The souls that remain in the human world are these father and son.
Luo Zheyu stood up from the silver boat, stepped to the edge of the boat, and jumped into the river where the water parted and the human world was revealed.
"Boo~"
With a slight sound, the waves spread out, and Luo Zheyu had left this world.
"You two, you can't stay in the human world for long. It's time for you to go to the underworld."
A clear and bright voice sounded behind him.
The man held the boy's small hand in his big hand, and they both looked back.
I saw a fierce, handsome young man with long eyebrows, clear and bright eyes, a well-proportioned figure, long limbs, and an extremely eye-catching young man standing behind me.
He was wearing a black suit and had a boyish face, but his temperament was calm and steady, which made people involuntarily believe him.
The boy hid behind the man, holding the man's trouser leg with his other hand, and stuck his head out, looking at Luo Zheyu with his clear black and white eyes wide open.
"You...are you here to take us to the underworld?"
The man asked hesitantly.
Luo Zheyu looked at him and nodded slightly.
Although the man was full of doubts, about the underworld, Luo Zheyu, reincarnation, etc., he did not ask, but just said: "Are you leaving now?"
"If you want to say goodbye, you can."
The man lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, then turned to look at the woman who was standing there, holding up her mobile phone to answer the call.
Just one look.
If I just glance at her, she will definitely not notice my gaze.
She lowered her head slightly, her eyes a little red and swollen, listening to the sound coming from the phone beside her ear, silent, her eyes fixed on the tip of her shoes, no one knew what she was thinking.
With the other hand, pinch the corner of the clothes and rub the fabric back and forth with your fingers.
"...As long as she is alive and well, that's enough." The man whispered, his voice falling lightly like a sigh.
The man turned his head.
"Let's go."
I took a step forward, but felt a pulling force from behind.
Looking back, the boy was standing there, not looking at him, but biting his lip and holding his hand tightly, refusing to leave.
"Mumu, stop making trouble. We should have left a long time ago."
The boy bit his lip again, buried his head and said nothing.
The man faced him, squatted down, and looked up into the boy's eyes.
"We stay at home too long, which is not good for mom's health."
The boy refused to look him in the eye, looking away and remaining silent.
"Look, mom is not feeling well, that's why she is unhappy every day..."
The boy pursed his lips, his eyes were filled with water, the corners of his mouth turned down, and his eyeballs moved left and right to relieve the blurriness in front of his eyes caused by the water.
"You lied to me..."
He said in a small voice of grievance.
"Mom is not unhappy because she is not feeling well."
"It's because of us, we..."
His voice became more choked and his words became incoherent. The boy lowered his head, his expression could not be seen clearly, but water drops were falling.
As it fell in mid-air, the water droplets gradually disappeared without a trace.
It's like being erased layer by layer, becoming lighter and more transparent, until it no longer exists in the world.
"Can't we be together with mom like before?"
"Even if mom is standing in front of me and can't see me, can't we be together?"
The man held his hand and stared at their clasped hands in a daze, not knowing how to answer.
After a long while, he raised his hand and touched the side of the boy's face.
"Mumu, don't ask anymore. You already know all these things."
Luo Zheyu stood aside, waiting for them quietly.
The boy pouted and insisted on saying goodbye to his mother. The man couldn't persuade him, so he had to go to another room and secretly find paper and pen. The boy lay on the table, carefully writing a full page, stroke by stroke, before he was willing to leave.
The man paused, picked up a pen, and wrote a few lines on the paper.
…
It was not until a long time had passed that the man held the boy's hand with his hands down, and the boy raised his hands and held the man, and the two of them came to Luo Zheyu together.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"It doesn't matter."
Luo Zheyu stepped forward, put one hand on the man's shoulder and held the boy's arm with the other.
There was no different reaction in reality, and the three people disappeared on the spot.
Under the sky dyed with light red and yellow, the river water and the sky shine in harmony, forming a single color that seems unreal.
The empty silver boat remained quietly in the river.
In just a moment, three figures suddenly appeared on the boat.
The boy raised his eyes and looked around curiously, with surprise in his black and white eyes.
"elder brother……"
He called Luo Zheyu in a low voice nervously.
“Is this where people stay after they die?”
"no."
Luo Zheyu sat cross-legged at the bow of the boat, with the oar placed horizontally across his knees, not using it to row the boat.
The silver boat began to move spontaneously, first turning slightly to adjust the bow, and then sailing away at a high speed in a certain direction.
"We take the boat to where we need to go."
"What will happen to me and my dad? What does the underworld look like?" The boy also squatted down, nestling in the silver boat, staring at Luo Zheyu with his big eyes.
"I have never seen the underworld here. You and your father should drink Meng Po soup and be reborn."
