Wind Rises in Dragon City

In a small supermarket on Tufang Street, the police officer looked back at Xiao Yucheng: "Is your child missing?"

"Yes! Did you see it?" Xiao Yucheng looked flustered, panting violently and nodded.

"How big is it?"

"Seven years old!"

"What are his characteristics?" the policeman asked again.

"He is not tall and has a very thin body. He should be wearing a blue half-sleeve T-shirt. Oh, yes, he also has severe asthma and lung disease. He should wear a mask when he goes out..."

"That's you." The police officer nodded and interrupted: "Come with me."

"What happened to him?" Xiao Yucheng asked immediately.

The policeman paused, and looked at the crippled father with some sympathy in his eyes: "It's like this. He had an accident and fell ill near here last night. He didn't receive timely treatment, so...!"

Xiao Yucheng only listened to half of the words before his head thumped and he froze in place with a pale face.

…

An hour and a half later, in Zhanan Central Hospital, in the corridor of the mortuary, a slight chill was surging, and the large iron door into the mortuary stood coldly in front of everyone.

When Xiao Yucheng came to the door, his legs were already weak and his mind was blank.

The police officer was young and kind-hearted. He supported Xiao Yucheng with his left hand, comforted him, and signaled the hospital staff to open the mortuary room, and then everyone entered together.

The staff member put on a mask, opened the large drawer containing the corpse, and said numbly and coldly, "I will sign it later."

After finishing speaking, the staff turned and left. The police officer whispered to Xiao Yucheng, "You weren't home yesterday, were you? Your son seemed to be going downstairs to buy something to eat, and he ran into a few kids on the way and asked him to play football... I visited I looked at the eyewitnesses. They said that your son didn’t play at first, but just sat on the curb and ate pies... But later, he might not be able to hold back, and was called to the field by some other children. After playing for a while, he fell ill …There were no adults around, and the children ran away when they saw something was wrong. In the end, the old man who was on watch at the stadium found your child, but he notified the police, and it was too late when he was sent to the hospital, and the best time for emergency treatment was missed...!"

Beside the big drawer, the policeman was explaining the facts to Xiao Yucheng in a gentle tone, while the latter was staring blankly at the drawer, his liver and gallbladder bursting with pain.

The son's face was purple and blue, his eyelashes and the surface of his skin were stained with frost, and he was still wearing the blue half-sleeved T-shirt. There were several obvious needle holes on his arms, which were left by the hospital when he was rescued.

Collapse, remorse, and unbelievable emotions surged in Xiao Yucheng's heart. He looked at his cold and stiff son, as if he had lost all strength, and all ambitions disappeared.

Although Xiao Yucheng is not old enough to have a son, his son is his only hope. After so many years of working life, he has long been unable to feel any joy in life.

When he was in Sinalo, he woke up to work and went to sleep when it was dark, without any personal time at all. Sometimes when he heard the sound of gunfire in the middle of the night, he had to get up immediately and hide in the air-raid shelter.

Wandering outside, his wife disappeared, and he became disabled. Thirteen years passed in the blink of an eye. In Xiao Yucheng's memory, he was like a machine that kept running, numbly living, earning breadwinner,

Xiao Yucheng no longer remembers the purpose of coming to Dragon City in the first place. His youthful ambitions and ideals have long been shattered in the painful life. His wife is gone, his only hope is to bring up his son who was born with a disease, let him have a relatively healthy living environment, save some money for him, so that the next generation will not have to live like him.

But today, the son Xiao Yucheng cared for was gone, and all his hopes fell to the ground like a vase, smashed to pieces.

In the cold mortuary room, Xiao Yucheng leaned against the big drawer and slowly squatted on the ground, holding his head, weeping in confusion and despair.

Next to him, the police officer didn't urge him, turned around and walked outside, smoking a cigarette.

I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know who has talked to him. In short, Xiao Yucheng signed several notices in a daze, claiming his son's body.

The staff of the hospital put away the pen and paper, looked up at Xiao Yucheng and asked, "Cremation? There is a car to deliver it, five hundred yuan."

Xiao Yucheng replied blankly: "No... no cremation."

"No cremation, no private burial, what are you going to do?" The staff frowned and said, "Now private burials are fined and detained, look...?"

"Then cremate it." Xiao Yucheng replied without any emotion on his face.

Ten minutes later, the car pulling the corpse drove out of the hospital, and the second security guard who was in charge of monitoring Xiao Yucheng followed the car in front while holding the phone and said: "...I'm so unlucky to be on the horse, I'm going to die with you. This man, his son died. Yeah, he just came out of the hospital and went to the crematorium... Ah, what's the matter? Give him two more days to deal with the funeral? Shit! Take it, what's the matter what!"

The second guarantee is holding the phone while communicating with the upper management

, while driving with Xiao Yucheng to the crematorium.

…

The birth of a person has to experience the mother's ten-month pregnancy, and the double pain of the mother and child. Even the new parents who are particular about it may take a year or two to prepare for pregnancy. They have gone through many difficulties and obstacles before the child comes into this world.

But the death and disappearance of a person~www.wuxiaspot.com~ only takes less than three minutes, and once the fire is ignited, there are no bones left.

In the middle of the night, Xiao Yucheng walked out of the crematorium with the urn in his hands. The cold wind blew past him. There was no one to pick him up, and there were no relatives or friends who could feel his sadness.

Er Bao, who had been squatting all day, got out of the car, smoked a cigarette, walked up to Xiao Yucheng and said, "Send you back?"

Xiao Yucheng looked at him and nodded blankly.

"Let's go!" Er Bao greeted.

Two minutes later, the car left the compound, and the second security guard sat in the front, and said casually: "It's really sad for you to spread this matter, but every yard counts, and you still have to deal with this case as soon as possible." I can’t follow you every day, so you will be in trouble, and I will be in trouble too. You’d better change the money quickly and settle the matter.”

Xiao Yucheng sat in the back seat, looking at the back of his head, his body was as stiff as a sculpture.

"Just now at the crematorium, I called Brother Xu, and I pleaded for you, and he promised to give you two more days." Erbao continued: "But what I mean is, if you can raise money as soon as possible, you should Hurry up and come out, don't delay, so that it will be convenient for you to organize the funeral for your child later. But if you really can't make it out now, you will have to... "

Xiao Yucheng's numb gaze became brighter, and his eyes became blood red.

…

Coders Association Headquarters.

Jing Yan held the phone and said: "Speaker Lu means that we can talk about delivering goods to Sinalo after Carl from the Control Department leaves. Yes, I'm going to let Gu Baishun do it..."