Chapter 239: Friend, I heard you want to see me?
Wang Cong’s today is a day worth remembering.
He will never forget what happened today in his lifetime.
Everything that happened today was too ups and downs, and everything was full of reversals and ironies, revealing to him the true face of the cold and cruel world.
He originally thought that by selling his conscience, selling everything, and dyeing his heart black, he would be able to better embrace the world and gain light.
But he didn't expect that when he cut open his black heart and showed it to others, what the world would give him in return would be deeper and bottomless darkness.
His fresh black heart was thrown away after being randomly ruined by even darker people.
And,
What Wang Cong couldn't understand was that when he completely fell into the abyss of darkness and was about to rot and grow maggots in despair, a hand came from above the abyss. She reached in and grabbed him.
Like a ray of light that tore through the darkness, it shone into his eyes. But this time, the light was not as tender as before, but like a red-hot iron, fiercely poking into his eyes. It stabbed his chest and stabbed his black heart until blood dripped.
pain!
The heartbreaking pain made Wang Cong howl in hysterical pain all the way on the corpse truck. The sound echoed in the cold iron car, accompanied by bumps and shaking along the way.
Finally, when Wang Jian carefully handed an urn to Wang Cong's trembling hands like a madman, his body was already in uncontrollable convulsions in pain.
However, in this heart-wrenching pain, Wang Cong strangely experienced a twist of pleasure.
Painful and addictive!
"Feng Mu, I want to see Feng Mu, will Feng Mu come?"
Wang Cong was holding the urn, crying and laughing like crazy, his eyes were as red as burning coals, but there was a strange sparkle in his eyes. of light.
He stared directly at Wang Jian, with strong fear in his trembling voice, and the fear was mixed with a trace of morbid desire.
Feng Mu is no longer just a simple light for Wang Cong, but a fatal attraction to moths caused by candlelight in the dark night. He is afraid that the light will illuminate his rotten shadow, but He was extremely eager to get close and use that temperature to dispel the coldness of the night, even if the flames would burn him to death.
But it doesn’t matter, because he also longs for the pain of being burned!
Wang Jian took a step back in fear and replied: "I don't know, Feng Mu didn't say, why don't you call Feng Mu and ask?"
Wang Cong swallowed and wanted to hit but didn't. If he dared to fight, he looked directly at Wang Jian. Wang Jian's scalp was numb at the sight, so he could only make the call for Wang Cong.
The call was connected and quickly hung up.
Wang Jian spread his hands to Wang Cong and said, "Feng Mu said he had something to do, so he wouldn't come over. Let you go home directly."
Wang Cong won't cry anymore. He smiled, with an expression on his face as if he had suddenly died. He left the incineration plant with the urn in his arms and walked into the darkness without street lights.
"Is this your friend?" Wangfu, wearing a wrinkled work clothes and a slight stoop, came out of nowhere with a hoarse voice.
Wang Jian turned his head and was a little surprised by his father's sudden appearance:
"Dad, haven't you already gotten off work? Oh, this man is not a friend. I don't know him. He is Feng Mu’s friend, today I It's just a favor."
Wang Jian nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Well, that's good. Try to stay away from this person in the future."
Wang Jian was slightly stunned. In my memory, my father rarely asked who he associated with.
He asked suspiciously: "Is there anything wrong with him?" Wang Fu coughed heavily several times, and his voice became hoarse: "This man's mood swings are too great, and his body may not be able to bear it, and he is about to become deformed."
Wang Jian couldn’t help laughing:
“Dad, don’t drive. It’s a joke. No experts on the Internet have said that emotional fluctuations can cause distortion. Besides, shouldn’t distortions be detected in advance? Doesn’t that mean you are better than those experts?
The king’s father did not refute his son’s question, but just sighed:
"Your dad and I don't use the Internet very much, so I don't understand what those experts say. But your dad and I have spent my whole life burning corpses in an incineration plant. Even if I don't use my eyes to see, I can smell that person floating from the bones from a long distance away." "The smell of corpses came out."
Wang Jian felt that what his father said had no scientific basis. Besides, he had gone to the incineration plant to burn hundreds of corpses. Why didn't he smell Wang Cong just now? Does it smell like corpse?
Did he not burn enough, or is it because his father’s nose works better?
Wang Jian glanced at his father who kept coughing. After thinking about it, he listened to the advice more sincerely and kindly sent a reminder text message to his friend Feng Mu.
……
Wang Cong walked like a zombie on the dark night road, holding two urns in his arms, one containing his father and the other containing his mother.
In fact, one person is a home, which seems a bit scary.
He wandered aimlessly on the streets and walked home in a daze.
Sitting at the dining table, looking at the empty room, Wang Cong seemed to have a piece of his heart ripped out forever.
"Or, I should be burned together with my parents today!" Wang Cong thought to himself.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket and threw it casually on the coffee table. The cell phone had long been exhausted, but he had no intention of charging it.
Wang Cong just sat there, his eyes empty, his face expressionless, motionless like a dead corpse that had not been burned.
The hands of the old clock turned slowly, and Wang Cong fell asleep unconsciously.
I don’t know how long it took, but Wang Cong suddenly woke up. He suddenly turned his head and looked to the side. On the sofa next to him, where his father always used to sit, there was a person sitting quietly.
The lights were not turned on in the room, so it was very dark. I couldn’t see the man’s face clearly, I could only vaguely see the outline of the human figure in the darkness.
Wang Cong opened his eyes wide and breathed rapidly. His whole person seemed to suddenly come to life. He asked subconsciously: "Feng Mu, is that you?"
It's not so much that he was asking if the person was Feng Mu. Said that he hoped that the person sitting there would be Feng Mu.
The hands of the clock jumped slightly, making a weak "tick" sound, but in Wang Cong's perception, it seemed that after an era of long waiting, the low and faint voice finally responded. He heard his call:
"Are you awake? Don't you want to sleep a little longer?"
The body in the darkness leaned forward slightly, and the blurred facial features slowly emerged. The familiar and calm smile hanging on his face, who else could it be if he wasn't Feng Mu?
Wang Cong's heart twitched violently, and the pain almost made it difficult for him to breathe, but his eyes were filled with hope, and his voice trembled:
"You're still here!"
Feng A bright and sincere smile appeared on Mu's lips, and he said: "I heard that you really want to see me, so I'm here, my friend!"
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( End of chapter)