Requiem Chapter 83 Righteousness of Heaven and Earth (2)
The two policemen on duty outside heard something was wrong in the house, immediately drew their guns, and pushed open the door vigilantly.
Yin Hui spread his hands and said, "Well, Mayor Huang is almost recovered from his injuries. He just sang a high note! I'll give you an inspection report and transfer him back to prison! Also, here is Huang Chen's confession. He admitted that he used his government position to collude with local underworld organizations."
"Yin Hui, I'll fuck your ancestors."
Behind him, Huang Chen's cursing voice came.
Yin Hui smiled and said, "My ancestor has already turned into a ghost. If you want to fuck him, you have to go straight to him!"
At this point, he added, "By the way, look at my memory. Remember to let me know before you leave, and I'll give you a donkey cart to get around. Don't worry, since we know each other, I'll give you a 20% discount!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and Huang Chen fell down with his head raised.
Outside the hospital, the light is bright, and the warm sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves. It is comfortable and long.
The fragrance of rosewood permeated the streets, filling up all the emptiness between heaven and earth. As he looked, Yin Hun gradually narrowed his eyes, feeling every blade of grass and tree around him.
"Yin Hun, why are you here?" Ouyang Xue came down the stairs, wearing a denim casual suit. She suddenly changed her image, which really made Yin Hun feel amazing.
"It's okay, I just came to see an old friend." Yin Hun smiled at her kindly and prepared to leave.
"Please appear in court as a witness to testify against Huang Chen in three days!" Ouyang Xue looked at Yin Hun with anticipation.
"Well, don't worry. I will appear in court both for official and private reasons." Yin Hun nodded.
"Also, I'm very sorry about Mr. Zhao's matter. I also apologize for my previous misunderstanding of you!" Ouyang Xue blushed. This rich kid should be apologizing to someone for the first time! Yin Hui saw some stiffness and reluctance on her face.
"Well, nothing." Yin Hun waved his hand indifferently.
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave."
"By the way... Yin Hui, you have helped me so much. I wonder if you have time. I would like to treat you to a meal. I also want to... discuss the matter of being an assistant with you." It seems that Ouyang Xue still refuses to let him go!
"Well... what down-to-earth things can a person like me do? So, I'm leaving first. We can talk about it next time if you have anything to say. I have a lot of business." After saying that, Yin Hun turned around and left without saying anything else.
Looking at Yin Hui's graceful figure, Ouyang Xue shook her head in annoyance: "What a weirdo." Then she turned around and walked into the hospital. On the way, she saw a can and kicked it without thinking. However, the can did not fly out. On the contrary, Ouyang Xue hugged her foot in pain and groaned there.
She deserved it. She squatted down and took a closer look, only to find that someone had dug a hole right below the can and put it on a water valve as a prank...
"Whoever did this, shoot him! Shoot him!"
Yin Hui had a dream. In the dream, Old Zhao told him that he had settled down in the underworld. However, the underworld was now overcrowded. The steam trains that went to Yangguan Road every day were packed like a hornet's nest. Conservatively speaking, Old Zhao would have to wait at least a dozen years to get a train ticket. Wipe away tears first.
In addition, he repeatedly asked Yin Hui to burn more gold ingots. There was no other way. The underworld was also in a financial crisis. The green notes of the Tiandi Bank had to be carried in a sack if they wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes. He also asked Yin Hui to burn a more beautiful house. He had no special requirements. Also, if possible, bury his body! The rules of Maoshan could not be abolished.
Then it was the old man's turn to be proud, saying that he had been a good man for three generations, and that he would definitely become a rich second-generation in this reincarnation, and that he would bring disaster to society. Seeing his pride, Yin Hui was also happy.
Unconsciously, the dream came to an end. Yin Hun touched the pillowcase, which was wet. He had no idea whether the scene in the dream was real or not. After all, no one had ever been to the underworld. As for the steam locomotive, maybe it was also popular in the reform and opening up?
Anyway, it's always good to have expectations, isn't it?
The funeral of Old Zhao was over. He was buried in the funeral home. The grave was not big. To prevent it from being too prominent, it was only one head higher than the other small graves containing urns. However, this was a good spot carefully selected by Yin Hui. It was a good spot for hiding wind and dew, and it was a good spot for two dragons to add to the eyes. Yin Hui dug a rough earth pit with a shovel, and put Old Zhao's coffin in it with a few strong men.
The coffin is made of top-grade redwood. In order to get the material, Director Zhou went through a lot of trouble.
"Old man, have a safe trip!" After saying that, Yin Hun shoveled the first shovel of soil on Zhao Deshui's face.
Then he shoveled soil onto the coffin one shovel at a time. Watching the coffin being buried in the earth bit by bit, Yin Hun felt somewhat uncomfortable. After erecting the tombstone, looking at the voice and smile of Zhao Deshui on the tombstone, he felt as if his face was wet by raindrops, and the water flowed down his face.
Yin Hun licked it subconsciously, it tasted salty, it was tears.
He kowtowed three times to Zhao Deshui. After that, he found traces of blood on the marble in front of him. Yin Hun wiped the blood from his forehead and turned to leave. This timid and wretched old man who regarded himself as a junior, left behind only this piece of grain and a tombstone in the world.
After the wisteria flowers fade, the branches turn into dead ones.
In fact, Old Zhao was really good to me. There was no need for too many words between men. This old guy had already treated Yin Hui as his own son.
Thinking of what Zhao Deshui had said to him before he died, Yin Hun knew in his heart that although Maoshan Taoism would sooner or later disappear in modern society like other ancient things, Old Zhao still hoped that he could continue to carry it forward. After all, there were too many dark things in this society, and without Maoshan Taoism, more evil would breed.
You should know that Tao is the righteousness of heaven and earth, Tao is the bright and clear universe!
After leaving Cemetery No. 3 and looking back, the sky was clear and the air was fresh. So Yin Hui acquiesced. He had not lost his original intention and would continue to fulfill the mission that should have belonged to him!
When he returned to the community and was packing up Zhao Deshui's belongings, Yin Hun found a small package in his cabinet. After opening it, it was full of various Hope Project honor certificates. Yin Hun opened one at random and saw a photo fall out of it. It was a photo of Zhao Deshui and a group of children. The background was a shabby school. Those children were all dark-skinned, and what left an impression on people was their pairs of eager eyes.
All the teachers and students of Liupanshan Hope Primary School would like to thank Mr. Zhao Deshui.
Yin Hui finally understood why this old man with a monthly salary of tens of thousands of yuan had always been so frugal, even the teapot he used to drink water had turned yellow and black. He finally understood where the money of Old Zhao had gone.
As Yin Hui flipped through the certificates and thank-you letters, he became more and more surprised. He never thought that this old man was the honorary principal of a Hope Primary School. Isn't that impressive? As he flipped through the books, tears began to fall from his eyes.
"Old man, I understand now. Good people will be rewarded in the end!" Thinking of his dream, in which Old Zhao was picking his nose and was proud of himself for being reborn as a rich second-generation man, Yin Hun couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The old black-and-white TV in the living room was playing the recently popular "Infernal Affairs 3". The picture was frozen, Chen Daoming was wearing a black coat with broad shoulders, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the blue sky, recalling the scenes before Tony Leung's sacrifice, and said to the people around him lightly: "Some things still have to be done by someone!"
Yes! Some things still need to be done by someone...
