I saddle up for my rival [Rebirth]

Guan Ling went back to the studio, took a shower and lay back on the bed. He originally thought that he would suffer from insomnia when he saw Zhou Jinhang today, but he fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. He didn't even have a dream and slept very well. stable.

The morning breeze blew over the branches, the leaves shook their heads cheerfully, the sky was blue and cloudless.

It's a fine day.

Guan Ling pulled out a black shirt from the closet, searched here and there to match it with a pair of cropped trousers of the same color, and found a pair of fairly formal pumps of the same color from the shoe cabinet, and touched a pair of sunglasses before going downstairs It hangs from the collar of a shirt that is unbuttoned.

As soon as Zhang Ping pulled out the key, she saw a black figure flashing down the stairs. She was taken aback for a moment, then frowned, "Boss, don't dress so depressingly this early in the morning. We just paid the rent for another year yesterday, so we can't." Dress a little more auspiciously?"

Guan Ling glanced at the bright red jumpsuits on her body, said "going to the funeral" and went out the door without looking back.

It was still early, and many shops on the street hadn't opened yet. Guan Ling didn't bother to use the mobile phone app to hail a taxi, so he directly hailed a taxi and headed straight to the Xijiao Cemetery.

When he was about to arrive at the place, he asked the driver to wait at the intersection for 2 minutes, then got out of the car and went to a flower shop on the side of the road to pick out a bouquet of white roses for himself. This was a flower he liked very much when he was alive. drawing paper.

It was the first time for Guan Ling to come to this place, and it took him a long time to find the place. The brand-new tombstone only had a name and date engraved on it, which looked monotonous and casual.

There were several bouquets of flowers lying in front of the stele, chrysanthemums and roses were white and yellow, uneven. Guan Ling bent down and knelt on the stone slab, raised his hand and swept the bouquets of flowers aside, and put the bouquet of white roses he had just bought. He went up and took out a bottle of wine from his black backpack.

Guan Ling unscrewed the cap and poured a bottle full, staring at the name on the stele for a long time before opening his mouth and said, "Do I have to cry?"

He tilted the lid slightly, from left to right, sprinkled the wine in a small half circle along the arc, then poured the lid again, and sank down with his head raised.

When the liquid was rolled by the tip of his tongue and slid into his throat, he closed his eyes and let out a breath of turbid air after the string of hotness spread in his stomach. .”

On the way here, Guan Ling was thinking, what kind of expression and posture should he face, should he be more sad or unwilling?Or full of hatred but pretending to be calm?When he really found the place, he realized that he wanted to laugh a little bit.

He is probably the first person in history to pay homage to himself.

"I'm much more handsome than you now." Guan Ling simply sat cross-legged in front of the stele, with a pair of phoenix eyes bent, and smiled a little smugly, "What do you say you are desperately trying to open a gallery? What do you want to do in the end? It's been put in, and look at me now," Guan Ling raised his hand and patted his face, "It doesn't have to be so hard, I can support myself with my face, how good it is."

"You said it would be better for you to recognize the facts earlier?" Guan Ling raised his head, not knowing whether it was the wind that dazzled his eyes or the morning sun was too glaring, the irritation made his eye sockets dry and astringent, he closed his eyes hard twice to relieve the pain After experiencing this discomfort, he shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "I knew that money is hard to buy, if you don't hit the south wall and don't look back, it's not too late for me to see clearly for you."

After finishing speaking, he got up from the ground, patted the ashes on his trousers, and frowned when he glanced at the two simple characters on the monument, "The surname Zhou is really picky, this place is narrow and crowded. Fengshui is not much better, when I have money, I will ask a Fengshui master to have a look, and then I will build something more luxurious..."

Guan Ling stood for a while, calmed down his emotions, lifted the backpack on the ground, and smiled as if comforting himself, "Let's make it right now..."

A low voice with some doubts came from diagonally behind, cutting off Guan Ling's unfinished words.

"How will you be here?"

The author has something to say:

When I came back from the dentist, I was in so much pain that I would rather die than live... If I groan tomorrow, I may be in so much pain that I can’t take care of myself (＞﹏＜)