When the staff member heard that Wang Meiyun was my aunt, his eyes lit up, so he quickly found a bunch of information and took me to find the urn.

The little girl couldn't laugh anymore, and even apologized to me with a look of embarrassment, saying that she had taken advantage of me.

Actually, it doesn’t count. After all, she has been dead for more than 30 years. If she were alive, she would be over fifty now. It would be fine to call her aunt.

Besides, who made me owe it? Why do you say I promised her well and give her a fee for reimbursement?

This made me famine that had been causing me for twenty or thirty years at once!

I also bit the bullet and came to a remote warehouse with the staff. Then someone opened the warehouse door, so I saw a bunch of urns...

This warehouse is full of lattices for storing ashes, but it is very simple and deserted. At first glance, there are fewer than a hundred urns inside.

I took a deep breath and pointed inside and asked, "Are these all expired ashes? No one claimed them?"

The staff sighed: "Yes, they all expired one after another in the past few years, and they were more than ten years old and more than thirty years old."

I asked again: "Then why no one came to renew the fee? Was it all abandoned by the family?"

He shook his head: "That's not all. In fact, there are many names in it, such as some homeless people, homeless people, basically no identity or family members. Of course, some are stored by their families, but they can't contact their families, so they have to store it like this."

I asked again: "What do you do with this usually?"

He said: "We can only save it first. If there is really no place, we will talk about it. Although the funeral home has regulations and this storage period is required, there are actually many problems with no renewal overdue, and we have no choice but to contact our family members. We can't raise the ashes."

This is indeed a problem. It is already good for the funeral home to achieve this level. Those who have not renewed their fees for 20 or 30 years have been saved.

He said again: "Now there is nothing we can do about it. We really can't save it anymore. The announcement has been issued countless times, asking everyone to collect or renew the fee as soon as possible, otherwise it will be handled in a centralized manner. However, some family members have come to collect it, but there are still many that have not been collected by others. Some of the ashes have been forgotten by their families. What you see here is the first batch, about a hundred, and there will be some later."

He said that some of the ashes had been forgotten by his family, and this sentence touched me a little.

Looking at the dense urns in front of me, I couldn't help but sigh that twenty or thirty years ago, these were all living people.

They also live in this city with us, get up early and work, chat with friends, have skewers at parties, and go home to accompany their wives and children to warm up the kang at night.

Among them are fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, husbands, wives, and various life roles...

But now, they have all become small boxes, placed alone, neatly in this cold warehouse, waiting for their relatives to claim it.

Even because it is too old, some wood urns look a little oxidized and rotten.

At this time, the little ghost king Meiyun had already floated into the warehouse, looking for her urn.

The staff also took me all the way inside, telling me that in fact, over the years, they have called on their families to claim their ashes for many years through phone calls, media, newspapers, letters, etc., to ask their families to claim their ashes, or to visit their "forgotten" relatives.

However, many family members who were registered had changed their address and contact information, which made the funeral home quite embarrassed, because many of the reminder letters sent to their families were called back by the post office because they had "no such person" or there was no news about them.

Of course, some ashes that are out of date are taken away or continue to exist every year, but at the same time, new ashes that are out of date will be produced, so a vicious cycle is formed.

He said that from a humanitarian perspective, the funeral home will continue to store these ashes that have expired, but due to the limited venue and management costs, the ashes that have expired have indeed had a great impact on the daily work of the funeral home.

Therefore, this time they want to carry out a collective ecological burial of these overdue ashes.

The so-called ecological burial means that there are no graves left in the cemetery, and flowers, plants and trees are planted on it, so that these ashes can coexist with the earth and integrate with nature.

Listening to his story, walking through the middle of the urn, many ghosts seemed to appear in front of me. They stood alone next to the urn, looking at us expressionlessly, like spirit watchmen.

At the same time, their faces showed a sad expression, and there was no hope or expectation in their empty and unsightly eyes.

I know that these ghosts have long been forgotten, no one sacrifices or cares about them, and only the fate that awaits their fate will disappear.

Looking at these, I felt quite uncomfortable because I could only watch but I could do nothing and couldn't help them.

I am also a poor person and can't afford to pay so many people...

At this time, the staff stopped and looked at an urn in front of them.

At the same time, the little girl ghost stopped, she stood beside us, reached out to hug the urn.

"Ah, my ashes..."

This sentence was a bit creepy, but she looked very happy.

"Wang Meiyun, she died in 1981. This is her. This is your aunt, right?"

The staff pointed to the information on the urn and asked me.

I scratched my head: "Uh...yes, it's her, she's not really an aunt. I just met her last night."

The staff was stunned: "What did you say?"

I hurriedly said, "It's nothing. Actually, she just gave me a dream and said that her ashes were going to be dealt with. I begged me to help me to take a look. I thought that if I renewed the fee for a year, I could still take it out. If you say twenty or thirty years, I really don't have that much money..."

He also scratched his head a little, thought for a while and said, "Actually, it's not very expensive. If you rely on the upper or lower position, it will only cost 100 yuan a year, it will only cost two or three thousand."

I asked, "How much does the middle place cost?"

He said: "It's a little more expensive in the middle, 200 a year."

Look, this is the naked reality. Those who have no money can only rely on the upper or lower level when they die, while those who have money can only rely on the upper level or lower level when they die.

The little girl held the urn and smiled, and said to me next to me: "If you renew me for a few more years, I will thank your eight generations of ancestors."

I rolled my eyes at her and said in my heart: "Go away, my eight generations of ancestors don't need you to thank you. My ancestors have to scold me for being a prodigal family. It's great to have so much money to respect them..."

Fortunately, I am very conscious and have an idea as soon as I change my mind, so I said to the staff.

"Let's do this, see if you can give me this urn. Anyway, you have to deal with it as unowned. I'll handle it for you, so you can save trouble."
Chapter completed!