I'm on duty in Yinshi

Chapter 787 The Traces Left to the World

"You don't need to be so polite, just call me Li Kui."

Immediately, Li Kui took a deep look at Wen Xuean: "May I ask if you want to sort out the relics of someone in the family."

Just as Wen Xuean was about to speak, he suddenly coughed violently, and the palm covering his mouth was stained with blood. He picked up the toilet paper on the table and wiped it: "I want to sort out my belongings."

"no problem."

Li Kui was not surprised by this, took out the gloves from the toolbox and put them on, and put on the shoe covers.

"My name is Wen Xue'an."

Wen Xuean saw that Li Kui's expression was the same, thinking that the other party was used to this kind of thing, introduced himself, and immediately led Li Kui to a guest room inside.

Pushing open the door, the soft sunlight shines through the eyes.

The house is full of things, and the four rows of bookshelves are full of books, as well as many photos and certificates.

In the photo frame is Wen Xuean when he was young, in his prime, wearing a ballet costume, smiling brightly.There is a group photo in the middle, a group photo of a certain dance academy.

In addition, there are photos of Wen Xuean and many children.

Looking at the background, it should be in a mountain village.

Seeing little knowledge, we can see that Wen Xuean lives with an optimistic and positive attitude.

Wen Xuean supported the bookshelf with his hands, and smiled with nostalgia: "As you can see, there are too many things here. It is a bit difficult for me to pack them up. I will trouble you, Li Kui."

"Don't worry, it's my job."

Li Kui's tone was gentle: "Just tell me how to clean up."

Because the owner of the relics is still there, there is no need to say the opening remarks according to the usual practice.

"First help me pack up the photos, and then separate the books into one category. I want to send these to the orphanage."

It can be seen that Wen Xuean's physical condition is really not good, maybe the quarrel just now made him a little tired, so he sat on the chair and watched Li Kui tidy up his hands and feet quickly.

Wen Xuean picked up a photo frame, the photo was taken when he was in college, and his lips moved: "You said that when an object is called a relic, its existence becomes a memory between the living and the dead .”

Li Kui looked back at Wen Xuean.

"If no one remembers you in the world of the living, you will disappear forever." Wen Xuean poured out a dirty breath and said with a smile: "Li Kui, this is what you said in the documentary. To be honest, I am very happy." Want to chat with you."

"Then you are lucky."

Li Kui narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Not everyone can have the opportunity to chat with me."

Wen Xuean was amused by this sentence.

"Actually, after watching the documentary that day, I really saw it."

Wen Xuean smiled brightly: "Facing up to those regrets, let your life leave some traces in this world."

"It's not easy to really see through."

Li Kui said quite meaningfully.

Listening and accompanying is the key to relic arrangement.Since Wen Xuean wants to chat with him, let's chat.

While packing his things, Li Kui asked, "The man called you a teacher just now. You used to be a dance teacher?"

"Hahaha, no."

Wen Xuean tapped on his right leg, but there was a burst of metallic sound, it turned out to be a prosthesis. "It's hard for me to teach others to dance like this. He is a student I used to teach in mountain villages."

Speaking of the past, Wen Xue’an couldn’t help but express some emotion in his words: “His parents are working in other places, and they only come back once every two or three years. He was really simple at that time. Subsidize him a little money every month."

Li Kui said: "Seven years of funding is not something everyone can do."

"Because I am also a child who came out of the mountains, and I understand how hard it is and how difficult it is."

More and more memories surfaced in Wen Xuean's eyes.

"But Dou Mien, Sheng Michou."

Li Kui put the books in the prepared cardboard box and sealed it with scotch tape: "People's hearts are complicated. Some people will learn to be grateful, and some people will just take it for granted."

Hearing this, Wen Xuean nodded, he did not deny this.

"That was his choice."

A smile was drawn on the corners of Li Kui's lips: "This time I believe you, and I really see it more openly."

"There are good people and bad people in the world. I have sponsored many people, and most of them are good kids."

Wen Xuean shrugged his shoulders: "It's not that I haven't thought about teaching dance, but for them, the best way to leave the mountains is to study." Then, he joked: "If you really want to teach dancing, it's better to teach boxing Come really."

Li Kui smiled thoughtfully, "It makes sense."

Wen Xuean pointed to the wrapped cardboard box: "The books inside are all easy-to-understand reading materials, and the children in the yard will not seem bored by then. As for the photos, I want to burn them when I die."

"No relatives."

Li Kui asked a question.

Wen Xuean shook his head.

"Is there anything else that needs to be cleaned up?" Li Kui asked.

Only then did Wen Xuean realize that Li Kui had packed up the bookshelves including the photos, and he couldn't help boasting, "It's very efficient."

"This is craftsmanship!"

Li Kui raised his eyebrows.

Wen Xuean opened the drawer, and there was a stack of envelopes and 2000 yuan in it: "I have a child."

"Not his own, um...he is a child in an orphanage."

Wen Xuean looked up at Li Kui, and said with some regret: "I originally planned to adopt him, but now it seems that it won't happen. I haven't really met him yet. At that time, I was still teaching in the mountains, and I used letters and phone calls. way of communication.”

Li Kui understood immediately after listening.

"You want me to post letters at regular intervals after your death."

"good."

Wen Xuean nodded seriously: "I would like to ask you to help me with this. This money is another commission fee."

Hearing this, Li Kui couldn't help saying with great interest:

"It can be seen that this is what you thought about early on. But why did you choose to ask me to help you with this favor?"

"Because I think it can be said that the work of organizing relics is to build a bridge of communication between life and death, so that the dead can be commemorated and the living can be comforted is a good person."

Wen Xuean lowered his head and sighed: "Actually, I haven't told any of my friends that I have cancer. When I leave, I will tell them that I will go back to Dashan, and I will never come to Binhai again."

There was a moment of silence.

"Okay, I'll help you."

Li Kui raised a smile.

"real!"

Wen Xuean suddenly raised his head with surprise on his face.

"Of course, a gentleman is hard to chase after a word."

Li Kui promised.

In fact, as Wen Xuean himself said: Face up to those regrets and let your life leave some traces in this world
In a sense, these envelopes are his relics and his final connection to the world.

For this little selfishness, Li Kui can completely satisfy him!
"Thank you!"

Thank you Wen Xuean again and again.

　Thank you for a monthly ticket for the half-day tour of Six Chapters of a Floating Life, for the two monthly tickets for the special group, for one monthly ticket for the National Treasure Spoon, and for the one monthly ticket for Floating Hail, thank you brothers for your support! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)