Mu Chen's Anecdote

The old man was sent to Yizhuang sideways three days later. It is said that he couldn't let Su Shi go, and asked to come and lie down for a while before he died.

Su Zhi hesitated for a long time, but still gave up the habit of taking out the knife and making gestures.After all, with such an old corpse, one cannot expect his organs to be used for art.

Su Shu didn't go back to his little bamboo house at night. In fact, he didn't know why he stayed with this old guy here. He just thought that he would be buried tomorrow, and maybe he would never see the face of this good old man again. Take a look.

The old man's sons and daughters have left Fuxi Village to venture into the world of flowers and flowers, so they subconsciously love Su Chen as a child.

"What does it feel like to die?"

Under the dim light of the ever-burning lamp at his feet, a man sat quietly next to the corpse and murmured a question.

Mingming felt that this old guy was going to report below, but the living and the dead seemed to be short of something other than a sigh of relief.

Although before this, Su Zhi didn't care about life and death.

If you have been alone since you were a child, you rely on your hands to find food when you are hungry, and hug yourself tightly to keep warm when you are cold. There is no such thing as happiness or unhappiness—this kind of emotion is for people who only think about how to live. In other words, a bit extravagant.

Su Zhi almost gave up when he was in the state of dying many times, and even thought about it calmly, even if he died in this wasteland, no one would care, so why did he still have to be so persistent and survive in such pain? Woolen cloth?

But when he crawled to the weak white rabbit beside him, bit open its artery, sucked the only warmth in the ice and snow, and killed another innocent life as the price for his own avoidance of death, he found that he no longer needed it. After thinking about this problem, as long as you live, you will be fine.

Not reconciled, he died in the snow as stiff and cold as this weak animal, and no one even knew that he had come to this world.

Later, after gradually being able to take good care of herself, Su Shen fell into another thought, why should she live?No one has ever told him what the meaning of his existence is. Before he could figure out this very philosophical question in human history, he met this old man when he was assigned to work in Yizhuang.

In the beginning, Su Shi’s idea was very simple. Working is nothing more than a way of living. If you work hard, you can have food, and you don’t have to starve or suffer from cold.

What was the first sentence the old man said to himself?

"Your hands are a pair of beautiful hands, but not gentle enough."

Su Zhi paused for a while before realizing that the people around him were talking to him, and he hadn't communicated with similar creatures for a long time.

He stared blankly at the old man for a while, with a little confusion in his eyes, does he also work in Yizhuang?

"I mean, it's not good for you to treat the corpse like this."

"Not good?" Su Chen thought about it for a while, but he didn't think there was anything wrong. When he was extremely hungry, he would eat dead animals. That would be bad. At least now, he didn't have an appetite for the meat.

The old man had doubts about the boy in front of him whose face hadn't opened yet but whose eyes were distant and indifferent. It was a bizarre event that he appeared in Fuxi Village. He didn't get close to people. I heard many people talking about the new helper in Yizhuang, but I didn't expect it to be such a young child.

"We should have respect for dead bodies, after all they are the carriers of our souls."

"It's just a container, do you want to pay respect to the flower pot?" Su Chen understood this sentence, but he disagreed, and objected while continuing to work.

The old man stared, not knowing whether to evaluate this answer as inscrutable or blunt and impulsive, perhaps just a child who has not received a good education.

"But the corpse will still be uncomfortable." Try harder.

"Isn't it already dead? How can a dead person feel?"

"..."

With a few knives, the fresh and tender meat was cut open ruthlessly, with an unhealthy white and pink color, and the internal organs were quickly taken out by sharp eyes and hands.

"But their loved ones will have a hard time." Keep trying.

"What they love are the bodies of these people, aren't they their souls? Didn't you say that the body is just a carrier?" Su Shi gradually became a little impatient. Talking with people for so long was already his limit. Before doing this job, ask if you are working alone.

"..." seemed to be placed together.

"What's more, what does it matter to me that they are sad?"

The old man lowered his head. Is this child innocent or indifferent?

"If you are lying on it now, and I treat your body like this, you or the person who loves you will also be sad?" Right, right, the old man tried to persuade him at last.

"impossible."

"...?"

"First of all, I am younger than you and have lived longer than you. In any case, you lie on it and I will do it..."

"!!" Does this guy not understand metaphors?The old man was immersed in the blow of a huge communication barrier and couldn't extricate himself for a long time.

Su Zhi lowered her head and continued to add in her heart, let alone no one loves me, would she care how this carrier is treated?

The old man is a kind and good man, so he did not give up on Su Shi, a lost boy. He stubbornly believed that it was just that there was no one to guide this boy. As long as he was taught well, he would definitely be able to grow into an outstanding child.

……

After all, I didn't wait until that day.

Su Zhi came back to his senses, looked at the old man who seemed to be sleeping peacefully in front of him, carefully stretched out his fingers, like a kitten testing something he was interested in, and gently touched the old man's hand.

Unlike the wrinkled and waterless skin of ordinary elderly people, because of his professional relationship, his hands are relatively flexible and delicate.

Su Zhi touched it and shrank back, leaning over to look at his face curiously.

"I won't do that to you, you will hurt."

Su Zhi spoke in a very low voice, with a gentle smile in his voice, as if he had finally said his farewell words.

It’s also like speaking to a soul wandering in the house. Maybe the answer to this question has changed a bit today. It’s not that small animals understand humans, but that humans have entered the hearts of small animals.

There was no air blowing in the room with the doors and windows closed, but the ever-burning candle at his feet shook slightly. The candlelight was projected on the young man's gentle face, and the faint shadow of his eyelashes covered his eyelids. He slept peacefully, with Tightly clutching those old hands that once stroked the top of his head.

The author has something to say: this child, how should I say it?Some world-weary indifference, but also very hard to live, I don't know what kind of Su Shi I will create.