"Brother, what is Meng Po soup?" As the boy saw Luo Zheyu answering his questions one by one, he gradually became bolder.
"Meng Po soup is something that will make you forget everything after drinking it."
"Ah... so amazing..." The boy opened his mouth wide in amazement. He leaned his head a little closer and asked, "Does that mean you even forgot how much one plus one equals?"
"yes."
Luo Zheyu answered him very seriously.
The boy suddenly became even more depressed.
He hasn't memorized all the multiplication formulas yet. He finally memorized half of them, but now he has forgotten even what one plus one equals.
But after a moment of silence, the boy couldn't help but ask, "Brother, after reincarnation, is dad still my dad?"
Hearing this, the man sighed and patted the boy on the head.
With the meaning of soothing melancholy.
"You two were reincarnated at the same time, so he won't be your father."
Luo Zheyu answered again.
"Then, then..." The boy lowered his head and hesitated for a while, then asked, "Can I be a father for once?"
"When the time comes, I will marry Mom and let Dad be our child."
The boy turned his head and looked at the man, saying, "Dad, I will definitely treat you very well. Mom and I will take you to the amusement park every day! If you don't want to go to school, I can let you not go to school!"
man:……
She looked at the boy gently, stretched out her warm palm, and slapped the boy hard on the butt.
Bringing out the sound of whistling wind.
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world.
After hanging up the phone, the woman stood there for a while before she started moving again like a clockwork toy.
She took out the clothes from the closet, one by one, carefully and neatly smoothed and folded them: men's shirts, white, gray, and black.
Ties are rolled up and placed, large coats, trousers...
There is a faint oil stain on this shirt. It was because Mumu was naughty during dinner and accidentally splashed oil on his shirt. No matter how hard he washed, it wouldn't come out.
His gray coat had pilling, and every time he put it on, he would open his arms, look down at her, and smile as he asked her to help him remove the pills with a lint remover.
The suit pants were bought by the family of three when they went shopping last month...
As the things were being folded, a sock fell out of the pocket of a windbreaker.
It's small and has a cartoon Doraemon pattern on it.
I don’t know when Mumu stuffed his socks in.
The woman picked up her socks, which jingled and were a little heavy.
There's something inside.
I took it out and saw that it was three one-yuan coins.
It turned out to be Mumu's hidden pocket money.
I don't know why it appeared in his father's windbreaker pocket.
The woman couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.
His expression suddenly froze again.
She sniffed and looked up at the ceiling. Her vision was a little blurry. After a pause, the blurriness faded away and became clear again.
After folding the clothes, put them back in the closet.
When I passed by the living room, there was a piece of paper and a thin watercolor pen wrapped in cartoon plastic tape on the long wooden table.
When she was cleaning up the dishes earlier, there was no paper and there was nothing on the table.
The woman paused, took two or three steps forward, and looked down at the paper on the table.
The whole paper was covered with writings written in a red watercolor pen. Most of the writing was in crooked handwriting, and many of the more complex characters were replaced by pinyin.
[Mom, I am Mumu. I am leaving. Mom wants you to be happy every day...]
It turned out to be a letter from Mumu.
At the end, Mumu’s father also left some words.
【……sorry……
After reading this message, you should know that death is not the end of life. Mumu and I are both fine, and you should be fine too. 】
【Live well and be happy. 】
At the end of the text, a smiley face was clumsily drawn.
She could almost imagine Mumu lying on the table, tilting his head and writing stroke by stroke, and what kind of look Mumu's father had beside him...
The woman covered her mouth, but she couldn't hold back the tears that she had been suppressing for so long. They flowed out in big drops and fell from her chin.
She quickly reached out to wipe them away, fearing that her tears would drip onto the paper and soak the message.
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The silver boat slowly stopped and docked at the shore covered with bright red flowers.
"arrive."
Luo Zheyu said softly.
The man got off the boat, stepped onto the other side, turned around, carried the boy out of the boat and put him on the ground.
The people in the underworld seemed to sense something, and two figures turned from faint to faint and appeared on the other side.
Both of these two men have human bodies, wearing official uniforms. One has a bull's head and the other has a horse's face. If you don't look at the human bodies, but only the heads, they look exactly like bulls and horses. They hold hook sticks in their hands, have solemn expressions, and stand straight.
It's the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demon.
It was exactly the same as the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Monster that he had seen in the underworld.
I just don't know if they are still those two people.
They stood facing Luo Zheyu and made eye contact with him.
"Are you the new extradition officer?"
Niutou asked in a muffled and loud voice.
Luo Zheyu answered yes and stood on the silver boat without getting off.
"We are the two of us, the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons. Our job is to guide and escort souls in the underworld. We will have more dealings with you in the future."
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