The Old Photo (旧照片)

Chapter 1

Translator: MysticRain

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Zhao Mu has died.

Li Yu spent some money to held a funeral and invited a little disciple of a charlatan to read the scripture, while he, himself carried the rosewood urn and ran to the corner of the funeral hall and be in a trance.

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This was an empty urn, the owner of this urn was still laying in the funeral parlor.

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Li Yu sat on the stool, silently touched the urn that emitted dark light, the rim of his eyes was ashen, his beard was stubbly, and he was dejected like a wreck.

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Up until now, he couldn't dare to believe that Zhao Mu had already left.

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The funeral parlor was very cold and deserted, there weren't many people present. Even if there were people who came, they would only sigh, you can't see how much grief there was in it. This was the first time the little apprentice handled this kind of work, he looked left and right, but nobody was in the mood to noticed him, everybody was busy exhibited make-believe grief, or simply showed disdain on their face while pointed at the beautiful young man in the photo. In the end, he had no alternative but ran to Li Yu.

"Uncle, I want to recite the scripture and need the urn to open the light," he shrunk his head, stammered, somewhat afraid of the tall man in front of him that had brought him here without an explanation, "Uncle you need to present the urn to the hall to begin."

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Li Yu was silent for a long time, he then touched the top of the heavy urn in his hand again.

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This was the most expensive urn that he has spent several months of expenses to bought. Based on his and Zhao Mu's little saving, it was simply not enough to buy a good grave, he doesn't know where he could go to borrow it——He was an unemployed man with a criminal record, who would be willing to lend him a large sum of money.

What about a low-quality grave? It's located at the bottom of the mountain. All day long, the sun never reached it, it was like being pinned down by all the graves above, forever unable to turn over.

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The gravestone will be covered with moss. Even if he cleaned it up every day, after he reunited with Zhao Mu, inevitably there will be one day, the name engraved on it will be covered with wet and sticky moss.

At that time, there will be nothing to prove that Zhao Mu had once existed.

Zhao Mu ah......

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Li Yu lowered his head and didn't look at the little disciple.

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"You're such a prideful man, surely you will not like that place," he turned to the urn and softly said, even carried a little smile on his face, "Besides, I hate to let you stay in that place. No matter what is it, you always wanted the best, I'm unable to give you a grave, I'm useless......forgive me, I can only give you an urn, forgive me A Mu, forgive me. I gave you the best urn, a rosewood that cost several thousand yuan, we haven't spent that much money in a long time, all the money is for you......all of it......to give you the best urn, the best......"

He rambled long-windedly at the urn and completely didn't pay attention to what the little disciple had said, the little disciple stood with his legs began to ache, unable to bear it and said, "Uncle, he still hasn't been cremated, this urn is empty."