jdhmnovel Chapter 480 The Old Man's Relics
Chapter 480 The Old Man's Relics
What you treasure in your lifetime may be a pile of junk in the eyes of others.
[I feel so sad all of a sudden]
【Brush the right netizens to visit the flea market】
[Seeing a street stall with things randomly placed]
[The goods inside are all relics of an old man named Lupin]
[From these relics we can probably guess]
[The old man should have been a researcher at a county-level geological institute]
【Among these】
[One Yuan each, among the relics that were considered garbage]
[There are letters, photo albums, award certificates, etc. that he carefully preserved throughout his life]
[Through these relics, it seems as if I have seen the old man’s life]
[No wonder the ancients had so many burial objects]
[It turns out that I was afraid that the things I once cherished would be discarded like grass]
"Last year, a young man in the company died suddenly at the age of 29. A large number of certificates, awards and trophies were cleared out of his workstation, and they instantly became worthless.
The city’s chief technician and model worker were urgently replaced, and the project he led was disbanded on the spot.
He only left behind a bunch of certificates, which the junk collectors wouldn't take. It's only been over a year and I've forgotten his name."
"[Tears][Tears][Tears] When you describe it like that, it feels like everything is meaningless! Just live your own life!"
"Live in the present, enjoy the present, and have hope for the future, that's all that matters. With all the awards and certificates and local talent recruitment resources, you'll be a big shot in the industry in a few years. What a shame, you've burned out your HP so early."
"I used to feel so sad when I saw Daiyu burning her poems [shut up], but now I understand that purity is the essence of everything and will always be pure. Burning many things cleanly is much better than becoming a topic of conversation [thank you]"
"After my neighbor died, all his belongings were searched through, and his children happily divided up the bankbooks, cash, and properties he had hidden while he was alive, while many other things were thrown away.
I still remember the old man who raised many birds and lambs and strolled through the alleys carrying bird cages and singing Peking opera!
Now his son lives in his house, and I can vaguely see a bit of his father's appearance, but that warm and cheerful old man has gradually become blurred in my memory!
"I didn't have to wait until I died. I kept all the comics and books I collected when I was in school. After I graduated, they were all gone in a few years. They were either sold for scrap or thrown away. I don't understand. Our house is so big and there's so much empty space. Why would we throw away our children's things?"
"Yesterday I saw a video where someone sent his grandfather's collection of pen nibs to be refined for gold. They extracted nearly 70 grams of gold from over 160 grams of nibs. Comments said these nibs are antiques, and if sold individually, the total price would be worth more than gold. But future generations don't understand; they only see the real money and gold."
“Objects themselves have no value, the memories they carry are the most precious. But when the owner is gone, the memories they carry disappear too.”
"Before I leave this world, I will compile all the memorable things into a file, generate a QR code and put it on my tombstone. If you are curious, you can scan the code to learn about my life. It must be interesting [proud]"
The old ancestor under the sky: It’s a pity that such a good thing was sold as garbage by someone who doesn’t know its value.
In this case, don’t the elderly’s children care?
Are we just allowing the old man’s things to be sold and bought by people who don’t even understand their value?
It is possible that the children also had their own difficulties and were in urgent need of money, so they did not clearly explain the purpose of the items when the elderly passed away.
It is understandable that children, without understanding the situation, carelessly pawn items for money. After all, the dead cannot compare to the living, and people also need to live and eat.
Fortunately, the personal belongings of the elderly in my family were well kept by us.
When my grandmother was alive, the family was very poor and she gave all the good things to her children.
By the time his family became wealthy, his health had deteriorated again.
When she died, all the good things she was reluctant to wear and had never worn were carefully taken care of by her daughters-in-law. Finally, on the day of her burial, someone was sent to bury them in the tomb for her. I don’t know if she received them in the underground.