fatal attraction

Xiaoyang went with Ying Zhao, after all Gu Zhengchuan was very busy, and Kong Yitang also asked Kong Yitang to let her basically follow Ying Zhao.

Ying Zhao walked quickly, and when he got in the car, he sat in the passenger seat and gave the address to the driver.

The driver was assigned by the company. When Ying Zhao put on his seat belt, the man asked, "It's a bit far over there."

Ying Zhao: "I'm sorry, Lao Guo, a relative of mine passed away, and I'm in a hurry, so please drive faster if you can."

The potbellied man smiled, "You're welcome."

Xiaoyang was still on the phone when he got in the car, and Ying Zhao, who was sitting in front of him, was also on the phone with his brows furrowed.

"You said she won't come?"

Kong Yitang's voice rang in his ears.

Xiaoyang has been in the company for many years, and when she was with Chai Ying, she often had contact with Kong Yitang. Because of this, she was afraid of Kong Yitang. It may be that when she was Chai Ying's assistant, she was a little slow in sorting out meeting materials and was caught in front of Kong Yitang. The reason why everyone yelled in the face.

"Yes, I just answered a call, it was a..."

She was a little nervous. After reporting the name of the nursing home, she clearly noticed that Kong Yitang was in a bad mood, "Dong Yang, can you let her answer my phone?"

They all called me by my name.

"Okay... Sister Ying, Boss Tang asked you to answer the phone."

Ying Zhao was on the phone with Xiao Wenqi to ask her what she was going to prepare, and said "wait a minute" before answering Kong Yitang's call, "Hello?"

Kong Yitang was lying on her grandfather's recliner, the old man was sitting on the side playing chess with her uncle who just got off work, her aunt was cooking with the nanny in the kitchen, and Jiang Hang hadn't gotten off work yet.She originally came here after waking up, but she still felt sleepy in the end, so she squinted on the recliner, thinking that Ying Zhao should come later.

"You're not coming? Don't you have dinner?"

Kong Yitang raised her head and waved the feather duster with one hand. She didn't say a word about the nursing home.

"You eat first," Ying Zhao looked at the scenery flying away on both sides, "It's not like you don't know why I'm going, good boy."

From Kong Yitang's tone, she knew that the other party was a little unhappy.

But she was not angry, and could understand Kong Yitang's attitude.

After all, it's Qiao Hanyin's father, so it has nothing to do with Ying Zhao.

"It's none of your business, you said you didn't care."

Sure enough, Kong Yitang thought so.Ying Zhao hummed a few times, "But I can't reach her, and it's only me."

Ying Zhao was wearing a thin beige long windbreaker with a caramel-colored bottoming underneath. She leaned on the cushion, holding the long tassels that fell from the belt of the windbreaker with one hand.

Even though she has grown up and knows that she is dead, she is still a little vulnerable, flustered, and sad that she can't get rid of.

After all, that was the last connection her mother had left in this world.

There was breathing on the other end of the phone.

Kong Yitang sat up, she sighed, pressed the feather duster on the side coffee table, and said, "Let me do it."

"Don't come."

Ying Zhao stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, "This has nothing to do with you, Yitang."

"But you have something to do with me."

Kong Yitang knew that Ying Zhao didn't want her to get in touch with the affairs there. Ying Zhao cared about her thoughts and knew her rejection.

But apart from love, life is like this.I have a bond that you don't like, and you have a bond that I hate, which can't be crushed without being cut, and will remain in memory after life and death, but that's just how it is, this is the world.

"Similarly, you are very tired now, so please feel sorry for me. Have a good meal at Grandpa's house and have a good rest. I will come back soon."

"You can't do it alone."

Kong Yitang didn't take care of the funeral affairs seriously, but he also knew that it was a very cumbersome process.

"And Lao Xiao."

"Um……"

Kong Yitang sighed, she leaned back, stared at the snow-white ceiling, the feather duster slammed on the handrail on one side with lowered eyebrows, always feeling her eyelids twitching.

Probably really tired.

"Then you have something to eat."

She was still worried.

