Till death let us meet

After finding an express hotel to stay nearby, Shen Feng wanted to smoke crazily, but if he smoked in the room, all the bedding would soon be stained with the smell of smoke.It was unbearable to him, he didn't like the smell of cigarettes on the bed.

"You are so strange. You like to smoke, but you don't like the smell of smoke in the room." Yue Jin once said this.

Maybe it's really weird or not.

The door to the roof was locked, so Shen Feng had no choice but to come down again.Got to the yard and started smoking.The dead soul followed him silently, and he also knew that Shen Feng was in a bad mood, although he didn't know why he was in a bad mood.

"Do you remember your family?" Shen Feng's family only had his father, and he never had a mother in his memory.

My father must have had other women, sometimes his clothes smelled of choking perfume, strange smell of cigarettes, and there were also women who sent his drunken father back.

But the father never brought a woman back, and he remained single.There is no sign of a woman in the household registration book.Only father and son are registered on it alone, and the column for mother is blank.

The dead soul shook his head, he couldn't remember anything.

"It's really strange, why did you follow me, and why did I see you and hear you talking, and those other things can't talk." Shen Feng took a puff of smoke at the dead soul, watching him flustered He waved away the smoke, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Can you smell the smoke?"

"A little bit." The ghost stretched out his index finger and thumb to draw a distance of two or three centimeters.

"I, when I was a child, I hated the smell of cigarettes. My father smoked very badly. There was always a smell of smoke in the house. Every time the bed smelled of smoke, I couldn't sleep. When I was in junior high school, I met a gangster who forced me to smoke. As a result Since then, it has been out of control, and it has been smoked until now," Shen Feng smiled wryly, looking at the bewildered soul, "People will always become what they hate. They obviously hate it, but they develop in that direction uncontrollably. Is this fate?"

"Where's your father? It seems that he didn't see him." The dead soul was a little puzzled.

"It's dead, I guess, just like you, I don't know where he died. In the end, he turned into a soul and came to me, but he couldn't speak, so he just stayed with me for a while, and then became more and more Light, bang, like soap bubbles, it disappeared."

"Didn't you go to him?"

"I can't find it." The so-called university professor didn't exist at all, the archaeological project was also non-existent, and none of my father's friends were familiar with me. As a result, my father really disappeared completely, as if he had evaporated.

After the police station registered the missing information, there was no definite news.Sometimes the police would contact Shen Feng to identify the corpses of unnamed men, none of whom were fathers.Father died, even his soul disappeared, but the body was not found.

Apart from Shen Feng, he had no other relatives, his disappearance would not attract anyone's attention, because no one remembered him.

"If one day I die, no one will collect the body for me."

"You can get married, have children, and then..." The dead soul thought for a while, and having children may not be useful, otherwise there would be no lonely death.

"I don't get married and I don't have children. I can't let him be like me."

After a pack of cigarettes was slowly exhausted, Shen Feng picked up all the cigarette butts on the ground and put them into an empty box.There was a trash can next to the elevator, and he threw it into it.The dead soul followed him step by step, like a puppy following its master, only to have a tail flick at the back.

Early in the morning, Shen Feng took a car to Zhao Ying's father's villa. He contacted Zhao Ying and wanted to tidy up all the belongings there.

When passing by the flower shop, Shen Feng signaled the driver to stop the car and bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums.

There were quite a lot of rooms left, Shen Feng didn't even eat lunch, so he worked overtime to sort out all the things.There are still many small and broken things left by the old man, perhaps they were put away casually, and then forgotten where they were put.The most are photos of a family of three.A photo with the same content has appeared in many places. Maybe the old man saw the photo and put it somewhere, but he couldn't find it when he looked for it next time, so he re-edited it.

Several large photo albums are placed in conspicuous places like treasures, completely free of dust.Shen Feng didn't open it, he didn't want to touch the family's privacy too much.His performance yesterday was quite out of character. In fact, these souls would not last long before disappearing by themselves, but he didn't know how long the victim's souls would last.

Zhao Ying's father and the black shadow were still swaying not far away.Zhao Ying's father's color seemed to have faded a bit, but he still persisted stubbornly, perhaps because he was worried about his son.

