Uncle Li really found a cell phone burned for the dead in a funeral shop near the community.

The store owner also enthusiastically introduced, "There are iPhones, the latest models, this one is called forks, etc. There are also Huawei, domestic products, and it supports domestic products. This is a customized machine, which looks good, right? The large screen makes it comfortable for the elderly to use."

Uncle Li was confused. He thought about the love crazy thing his wife used, and then the Huawei he used, so he decided to choose Huawei.

The boss happily recommended automatic mahjong to him, "The elderly should play when they get down there. Life should be rich and colorful after death."

Uncle Li calmly refused.

He bought some traditional paper money, including stacked ingots and stacked tin foil.

The boss didn't give up and recommended him a new style of ghost coins, with a large denomination and a string of zeros behind, which made people dizzy.

"How great is inflation here?" Uncle Li shook his head and sighed, disagreed.

"Oh, you still understand inflation." The boss was surprised.

Uncle Li ignored it.

"You are right, the inflation is so strong. It's boring for you to burn this, you have to burn this. That's enough." The boss did not give up selling and shook the underworld coins in his hand.

An elderly lady walked out of the store, raised her hand and patted the back of the boss on the head.

"Is there anyone who does this business?"

"Aren't I doing business?" The boss covered his head and shrank his neck.

The old lady was quick-witted and stuffed her stuff for Uncle Li, and she was still scolding the boss: "You are just doing it nonsense. What kind of money, what kind of mobile phones are... doing it randomly."

"Mom, why is this mess? This is keeping pace with the times. We can't use high-tech anymore. My ancestors are still making fires and cooking, right? Oh, by the way, uncle, do you want an induction cooker? There is also a gas stove. There is also a manual for the ancestors to use it." The boss was slick and did not give up selling his own products.

The old lady stuffed the black plastic bag into Uncle Li's arms, collected the money, turned around and continued to beat her son, cursing and cursing, very angry with her son's behavior.

Uncle Li didn't persuade him, and walked out with two plastic bags.

When he came out, he saw the crowd walking in groups of three or three on the street and the cell phones in someone's hands, and felt like he was a different life.

He only has a vague concept of what the world is like in the lower head.

Maybe there is a world after death; maybe there are also reincarnations, reincarnation, etc.; maybe, when you arrive in that world, you need to live a life before you reincarnate; maybe... the world below will keep pace with the times.

Uncle Li looked down at the plastic bag.

The black plastic bag blocked Uncle Li's vision, and Uncle Li couldn't see it, but he still remembered the Huawei phone just now. It was a suit and also equipped with a phone card. The screen was colorful and had various software icons, which looked like a mockup in a mobile phone store.

Uncle Li stopped his steps.

He turned back to the store.

"Uncle, have you changed your mind?" The boss smiled.

The old lady stopped and looked at Uncle Li unexpectedly.

"Can you borrow a piece of paper and a pen?" Uncle Li asked.

The boss pulled out paper and pen from under the counter and handed it to Uncle Li.

Uncle Li wrote down his mobile phone number on paper, folded it and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Is this your mobile phone number?" The boss looked at it openly and took the initiative to talk, "It's time to leave a mobile phone number for the old ancestors underground, otherwise it would be useless to burn the mobile phone and go there."

"Don't talk nonsense!" the old lady scolded angrily.

Uncle Li looked up and smiled, "It's good if you can receive it. Make a call and say peace...ah..."

The boss nodded in agreement, "I have burned my dad how many phones I have gone to. Maybe he didn't burn my number, so he hasn't called me."

The old lady interrupted and said, "He doesn't know the phone number at home? I want to call your phone! Stop talking nonsense! The following is different."

"Mom, you haven't been downstairs, you know?" The boss joked and was beaten by his mother twice again.

Uncle Li smiled, thanked the boss, said goodbye to the old lady before leaving with something.

This time, he didn't look back. After walking out, he turned around at the intersection and walked around a small road behind the community.

There are no shops along the street on the road, just a row of railings and walls of the community. The sidewalk is relatively wide, and people and cars passing by here are all hurriedly passing by. The opposite road is the wall of the next community, closed, and there is no door open on this end. There are two rows of street lights on the sidewalk, each of which is very far apart, and there are lush branches of the sidewalk blocking the light, making it very dark at night.

There is no traffic light at the intersection, just four zebra crossings, circleting a square.

There are similar small roads in the other three directions. One of the roads was opened, and Uncle Li’s mobile phone card was purchased there. There was also a post office and a bank. At this point, all three stores were closed, and the ATMs of the post office and the bank were still lit.

Uncle Li reached into the iron railings of the community and broke a branch from the sapling inside. He used the branches to draw a circle on the sidewalk near the intersection, and prepared to burn paper.

He squatted beside the circle, untied the black plastic bag, took out a ingot, lit it with a lighter, and threw it into the circle.

There is no wind tonight, and the ingot will burn quietly.

He threw several ingots onto the flame before sighing.

"Old Long, you are so good at it. If you have anything to say, tell me, I will definitely help you with any worries. What kind of friendship is that we have. Even if you leave, I don't know..."

Uncle Li was immersed in a faint sadness.

The passers-by looked at him in surprise, immediately walked across the zebra crossing, went across the road, and avoided him.

Even young people will not pass by Uncle Li and the paper money.

This is not necessarily a taboo, it is more like a habit.

People are used to not stepping on the burning circle of paper, and are used to avoiding similar things. If they really encounter them, they will not feel bad or be upset or angry about it.

Someone saw an old man, Uncle Li, squatting here and muttering to burn paper money, and he would also feel some sympathy.

Most people have the experience of losing relatives and friends, and they miss the deceased.

Uncle Li didn't recall too many past events. He wanted to say something about Jiang Longchang when he visited the grave last time.

He quickly threw the ingots and tin foil into the fire and took out his cell phone pressed under the bottom of the plastic bag.

"Old Long, this is a mobile phone, new, and now it is used by people. I have learned it during this period. I have opened WeChat. Your mobile phone also has WeChat." Uncle Li pointed to the color printing on the screen of the phone, "It's just green. If you don't know how to use it, you can call me. This is a phone card, you have to plug it in. This is a phone call. You can press the number at that time. I will write down the number for you and stuff it in it together."

Uncle Li took out the piece of paper from his pocket and stuffed it into the cell phone box.

"I burned it all for you, remember to call me. If you have anything, just call me and tell me. You are dreaming today, I really didn't hear it. I have a bad ear." Uncle Li muttered and threw the whole box into the fire.

The flame burns and swallows the carton.

The phone numbers written by Uncle Li, the mobile phones made of paper and the mobile phone cards gradually turned into ashes in the flames.

I don't know when the wind blew.
Chapter completed!