times.

The god of death sighed, walked to Yi Ersan's side and stretched out his left hand.Yi Ersan was full of doubts, looked up at him and said:

"what happened?"

"Give me your hand." Death said.

"Oh." Yi Ersan obediently stretched out his right hand, and said in the palm of Death God.

The god of death pulled suddenly, and Yi Ersan was hugged into his arms. Before he could react, they came to the roof of the Cultural Palace.The god of death put him down gently, and somehow conjured a cloth bag wrapped in floral cloth.

"It's still early for dinner." Death said.

After receiving the cloth bag, Yi Yousan's heart felt warm, it was the first time anyone cared about him so much.Ah, it seems that it is not a person, but a god of death.Opening the cloth bag and taking out the bento box, Yi Ersan just leaned against the guardrail and ate all the food in the bento box.And his contractor stood beside him, watching him quietly.

At 20:00, all the lights around the Cultural Palace were turned on.The spotlights gathered at the entrance of the Cultural Palace one by one, slowly awakening the long-sleeping memory.The Palace of Culture was opened for the last time, and those who saw the news gathered here.Passers-by who came and went saw the lights of the Cultural Palace turned on, and came over curiously to ask what happened.

The familiar music played slowly, and the door of the Cultural Palace was slowly pushed open.Those sealed memories all emerged with the sound of the music.Some old people even shed tears because this is the memory of their youth.

They are so familiar with this song!The information in that era was not developed, but everyone knew the name of the song——"Подмосковные Вечера"

Неслышнывсадудажешорохи,

Всёздесьзамерлодоутра,

Еслибзналивы,какмнедороги

Подмосковныевечера.

Еслибзналивы,какмнедороги

Подмосковныевечера

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"Father, what song is this?" A naive little girl looked up at her father and asked.

"Dad was often brought here by your grandfather to play when Dad was young. At that time, this song was very popular, and Dad would play it with the accordion when he was studying." The middle-aged man said.

"Grandpa passed away many years ago. He used to take me here to fly a kite during morning exercises." The little girl said.

The middle-aged man rubbed the little girl's hair, and walked in holding her hand.The originally clean Cultural Palace suddenly became lively.The hall was cleaned up, the hanging chandeliers and the decoration here brought people back to that era.

Liu Jiaxin dressed extraordinarily solemnly tonight, pushing a wheelchair and walking in from the side of the door.An old man sat in a wheelchair, holding a harmonica tightly in his hand.

"Jiaxin, thank you." The old man said hoarsely.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry." Liu Jiaxin misunderstood the meaning of the old man from the beginning. She insisted on keeping this place, but she forgot that what the times need is change.The buildings here are indeed old and mixed, and what the second uncle did was unreasonable.

She followed the high school student's advice and asked her grandfather about his last wishes.Grandpa said that he wanted to see the music playing here again before leaving.

The music started, and some people danced slowly and gracefully in two groups.Others took pictures of the scene with their mobile phones and posted them on the Internet, which immediately aroused huge repercussions.Liu Guoqing has experienced countless experiences in his life, and this Cultural Palace is his lifelong obsession.

He did not tell his granddaughter that the design of the Cultural Palace was actually the plan proposed by the teacher in class.In times of war, life is more important than anything else, and the sustenance of the Palace of Culture is the expectation for the future.He hoped that at that time, people would be able to eat well, wear warm clothing, have jobs and entertainment...

Now that he saw it, he had no regrets.

At 23:50, the Cultural Palace has withdrawn from the stage of history and completed its mission.The old man lay on the bed in the ward, looked at the clock on the wall and said:

"You came."

"Yeah." Yi Yousan was brought into the old man's ward by the god of death.

"Has my time limit come yet?" the old man asked with a smile.

"Yes, there are still 9 minutes." Yi Er said three times.

"Alright, I don't have any regrets anymore," said the old man.

"Liu Guoqing, male, died at the age of 88. The cause of death was cardiac arrest. Apprentice Death God Yi Ersan, please give a judgment on Liu Guoqing's life." Death God said.

Yi Ersan was very serious, bowed deeply to the old man and said:

"Go to heaven."

"It is in line with the judgment result." The god of death said with satisfaction.