Anyway, they couldn't talk, they wouldn't get too close, and they wouldn't climb up to the ceiling to scare people, so Shen Feng pretended that they didn't exist.The only dead soul who approached intentionally to scare people and could talk, Shen Feng directly treated him as a pet or something.

After finishing all the homework, Shen Feng enshrined a photo of the old man at the place where the old man's body was lying, lit a stick of incense in the small incense burner he carried with him, and put the white chrysanthemum in front of the incense burner.With folded hands, he enshrines the dead in awe.

"Hey, ask uncle if he has the contact information of Zhao Ying's girlfriend." Shen Feng ordered the dead soul to start working again.

This time the dead soul didn't complain, and immediately started to act.After communicating with the uncle, the ghost instructed Shen Feng to find a file bag in a certain drawer of the cabinet.

Shen Feng opened the file bag and found that it was a complete investigation on Shen Feng's girlfriend.It is simply the epitome of a girl's growth from childhood to adulthood. Zhao Ying's father really broke his heart for his son.

"This girl is the girl who was kidnapped with Zhao Ying!" The dead soul gossiped enthusiastically, "Later she became Zhao Ying's girlfriend. The two dated for eight years, and they seemed to have broken up a few months ago!"

Shen Feng turned to the end, found the girl's cell phone number, and dialed it directly.

"Hey, Zhen Xin, I'm Zhao Ying's friend. He has leukemia, terminal stage, and is dying. Can you come and see him?"

"In Ward 302 of the Central Hospital's inpatient department."

After hanging up the phone, he clearly felt that Zhao Ying's father was looking at him gratefully.

"She said she would go right away." Shen Feng looked at the old man and said gently.

A gratified smile appeared on the old man's face, and it slowly disappeared bit by bit.

"So you were just afraid that he would be lonely when he left in the end? You don't want your son to be like yourself." Shen Feng said into the air.

The dead soul jumped in front of Shen Feng.

"Shall we go to the hospital?"

"No, let's go straight home."

"Then, what about this guy?" Undead pointed to the shadow.

"Whatever, just watch him and don't bother me."

"Hey, Shen Feng, Shen Feng, I hate him so much, I don't want to look at him!"

Shen Feng put the clamor of dead souls behind him, locked the gate of the villa, started the car, stopped at the gate, and left the gate key at the property.

"Goodbye, Zhao Ying." Don't say goodbye, because maybe there is no chance to see you again.

The night Shen Feng returned to the office, he received a transfer message.All the money has been received.I don't know if his girlfriend went to the hospital.

A few days later, Shen Feng saw the news pushed by his mobile phone that Zhao, the only son of a wealthy man who was terminally ill in Sucheng, donated all his property to charity.Su Cheng? Shen Feng thought of Zhao Ying, so it should be him.

Xiaoguan on the side suddenly yelled wildly: "Brother Shen, Brother Shen! Look at that Zhao Ying, he is married!"

Shen Feng leaned in front of his mobile phone and saw the wedding photo that Zhao Ying posted in the WeChat circle of friends. The bride looks very beautiful. After putting on make-up and wearing a wedding dress, she looks even more attractive.It's just that he can't compare to Zhao Ying who is next to him. The groom looks more stunning than the bride who has finished makeup.

"Oh my god, she looks better than the bride, tsk tsk." Xiaoguan put down the phone with a few words of emotion.

"He's about to die, this girl is really brave." Shen Feng admired this girl a little, she must love Zhao Ying very much.

"Huh? Not necessarily, maybe it's for money, Zhao Ying's family is so rich." Xiaoguan began to speculate from the perspective of ordinary people.

"He donated it, property." Shen Feng showed the news to Xiaoguan.

"That's still true love, no wonder, he still looks pretty good, and there are beauties who are willing to marry him when he is sick..." Xiaoguan muttered to himself, reaching out to give a thumbs up to the wedding photo.

Around the end of the year, when the Chinese New Year was approaching, Xiaoguan opened WeChat Moments.

"Brother Shen, that Zhao Ying seems to be dead."

The latest news released by Zhao Ying's wife: Thank you for your concern, he walked away very peacefully, and he was very happy in the last time.

The time with him is also the happiest time of my life. I am pregnant and his blood will continue here.