Ying Zhao hurriedly hung up the phone after finishing his speech, and continued talking to Xiao Wenqi.

When we arrived at the nursing home, it was already dark, and the autumn wind brought a chill.

The car drove into the parking lot, Ying Zhao led Xiao Yang upstairs.

She hasn't been here for a long time. When she told Qiao Hanyin to break up, she was cruel and didn't come again, but when the nurse led the way, she couldn't help asking, "Has anyone visited him these days?"

The nurse has been in this nursing home for many years, and she is very impressed with Ying Zhao.

"Not during this period of time, that Miss Qiao came once last year."

After she finished speaking, she still couldn't help but glance at Ying Zhao, after all, anyone who paid a little attention to the sisters' affairs knew it.She didn't care about these celebrity affairs at first, but Ying Zhao is also an old acquaintance in the nursing home. The daughter at home murmured, so she also went to have a look.

Ying Zhao: "That's it."

She didn't speak any more.

Xiao Yang didn't follow her into the ward, Ying Zhao looked at the man who no longer had needles in his body under the fluorescent lamp.

Even if you are unconscious, you will grow old.

A peaceful face is enough.

She didn't say a word. Not long after Xiao Wenqi came, the two of them took her to the funeral home with the car.

Xiao Wenqi sighed all the way, carrying the things that the funeral shop hastily bought and condolences, and said to Ying Zhao, "In the end, it's still your business."

Ying Zhao remained silent.

Xiao Wenqi: "You stay here, I'll go get something from the nursing home."

Xiao Yang was still doing the final procedures there, Ying Zhao thought she should go, just stood up, Xiao Wenqi pushed her back, "I'll go, look at you."

She took two steps, then turned around, "Aren't you afraid?"

Ying Zhao was teased by her, "Come on."

What's scary, it's not the first time she's here.

This kind of place where people are burned to ashes is bright and clean. The registration staff in the lobby is a middle-aged man. When he handed the form to Ying Zhao, he asked, "Where's the death certificate?"

Ying Zhao handed the death certificate issued by the nursing home to the man.

The man was still answering the WeChat messages on his mobile phone, absently handing the serial number to Ying Zhao after boarding the plane on the computer, "Is the parking lot ready?"

Ying Zhao hummed.

It is said to be a coffin, but it is just a small room with a serial number on the back. The black sliding doors are tightly closed, and each cell looks like a coffin from a distance.

There is only light.

Those who died unnaturally or at home all died in such places.

Counting more days, it is about 20 years, she has also been here.

Good people, yesterday they still wore the clothes of living people, and ate the food of living people, begging God to bless them.

On the second day, it becomes wearing the clothes of the dead. Even when eating, people have to put incense in the food and shout over and over again. It is as if they have the ability to bless their children and grandchildren without asking the gods.

The helper master took care of everything, and said to the beautiful woman standing beside him in the candlelight, "Come here and burn the incense sticks?"

The people Xiao Wenqi called seemed to be unable to get rid of the customs of the kind of places where weddings, weddings and ceremonies were held in corners. Even if people in the city talked about science, they began to obey the rules again when it came to this kind of time.

Ying Zhao burned a stick of incense.

Everything is kept simple in such a place. The master stood aside and smoked with the helpers, and said very quietly, "I heard that this is not my biological daughter."

"No? It's not my daughter who would care so much."

"..."

It was windy at night, and Xiao Wenqi came here not long after, talking to the chefs.

Ying Zhao stood with her hands in her pockets, she took off her earrings and sighed.

I definitely won't be able to go back today.

She walked over to a small pavilion on the right, wanting to call Kong Yitang.

The back of the small pavilion is the main entrance, and you can see the vehicles entering and leaving.

At this point, the only people who come to this kind of place are those who have a deceased person at home.

She took a false look, then lowered her head and dialed Kong Yitang's phone.

Kong Yitang had just had dinner, and there was Jiang Hang's voice next to him, "Hey, hey, come on, don't accuse me of cheating again."

"Play chess?"

Kong Yitang glared at Jiang Hang, and then said, "Yes, Jiang Hang is down, but I let him."

