To Your Island - Chapter 68

Yin Xian was 29 years old when Wang Jiexiang died.

He was having a meeting at the company, and his cell phone rang. It was an incoming call from her number.

Yin Xian answered the phone, and then received news of her death.

He helped her deal with the funeral.

Her death was an accidental death and required immediate family members to go through procedures before the body could be cremated. Yin Xian contacted Jiang Bingbing, and she took him to Wang Jiexiang’s hometown.

The road into the mountain was bumpy. He sat on the bus and looked out the window. The green mountains were endless.

Jiang Bingbing said that the road was newly built and the bus was new. The traffic was worse than this before. They had to walk three hours on the mountain road to learn.

It’s probably because of the situation. She talked about how happy she was with Jiexiang when she was a child: she always went to her house to play, and Jiexiang’s mother would tie their pigtails when she was alive; they went to explore the creek, her house The dates in the yard are very sweet, and Jiexiang loves to grow flowers and plants. Her academic performance is very good.

Yin Xian said nothing.

Jiang Bingbing looked sad, opened his mouth and closed his mouth. He didn’t care about the content, the unchanging trees and grass on the road attracted more his attention.

Arrived at the destination.

Yin Xian first met Wang Jiexiang’s family.

Knowing that she was gone, her father went out to smoke a cigarette; her grandmother had no sadness on her face, as if she heard that a mouse died at home.

When her father was gone, her grandma’s small eyes rolled up and down, and she came over to ask Yin Xian with her hands.

“Saving people like her should be able to compensate us with money?”

He asked: “How much do you want?”

The old man squeezed out a smile on his frowning face, with a shrewd light in his muddy eyes.

“There is always a few hundred dollars, it’s dead.”

Yin Xian has no intention of staying at her home.

Her father came back from a cigarette and asked him how he had been in the years.

Yin Xian did not answer him. He left them a sum of money and his phone address so that her father could complete the formalities as soon as possible and give him the death certificate.

On the way back, passing through the fields, there was a group of children playing in the fields.

Jiang Bingbing recognized that one of the children was Wang Jiehao’s younger brother, Wang Jiehao, who had met him when she returned to her hometown before.

The little boys in elementary school look cute. He has a pair of eyes that are similar to Wang Jiexiang, but are narrower and longer than her; the hair is very short, and when viewed from a distance, his round head is like a small potato.

He and his little friend are playing hide and seek.

The children jumped and jumped, laughing freely.

Jiang Bingbing went over to talk to him.

When Wang Jiexiang left his hometown, Wang Jiehao was four years old, and now he has no impression of this sister.

-“Rotten goods.”

He didn’t remember his sister’s name, he only remembered that grandma called Wang Jiexiang so often, so he also called her that way.

Jiang Bingbing repeatedly said “Tong Yan Wu Ji”, turned his head and ended up with Yin Xian.

“The reason their family is doing this is because she went to the city without saying a word. There hasn’t been any news in these years, so it is unpleasant.”

How unpleasant can it be? He thought: She is dead.

Jiang Bingbing sent Yin Xian to the entrance of the village.

She hadn’t returned home for a long time, so she had to stay here for a few days before leaving.

Yin Xian said goodbye to her and sat alone at the entrance of the village waiting for the bus back to the city.

As the sun sets, people who have eaten dinner enjoy the cool under the old trees at the entrance of the village, and children ride bicycles and jingle bells passing by.

The people here speak with Wang Jiexiang in an accent. They fan the fans, and you talk about the parents’ short-term wife. Yin Xian listened intently, as if he could hear someone interjecting in the next sentence.

He accepted her departure calmly.

From the time he received the notice, went through the complicated procedures, went to the funeral home, and cremated her… He handled the whole process in an orderly manner, and no tears fell.

Yin Xian watched Wang Jiexiang’s body being pushed into the incinerator.

She burned inside, he waited outside.

When it was gone, the staff informed him to collect it.

Yin Xian received a white columbarium.

It is icy and hard, holding it in your arms, you can’t absorb even a trace of warmth. She was so big, and only a small pot was left after burning.

Wang Jiexiang’s father came to him later.

Yin Xian refused to give her to her family and refused to be taken back to her hometown.

He didn’t keep her at home either. Yin Xian bought a lattice in the ashes depository of the cemetery.

Wang Jiexiang’s columbarium was placed there, and the picture in the grid was the one they took in front of the marriage bridge.

Yin Xian’s face is as stinky as his in the photo.

She looked at the camera, her eyes curved into crescent shapes and she smiled like a flower.

“What are you laughing laughing?”

He knocked on the glass in front of the grid, he asked her.

Yin Xian is the king of Qi who makes incense.

He thought she was so stupid, and he was angry at why she was so stupid.

She was wronged by her brother since she was a child and died for someone like him, which is not worth it.

“Who in the world loves you? No one loves you, idiot…”

He knocked on the glass again.

She ignored him, but still laughed.

Without the cartoon hairpin he sent, Wang Jiexiang’s face was happy, and he didn’t realize his expression was cold beside him. She held his arm intimately and leaned towards him naturally.

On the stone stele on the small bridge, the word “marriage” shining brightly behind them, how far-fetched.

Yin Xian strode away from the cemetery.

He never visited her for more than 20 years.