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Yan Ji walked out of the community, the villa behind him was as silent as mountains in the night.

The closing bell of Midsummer's Carnival rings, and the raucous crowd leaves, leaving behind litter and frustrated drunks.

In the trash can full of bamboo sticks, the smoky blue Lincoln car braked to a stop, like the president of a listed company in a suit and leather shoes walking into the smoke of charcoal with heavy oil and salt, so out of place.

The driver with a peaked cap and a fringe poked his head out of the car window and said with a smile, "I thought you were hungry when I said why you suddenly turned into this road."

Yan Ji, who flashed out from the alley, stood in front of the car, looking at the man who pushed the door and got out of the car: "What's your name this time? Xiang Xinou? Xiong San? Tan Renwen?"

The man smiled, not the confident smile of Harvard Ph.D. Xiang Xinou, or the cowardly flattering smile of information broker Xiong San, but a commonplace smile, sly and hearty: "It's all right, you can choose whichever you want."

Yan Ji: "Ji Fu Cheng Dai, talking about Song Mao Pang. Xiong Ji Shu Qu, Xiang Zhu Dong Liang. Is the surname Ji this time?"

The man laughed loudly: "I'm quite familiar with the names of hundreds of families."

Yan Ji asked: "You followed me all the way, what's the matter?"

The man pointed to the barbecue restaurant diagonally opposite: "I'm not boasting, my kebab skills are superb. Go for a drink?"

Yan Ji glanced at the dirty white-bottomed red-letter light box that was smoky on the opposite side, pondered for a while, and followed the man into the barbecue restaurant.Go through the back kitchen to the yard, and climb up to the roof of the bungalow along the bamboo ladder.

"This is a VVVIP seat, just wait for me."

The man greeted the boy to hand over the food, poured red charcoal on it, and put a bunch of mutton skewers on the shelf. The mutton shrank under the smoke of the charcoal fire, the juice boiled, the fat burst, and the smell of meat seduced the stomach.

The man turned over the skewers, dialed the charcoal to control the fire, and enjoyed himself.

Yan Ji sat opposite him, watching the charcoal fire flickering.

The two people on the roof of the bungalow did not speak until the first grilled mutton kebabs came out of the oven.

"Have a taste."

"Thank you."

"what about the taste?"

Yan Ji chewed carefully, the mutton was tender and plump, and his mouth was fragrant: "This is the best kebab I have ever eaten."

The man pried open the cold beer: "Have vision!"

Yan Ji put down the wooden stick: "Thank you, Boss Zhao."

While pouring the wine, the man smiled and asked, "Why is my surname Zhao again?"

The other party's expression remained unchanged, but Yan Ji had already caught his escaping emotions, a subtle, imperceptible surprise.

"Guess casually." Yan Ji blocked the mouth of the glass, "Thank you, I don't drink. Every time you change your identity, you always take the first characters of each section of the common people's family, and from the back to the front. The first sentence of a hundred family names It's Zhao Qiansunli, very ceremonial. The signboard of this store is very old, but the business license is very new, and the legal representative is Mr. Zhao Dasi."

Zhao Das laughed nonchalantly: "Hahaha, you can call it whatever you like. But don't say I'm lying to you, people in our business don't expose themselves so casually."

Yan Ji didn't care, picked up a skewer of roast lamb: "What's the situation with that Lincoln car?"

Zhao Das went to the eaves and greeted the boy to deliver drinks. Hearing this, he turned his head and made a pistol/gun gesture to Yan Ji: "Bang, bang. The reward for the two shots in the unfinished building."

Zhao Das took the sour plum juice handed by the boy, and walked back to his seat: "It's about making money, who is not doing business with?"

"Thank you." Yan Ji took the sour plum juice, and the water drops on the glass bottle soaked her fingertips, bringing a burst of icy refreshment.Take a sip of plum juice, leaving sour and soft teeth, and cooling the stomach and heart.

Yan Ji drank half of the bottle silently: "Do you like this?"

Zhao Das raised his eyebrows, and finished drinking a glass of wine with his neck up: "What kind? Damn, what do you like or not? It's about making a living. Some things cannot be seen, and some people cannot be seen. These tasks always have to be done by someone, and I won't do them." There are others, too."

"It doesn't matter if you kill someone? You enjoy that feeling, the joy of controlling other people's lives, the detachment above the law..." Yan Ji rubbed the water drops on the glass bottle, his voice was soft and low.

Since when?Onegin?Yan Ji hated Onegin's wanton killing, but Yan Ji yearned for the powerful abilities he displayed.For example, people hate wealth and long for windfall.For example, people hate officials and yearn for power.

It is a kind of dark psychology that can't be talked about, but can only be understood.

Yan Ji clenched the glass bottle tightly.

The kite rope was deeply embedded in the muscles of the bald man's neck, and the slight trembling caused by the intense breathing was transmitted along the kite rope, and the feeling of touch still remained at the fingertips.Too much happened recently, forcing Yan Ji to have no time to think about it, but what has happened and existed is always difficult to erase.

