12dz Chapter 308 Butterfly: Rains Fall During the Qingming Festival (2)
Chapter 308 Butterfly: Rains Fall During the Qingming Festival (2)
The traffic policeman completed his task from beginning to end, reported to his superiors, stayed in the hospital that day, and contacted Deng Zhonghai's insurance company outside the operating room.
The company specially designated a staff member to come to the hospital to verify the identity and guide the subsequent claims procedures.
Deng Zhonghai doesn't understand and doesn't know how to do these things.
He lay on the operating table, numbly allowing the doctor to manipulate him, and thanked his wife over and over again in his heart.
The flood of longing almost drowned him.
When the doctor was changing tools, he caught a glimpse of tears rolling down the patient's eyes and glared at the anesthesiologist.
Anesthesiologist: It was just local anesthesia. You were the ones who put the nails in. Are you blaming me?!
Deng Zhonghai heard the crisp sound of hammering steel nails and got goose bumps all over his body.
Five years ago, his only son, who appeared to be a decent person in front of others but was uneducated and unlearned behind their backs, a foul-mouthed, keyboard warrior, domestic violence, and a bad person, suddenly died of a heart attack at a prime age.
Two years ago, his only partner, who was domineering in front of others but gentle and patient behind others, smart, rational and very far-sighted, suddenly suffered from angina pectoris in the middle of the night and died on the way to the hospital.
My husband’s surname is Wang, and my son also took his surname.
In those days, if a son took his mother's surname, the man in the family would be gossiped about by outsiders and relatives, but Deng Zhonghai didn't care.
Before they decided to have a child, the couple had discussed it and no outsiders had the right to interfere, not even their parents.
Seeing this, everyone can guess it -
Deng Zhonghai and his wife are the biological parents of the protagonist of this book, Wang Defa.
Now, only the poor old father is still alive, and he is in the hospital with a broken bone.
The year Wang Defa died, Deng Zhonghai could not bear the blow of seeing his son die before him. His colleagues and relatives saw it on the news and pointed fingers at him and talked about him. He was in a daze, made serious mistakes at work, and was fired.
It's clear that in a few years, if I can hold on a little longer, I will reach retirement age. Sigh...
After working for many years, he finally saved some money. After being fired, he plunged into the fund. In those years, because of the mask, he sat in front of the computer every day, wearing reading glasses to study various companies. The direct consequence of blind investment was a fresh and dull green in front of his eyes.
After wearing the mask for a few years, all the funds he bought turned green for a few years.
Investments fail and all the money is lost, without exception.
This also proves from the side that his financial intelligence is really not as good as his wife's.
When his wife wanted to buy him insurance, he disagreed. They had many arguments, but he still couldn't get over the weak...
Who told my wife that he is the pillar of the family? We should buy him accident insurance and critical illness insurance to be prepared. If something really happens, at least the mother and son can survive.
did not expect……
Who could have thought that in the end he was the only one left, while the mother and son died one after the other.
He left so suddenly, without giving me any time to buffer.
(*+﹏+*)~
At the west end of the city, there is a cemetery.
This place is very remote, there are no residents or houses around, and the hustle and bustle of the city has nothing to do with here.
Most of the time, the cemetery is deserted, with only the gravekeepers and occasional flocks of birds coming to peck at the offerings.
On the day of Qingming Festival, there was a long queue of cars and vans entering the park to worship.
In previous years, many people came with their families on motorcycles. This year, the traffic police strictly checked overloaded motorcycles and cars.
Motorcycles are allowed to carry two people, and cars are allowed to carry five to seven people (including the driver).
There was a text reminder on the local news the night before, but how many people read it? !
Those who are unaware will be stopped at the intersection and given a ticket. They will be required to watch the safety video and pass the test with a score of 90 or above before they can pass.
Those who knew about the situation took taxis up in advance, which made the short-distance taxi drivers very busy, coming and going.
It is true that it rains heavily during the Qingming Festival.
The rain was so heavy, as if God was someone's filial son and grandson. It rained at the right time of year, and the scene brought back sad memories, making people cry loudly for their deceased relatives.
There were rumbling thunders and heavy rain pouring down, as if there was a hole in the sky and water was pouring down.
Occasionally, lightning struck, and the wind blew the saplings around the cemetery to the left and right.
Fortunately, the old employees built a frame for the newly planted saplings and supported them steadily.
As long as you are not uprooted, you can survive.
It was so dark early in the morning, as if it was eight or nine o'clock in the evening.
The tombstones are quiet, but the voices of people are bustling.
The weak Wang Defa was frightened and hid under the branch of the heather tree, which he had previously avoided, and trembled.
There was only a little rain on the wings, and they were dry again after being vibrated at a high frequency.
Whether it is strong wind or heavy rain, as a thin little butterfly, it is enough to drink a pot of water.
Wang Defa: Well, although I am not afraid of death, but for some reason, I don’t want to die too early in this life, so I’d better live my life.
The rain hit the flowers and only about ten or twelve of them fell off.
The white petals, which had emitted a bewitching smell when alive, were scattered on the ground, forming a thin layer. For a long time, no insects or ants dared to approach.
The smell of rotten fish and shrimp in the air was diluted, and Wang Defa's mind became clear.
There are more than a dozen staff members in the cemetery, all of them are out in force, dressed in black, to guide the large number of guests who come to pay homage to their ancestors.
The children who came with their families were affected by the solemn atmosphere and did not dare to run around. They just stayed held by the hands.
A pair of big round eyes moved around, showing a bit of childishness and liveliness.
The rain was falling heavily, and then suddenly stopped.
The man holding the umbrella's arms were already sore, and he could no longer hear the sound of rain hitting the umbrella. He threw away the umbrella as if relieved, and squatted down to burn paper money.
The flames of the incense and candles flickered, while the fire of the paper money burned fiercely.
No matter their age, men with golden children kowtow very crisply and then say a few words - bless me to get rich.
The desire for wealth is urgent and sincere, reaching the underworld.
Well, the ancestors who are still waiting in line to be reincarnated expressed that they were under a lot of pressure and there was a commotion in the line.
Meng Po slowly stirred the thick soup in the pot and curled her lips.
[This is the underworld, not the Temple of the God of Wealth, tsk tsk…]
A large number of people come and go.
A large group of ghosts, looking sad.
The heavy rain started again, and it was only temporarily stopped.
In an inconspicuous corner, a bunch of dead branches placed in front of a tombstone were broken apart by the rain.
The weeds on the ground around the tombstone were only a few centimeters high. It was obvious that someone had been here not long ago.
We don’t have to wait until festivals to remember the deceased.
The day ended with heavy rain.
half a month later.
Deng Zhonghai finally got the doctor's approval and was able to be discharged from the hospital.
It took a hundred days to heal the broken bone. His left hand was hanging vertically, wrapped in layers of steel plates and bandages, and could not move.
The insurance paid out 100,000 yuan, and after deducting miscellaneous expenses during hospitalization, there was more than 50,000 yuan left.
Deng Zhonghai is still alive, so the insurance remains valid and can cover accidents and death for another 26 years. However, the original designated beneficiary can only become a statutory beneficiary.
Well, let’s not talk about those things for now.
With Deng Zhonghai’s hands in this condition, there’s no way he can drive an electric tricycle.
The traffic policeman who sent him to the hospital called and said that the tricycle was kept at the traffic police brigade and was very safe. He could pick it up after his hand was completely healed and there was no need to worry.
When I was discharged from the hospital, it was a rainy day, but the rain was light, so there was no need to hold an umbrella.
Deng Zhonghai took a taxi to the west of the city.
It's a rare luxury.