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Chapter 507 Resurrection (1)

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    Bei Yiming stared ahead and kept walking.  But he no longer looks at the road at all, his eyes seem to be just a useless decoration, all he sees are scenes from the past.

    Those scenes include the good days he once had, the sweet dreams he had, the vows he made and the mistakes he made, as well as the death of his parents that he still dare not face.

    His random walk caused traffic chaos, and the Cantonese shouted "push the street" mixed with the sound of loud horns.  The ear-piercing sound recalled Bei Yiming's soul, and he turned his head to face the two dazzling high beams.  The driver who braked suddenly stuck out his head and cursed: "Don't die! You're going to die and jump off the building!"

    Bei Yiming's eyes shone with crystal light, and the strong emotions gradually cooled down as the high beams were turned off.

    Bei Yiming originally wanted to find Tong Xin's 80-year-old mother who went to Qiuchang Town to visit her inmate after getting the money, but this trip came to nothing.  He has now become a man without a goal, and it seems that only this entrustment from his inmate can give him a reason to live.  But what to do next, he didn't know.

    Bei Yiming just wants to hide himself, anyway, there is nothing in this world that needs him, and he is always causing trouble for others, it is better to end it earlier.

    He returned to the daily rental house in the village in the city, and paid another day's rent. He slept in the middle of the night and woke up drenched from the nightmare.

    Mosquitoes were buzzing in his ears, so he didn't sleep at all. After getting up, he washed his sticky body with cold water, and walked out the door again.

    At dawn, he bought a large roll of straw paper and ingots in a funeral store, carried them in a red plastic bag and walked towards a deserted place.

    It seems that Shenzhen is never quiet. At three o'clock in the morning, there are still people punching, drinking, and eating barbecue on the street. The sanitation workers always leave the street at four o'clock, and the sprinklers start their day's work swaying and singing.

    Bei Yiming didn't burn paper beside the trash can, he carried the bag and walked all the way, as if he wanted to find an ideal place.  In the end, he walked through the lychee forest and came to the beach, opened the red plastic bag, and poured out the pile of dark goods.

    Bei Yiming squatted down and took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket.  He lit a pile of straw paper money with a lighter, then squinted his eyes and threw gold ingots into the fire one by one.

    The sun in the distance just came out, and the thin clouds were dyed bright red.

    Bei Yiming lit a cigarette, he only took a puff to make the fire burn more intensely, then he put the cigarette on the rock and said:

    "Dad, cigarettes are not good, you can make do with it."

    The fire was burning, and Bei Yiming looked at the sun that was about to erupt through the red outer flame, and whispered slowly:

    "I saw Ni Ni. She is fine. Don't worry. I heard from Xiao Yu that she has won a scholarship again and is promising. You didn't love her for nothing. Although I haven't seen her current paintings, I think it must be  It's very beautiful. Dad, the little girl has a temper like yours, very fierce. But, Mom, I think it's good to be fierce. She can protect herself well by being fierce, right?"

    Bei Yiming wrinkled his nose, moved his hands slowly and said, "I'm here to burn paper for you, and I don't know if you can receive it. I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, I have caused such a big disaster, I am ashamed  Go visit your grave."

    The fire light gradually weakened, and the dust rose up, falling forcefully on the human skin.  Bei Yiming blocked his eyes with his arm, and the skin under the eyelids was wet.

    "Okay" He took a deep breath, the scorching sun fell on his black and gray face, his throat slipped, showing a sad and sad smile, he asked: "The paper I burned for you  You probably don't want it?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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