It was getting late and the cemetery gate had been closed. Karen parked the car at the gate and honked the horn several times.

"It's so noisy, it's so noisy, do you want to wake up everyone lying inside?"

Old Saman walked out angrily and opened the cemetery door.

When Karen drove the car in, old Saman added:

"I almost forgot, you people who believe in order can indeed make the dead scream."

Karen got out of the car and walked towards the steps. There was already a small coal stove on the steps, which had not been lit yet. There was a pot and some chopped vegetables beside it.

"I came a little early, it's not time for midnight snack yet," said Old Saman.

"Well, I'll be here after the meeting. However, I won't be able to come for the next few days because I have a mission. After the mission is over, I will come back to prepare dinner for you."

"Haha, after dragging the refrigerator back, it's time to go on a mission. Can you be more real?"

Karen took out a lighter, first lit a few wood flower rolls, put them into the small stove, and then placed some small wood blocks on top. When the fire started, he put in the briquettes.

"Tell you good news."

"What good news?"

"You don't have to die." Karen looked at old Saman, "The Palmyres Cult will not be destroyed."

"Your captain already told me."

"Oh, when?"

"Noon, before you come to my place during the day."

"Then you still want me to drag your refrigerator away?"

"I've agreed to give you something, there's no need to go back on it."

Old Saman put the pot on the small coal stove, put two pieces of hot pot seasoning that Karen had fried himself, and then picked up a bucket and added water to it.

"Then you will still cooperate with me in arranging the funeral during the day?"

"I am already so old, and the funeral should have been arranged long ago. Anyway, I gave you the refrigerator, and your servant took the recorder and pipe home. One day I will die, and this will be the funeral.

You are responsible."

"No problem, it should be."

The two people sat facing each other, waiting for the pot to boil, but this process should take a long time.

Old Saman suddenly sighed, leaned forward, and said with emotion:

"The weather will improve from now on."

"Yes." Karen used to think that the winter in Ruilan was very uncomfortable, but the winter in Venn, a country surrounded by sea, is really painful.

"For older people, surviving one winter means surviving another year." Old Saman said with a smile.

"Congratulations."

"When I first saw you, do you know what I saw?"

"You see I'm not the real Pavaro?"

"No, I mean, the first time I saw you in your true form was when you and your captain drove the hearse together. Before returning, you ate the macaroni I prepared for yourself."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"At that time, I saw an attitude in you."

"Youthful attitude?"

Old Saman laughed dryly and said disdainfully: "I have never seen your youthful side in you. The more decent a person is, the farther away he is from being young."

"Then what did you see?"

"I see your attitude towards life, your attitude towards life. I see you working very hard and proactively to taste life."

"Is there any?"

"Yes, some. Real young people don't know how to cherish, because they feel that what they lack most is time, and most things will only be really wanted when they realize that they are about to lose them.

Take the initiative to cherish it.

Have you ever lost?"

"What have you lost?" Karen shrugged, "It can't be that you have lost your life, that would be too ridiculous."

"But that's how I feel." Old Saman looked at the rows of tombstones in the distance, "I like chatting with them. Although they never respond to me, I can imagine their response to me.

You know, when you chat with me, I always feel like I'm chatting with them.

Death can be an end, but it can also be a precipitation."

"What's wrong with you today?" Karen asked, "Is it because you have too much mood swings?"

"No, I'm calm."

The hot pot was boiling, and Karen began to put food into it. This time, he asked Alfred to bring chopsticks.

"What kind of tableware is this?"

Old Saman also picked up a pair and imitated Karen's example of using it. His fingers were surprisingly nimble and he mastered it quickly.

The two of them were eating hot pot together, but for some reason, the scene began to become a bit dull. Even Karen, who was the best at chatting, could not bring the atmosphere back.

But Karen knew that if the problem was not with him, it could only be old Samman.

"I'm full."

Old Saman put down his chopsticks and added: "It's delicious, but it's too close to my dinner, which makes me lose my appetite for this late-night snack."

"You can tell us in advance and we can eat later."

"Because I feel like you didn't eat dinner."

"Yes, the dinner we were supposed to have tonight was temporarily canceled because of tomorrow's mission."

"Isn't that different? Sometimes you eat supper with me, but sometimes I eat with you."

"OK."

Karen also finished eating, and when he stood up to clean up, Old Saman stopped him: "You go back and rest first, don't you have a mission tomorrow?"

"You are really a little unusual today." Karen walked up to old Saman and stared at him seriously.

"Go back and complete your mission well. When your mission is completed, you can come to my place. Don't delay. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it in time. Or I'll ask your manservant to wait for me here in advance. He's also quite nice.

, very interesting, and even more careful in doing things. In short, I am looking forward to my funeral."

"What do you mean by that?" Karen asked. "It sounds like you were going to start the funeral the night I finished my mission?"

"Well, yes, that's right."

"Why, the Palmyres religion can obviously continue to be passed down. It just has an extra form. I originally thought you could see through it."

Old Saman smiled and said:

“Some people will choose to acquiesce, thinking that even if they are integrated, they can still continue their beliefs and inheritance;

Some people may choose to resist, thinking that the God they believe in cannot tolerate the slightest stain, and they need to express their loyalty to God in a direct way;

As for me, I don't belong to either of these.

I couldn't convince myself to acquiesce, and I didn't have the motivation to stand up and resist.

Just like time, it can never be stopped;

Therefore, I can only choose to pause this pendulum clock that belongs to me.

I am a timid person.

because,

I just hope that I will always stay in the last night of having him, and never allow myself to step into the tomorrow morning of losing him."

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Chapter completed!