"When I die, you'll see it when you sort through my belongings."
"Never mind then, I'd rather not watch it."
"I'll never watch it again in my life!"
...
In the end, Song Qingrong still did not choose to read my will.
Although she didn't say why, I knew very well that it wasn't that she didn't want to see it, but that she was afraid to see it.
If it were me, I would do the same.
What is the most painful thing in the world?
Sometimes it's not about yourself, but about someone you care about suddenly disappearing from your life, and not only that, that person telling you to live well.
How tragic!
...
"Xu Ruo, let's go back to the coffin shop!"
As soon as I finished breakfast, Song Qingrong asked me.
"So sudden?" I was a little surprised.
“Judging by the time, it’s been almost seven days since Yan Yin left. We should start making preparations.” Song Qingrong explained, “Yan Yin only has us two friends in this world.”
"If we don't do it, who will?"
“That makes sense.” I nodded. “Let’s go then. I’ll go prepare some things too.”
"You're here again." Song Qingrong glared at me.
Clearly, she knew what I meant.
"Okay, I'll stop talking now." I chuckled to myself.
After we finished packing, we headed back to the coffin shop. Song Qingrong immediately started cleaning the shop. Having not been there for several days, the already quiet coffin shop felt even more oppressive at this time.
There's a lot more dust now.
The place where Yan Yin often sat had lost its last bit of vitality.
My gaze immediately fell on the coffin that Yan Yin had prepared for me; the dust had almost completely covered the ray of sunlight she had painted for me.
Just as I was about to go over and tidy up my future home, Song Qingrong had already arrived at the coffin before me.
Before I could even speak, she had already started wiping the dust off.
At the same time, she looked at me and said, "Xu Ruo, do you think that when a person dies, they are really dead?"
"If this coffin is buried like this and not cleaned, wouldn't the person lying inside be unhappy?"
I thought for a moment and said, "It shouldn't be that bad. After all, direct burial is not allowed now. The body has to be cremated at the crematorium first."
"They've all turned to ashes, what's there to be unhappy about?"
Hearing me say that, Song Qingrong paused for a moment, then rolled her eyes at me in annoyance.
"Can you please answer me seriously?!"
"I can't guess that!" I said with a laugh.
"Why?" Song Qingrong asked again.
"Because all this dust will be covered by soil after the burial, so it won't be visible. So it doesn't really matter whether you wipe it or not." At this point, I added, "Actually, none of this matters."
"Then what's important?" Song Qingrong looked at me, puzzled.
"I don't know if people still have feelings after they die," I said after a moment of contemplation. "But I've heard a saying..."
"Death is not scary."
"It is only terrible to be completely forgotten."
"A person is only truly dead when he is completely forgotten by the world."
"So whether it's a coffin or a grave, it's nothing more than binding a person's traces in this world inside."
Song Qingrong was silent for a while, then looked at me seriously and said, "Then I will never forget you."
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