"Ertang, who are you talking about, who let who!"

"My cousin asked me to let him."

Kong Yitang took it for granted.

Ying Zhao laughed, "Then you go down well and go to bed early, I won't be able to go back to watch the night here, and I can't let Lao Xiao take my place."

"Really..." Kong Yitang took a deep breath over there, and then let it out, and it was breathless when it reached Ying Zhao's ear, "It's cold at night, there are spare clothes in the car, wear an extra one."

"I know I know."

Ying Zhao had just hung up the phone and wanted to go back, when he suddenly felt footsteps behind him, and just as he turned his head, someone blindfolded him.

It's a woman, and Ying Zhao noticed it when she approached.

An unbelievable guess flashed in her heart, and she didn't struggle, "Qiao Hanyin?"

The hand covering her eyes was sweaty, and finally let go when she said these three words.

When the night wind blows, you can still hear the rustling of leaves.

The light source of this pavilion is only on one side. It is a yellow light bulb that I don’t know where it was taken.

But it didn't prevent Ying Zhao from recognizing this slightly exposed face.

Short hair, wearing a black mask, parted in the middle, revealing a deep scar on his forehead.

Qiao Hanyin snorted, "I used to call me Hanyin when I liked me, but now you are so indifferent."

She was covered in black all over, a black jacket with a zipper pulled up to the head, a pair of loose sweatpants on her lower body, and black sneakers on her feet.

The baggy clothes could not reveal her curves, and Ying Zhao even felt that the person in front of him didn't look like Qiao Hanyin at all except for his eyes.

"Your father passed away."

Ying Zhao wasn't nervous either, although Kong Yitang told her that Qiao Hanyin and Nie Qi might be messing around with something.

There is grass next to it, and the sound of insects can be heard.

Ying Zhao put her hands in the pockets of her windbreaker, and she didn't even change her high-heeled shoes. In fact, her heels hurt after so much running around.

"I know."

Qiao Hanyin still stared at Ying Zhao, "Why aren't you surprised at all?"

Ying Zhao bowed his head, opened the photo album of his mobile phone, and showed her the photo that Xiao Wenqi had shown her before.

Qiao Hanyin looked at it for a few seconds, then turned her gaze to Ying Zhao.

She looked at Ying Zhao, and suddenly felt that she really missed her, although this emotion was still a thorn in her heart.

She doesn't want to admit it, but it does exist.

Ying Zhao lost weight.

It's because of me.

She is happy again.

"How did you know that was me?"

Ying Zhao: "You can tell at a glance."

Qiao Hanyin laughed, "Will you let the cripple know that she will die of anger?"

Ying Zhao ignored her ambiguity, "In the first place, I raised you. If you don't see it, all these years will be in vain."

"Go to the incense stick."

Ying Zhao walked to the place where the coffin stopped, but was pulled back by Qiao Hanyin. She caught off guard and saw a pair of red eyes, "You always talk to yourself."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head again and dragged Ying Zhao to the other side.

With the other hand, he stuffed the contents of the pocket again.

"What do you want to do now, just say it."

Ying Zhao broke away from Qiao Hanyin's hand, saw the hair rope tied on the other's left wrist, and immediately looked away.

Qiao Hanyin raised her eyes to stare at her, a line of tears fell from her eyes, and finally sank into the mask.

"Come somewhere with me, or I'll be..."

Qiao Hanyin put one hand in his pocket, and when he reached out, he took out a knife.

Ying Zhao laughed instead, "Okay."

She didn't know why she wasn't afraid at all, probably because the moment of life and death made her a little numb.

This kind of threat is insignificant, or there is an inexplicable premonition that he will not be hurt.

The place Qiao Hanyin pointed to was a mountain opposite, not so much a mountain as a small mound of dirt.

It didn't take a few steps to reach the top.

The wind was blowing, and on the low hill, the lights of the city could be seen in the distance. Qiao Hanyin sat on the ground and called out Yingzhao.

Ying Zhao stood aside and sighed, "What do you want to say?"

"If there is no Kong Yitang, will you always treat me well?"