Dangerous Contract

In Tan Zhen's memory, Wan Fang has no special hobbies. If she has to say, beauty should be regarded as one of them.

Tan Zhen followed the nurse's advice and walked into a shroud shop near the hospital.The owner of the shop bared his teeth and claws to introduce, spitting all the way, but he couldn't listen to a word.

He couldn't imagine the appearance of Wan Fang who had lost her figure in those silks and satins. In his memory, she should be the most beautiful in a lotus-colored dress.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, the shroud shop shone with a little sunlight, and Tan Zhen glanced at the owner's introduction again, suddenly a little impatient.

Forget it, just buy what she likes, Tan Zhen thought as he came out of the store.

"The dead must dress according to the rules!" the shop owner seemed to be kindly instructing.

Tan Zhenyang raised his hand and took a taxi to the women's clothing store in the city center.

Without waiting for the clerk to introduce, he picked the one that best suited his mind and bought a set.

He hired the most experienced mortician, changed Wan Fang's clothes and makeup, and chose to be cremated.

When the sunset was approaching, heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky. Tan Zhen bowed solemnly from the memorial hall of the cemetery, and then walked back.

There are tall and perennial green pines and cypresses planted on both sides of the cemetery. Even if it is covered by crushed snow, you can still smell a faint fragrance.

This place is nice!

Thinking of this, Tan Zhen stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake, and stared blankly at the already blue sky.

He put Wan Fang's ashes together with Tan Guofu's as he wished.He thought, it's time to buy a cemetery for them to be buried together, but this will have to wait until he saves more money.

All this happened so suddenly that when Tan Zhen returned to the hotel and saw the somewhat messy suitcase, he still wondered whether what happened that day was true or false.

Xiaoya didn't need to ask, she already guessed what happened, he became very obedient, standing on the window sill with his head tilted, staring at Tan Zhen's every move.

He had never quite understood human emotions.Why do some people talk and laugh happily in the romantic scene, but when they are drunk, they can drag him to cry on the side of the street; why some people can kill their lives after meeting each other; why can't the father and son speak clearly? , It is necessary to confess each other's minds at the critical moment of life and death; why people who have no blood relationship are tied to each other, from dependence to mutilation...

In the eyes of an almost omnipotent wishing angel, these are humble and boring, but now, after experiencing Tan Zhen and Su Lang's deep-seated love, he feels that everything is possible.

Tan Zhen closed his eyes, and many pictures were like slideshows played automatically.

He watched indifferently from a third-party perspective, watching the little boy in the picture change from a rich young man to an orphan, from an orphanage to a patchwork family, and from that broken family to experience adolescence and adolescence bit by bit.

Suddenly, his Adam's apple rolled, and he unknowingly added music to himself, and what he hummed was Paganini's "Bell", which is very popular with the Su family.

"Xiaoya," Tan Zhen couldn't get up and didn't deliberately look for Xiaoya's direction, as if speaking to the air, "I... lost another mother today."

Xiaoya flapped her wings, flew to Tan Zhen's side, pondered for a while, then flew to Tan Zhen's thigh, and scratched the air twice with her paws, as if she was trying to comfort Tan Zhen.

Tan Zhen smiled, opened his eyes, and there were tears in his eyes. His lips were tightly pursed into a slightly curved "one", and he raised his hand to hook Da Bird's head: "I should cry." , or should I laugh?"

Xiaoya was silent, she bent her head into Tan Zhen's palm twice.

"Thank you," Tan Zhen finally didn't hold back, and shed a tear, "It's not that you said 'look at her', I might regret it for the rest of my life, now it's all right, in the future, we don't have to torture each other anymore. I don't No matter how worried she is asking for money endlessly, she doesn't have to always carry the burden of me in her heart."

Xiaoya held Tan Zhen's finger with her paw, and was taken into the air by the other party: "That ring is also saved."

"Pfft..." Tan Zhen shed another tear, but his laughter was the kind that suddenly came from his heart, "Yes, how wonderful, I lost the person called mother, but I kept my ring."

Speaking of this, Tan Zhen wanted to put an end to his last concern in Q City. He got up and put Big Bird on the table, picked up his coat, wiped the corners of his eyes with his cuff, and went out.

Returning to the once-familiar alley again, I stood at the door of the snack bar where I had boarded for three years, and carefully read the signboard that had been replaced several times silently, as if holding a small ceremony.

Then, he walked quickly to the place he once called home.

In the narrow, dark corridor full of cat urine smell, he was swollen with anger for his belated courage. He has grown up and no longer needs to be in the trash can like he was in the third year of junior high school. Find a stick to boost your courage.

When he reached the door of the room that was not locked all the year round, he kicked the door open without hesitation for a moment.

In the room, the heat from the central heating, tobacco, alcohol, and stench rushed towards his face at the same time. Hearing the harsh sound of mahjong tiles, Tan Zhen walked over without thinking, and set off the mahjong machine.

A house with two bedrooms and one living room, two mahjong tables in the living room, and one in one of the bedrooms.

Without much effort, Tan Zhen had already swept everything away amidst people's exclamations and cursing.

This is what he wanted to do most in the past ten years, stronger than his desire for money, and now he finally got his wish.

He wanted to appear on the stage like a hero, to overthrow everything here with a whole body of righteousness, let those colorful mahjong tiles and dice roll to the ground, and make those gamblers with bleeding eyes go crazy and shout.

He wanted to wrestle and wrestle with everyone he saw here.They, everyone here, ruined his home, ruined him and his mother.

Tan Zhen was sweating all over by himself in an instant, the broken hair on his forehead was sticking wetly to his forehead, his eyes were scarlet and full of hostility.

"Get out!" He yelled, because Wan Fang was addicted to this kind of life, so he could only choose to keep everything here. Now that Wan Fang is gone, he can no longer let the home in his heart continue to be gambled by a group of strangers. Ruined.

"Pack up your things and get out of here! Disappear within 3 minutes!" Tan Zhen continued to shout, his red eyes swept over everyone in the room, the lampshade hanging on the mahjong table was swinging, everyone behind him Pull out a shadow like a ghost.

The crowd was noisy, and after a while, the sharp-eyed people recognized Tan Zhen, and spread the word from ear to ear, and they all left with water glasses without making a fuss.

The crowd dispersed, and only Tan Zhen and Qiao Si remained under the flickering lampshade.

Tan Zhen squinted at Qiao Si. He was just such a crooked melon, not one tenth of Tan Guofu's in appearance, and even less than one ten millionth of Tan Guofu's character. He was very eager to know what happened to Wan Fang. It's something about him.

Qiao Si crossed his arms, looked at Tan Zhen with the same disdainful eyes, spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and said, "Come to report the funeral?"

Tan Zhen looked at Qiao Si over and over, but in the end he didn't understand what Wan Fang was doing to him, so he smiled wryly and shook his head: "You're a fucking beast!"

"Hehe," Tan Guofu laughed, "I've lost all my humanity when dealing with a treacherous woman."

Tan Zhen nodded, pulled out a chair and sat down. Because he was too excited before, beads of sweat were still rolling down his neck and his chest was clinging to his T-shirt, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"She is stupid, ignorant, noble and blind, I know all of this, but you were not around when she died, and you took away the only bit of status you had in my heart," Tan Zhen said, raising his eyebrows. Holding the swaying lampshade steady, he showed a sinister expression that even he couldn't imagine, "However, she is dead, and it's all over. Pack up your rags, get out! This is my home."

The author has something to say: see you tomorrow, good night!