Zhao Dasi pried open a bottle of beer and gave Yan Ji half a glass: "Someone told me before that wine is the wind, and those hurdles that cannot be overcome must be carried by the wind."

Yan Ji picked up the wine glass, there was the fresh aroma of fresh grass blown by the wind, and the sweet aroma of fruit when it reached the tip of his nose.Take a sip, the wine is smooth and refreshing, followed by bitterness, thick bitterness, bitter tongue numbness, bitterness makes you want to cry.

Flipping the meat skewers in his hand, Zhao Das glanced at Yan Ji with a smirk: "Hold it, you must hold it back."

The strong bitterness lingers in the cavity for a long time, and the length is almost desperate.In patience, changes happen silently.Returning to the sweetness, a trace of faint sweetness revived the memory, and it reminded me that this glass of wine was originally bitter and sweet.It's just that the bitterness is so strong that it masks the sweetness.As time goes by, the bitterness subsides, and the sweetness rushes to the tip of the tongue and spreads to the heart.

Yan Ji drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, and Zhao Das filled it up for her: "When you learn to drink, you become an adult from a child. Adults are not good things."

Yan Ji was noncommittal, just drinking cup after cup.Zhao Das didn't speak, and opened the wine bottle by bottle.After the two drank six bottles, they switched to another kind of craft brew, with fine foam, bitter coffee, mixed with the taste of nuts and sea salt.

Yan Ji tasted half a cup, squinting her eyes to savor the taste, the rich aroma in her mouth and the feeling of slightly drunken dizziness made her start to confide: "Teacher, my mother is gone, but I still need to eat and sleep. I even have thoughts..."

She picked up a skewer of roasted pork belly, and only remembered the appropriate words after eating halfway: "I still have the heart to express my sorrow for the new words."

Zhao Dasi turned over the grilled squid skewers, raised his head and was about to speak, his eyes skipped Yan Ji and looked behind her, there seemed to be a person standing in the shadow of the attic next door, only brown-brown lambskin boots and a black skirt were clearly visible .

Zhao Das lowered his head and continued flipping the squid skewers.

Yan Ji looked at the stars and stars splashed by the charcoal fire, and his thoughts flew away: "They are so kind to me, I just feel sad, just sad, and I can still eat delicious kebabs, delicious sour plum juice, and beer. delicious."

"I never even thought about getting revenge on Yan Deng. She killed my mother, but I was still worried about her. Just now I thought, I don't know if Yan Deng has ever eaten such a delicious kebab. It's delicious, next time Be sure to take her to try."

"Is Director Ji not responsible for the teacher's death? But I didn't think about it at all. I even hope that she gets better, like in that photo, happy, healthy, everything is fine, and her friends are by her side. Let’s go to the best hotel for New Year’s Eve dinner together during Chinese New Year.”

"And you, you are not a good person, you want to use Uncle Zhou as an alibi, I know...you are not my friend, but I have no one else to talk to now...Thank you for the skewers, thank you for the beer... ..."

Yan Ji hiccupped his lips, his eyes blurred.Staring at the golden liquid in the cup, she was stunned for a long time, and said in a low voice, "I don't know who to blame."

Yan Ji shook his head, grabbed the wine glass and drank it down, and laughed at himself: "Why do you blame others... Teacher, mother, it's all my fault, but I still argue for myself in my heart, I have tried my best, I have worked very, very hard I didn't get scared, I didn't run away, I didn't even make a mistake, I did the best I could."

"That's what's on my mind."

"I'm sad and I don't want to be responsible."

Zhao Dasi touched the inch-inch head of his hand: "Oh, it's tiring to be too responsible at such a young age."

Zhao Das picked up a bottle of beer at his feet, and pried it open with a "boo" sound: "If you want me to say... Damn, to be honest, I don't know what other responsibilities I have besides living."

"To live? Just to live?" Yan Ji raised his head and asked blankly, "No regrets?"

Zhao Das took a sip of the cold beer and replied with a smile: "If you don't get caught, you will never regret it."

Yan Ji was taken aback when he heard the words, then couldn't stop laughing, covered his eyes with a smile, stood up abruptly and walked to the side of the room.

Yan Jihong looked into the distance with circles around her eyes, the dusk was fading away, the dawn was approaching, and darkness and light converged on the line.Her gaze seemed to cross the horizon that could never be reached, back in time, and saw the dead.

"The teacher said, you might as well look at it with a cold heart, and go further. I thought I understood it. Seeing the sinister human heart, seeing the cruelty of the world, seeing whether it is black or white, it seems good and evil."

Yan Ji shook his head, flicking the ponytail at the back of his head.

I neither understand nor do it.

After a long time, Yan Ji looked away, turned around and picked up the wine glass and said to Zhao Das, "Thank you."

Zhao Das smiled and clinked glasses with her: "You're welcome, people like us don't do business with anyone."

Yan Ji didn't seem to understand the meaning of the words, he drank it down and put down the empty glass, with a sincere smile: "The mutton skewers are delicious, and the wine is also good."

After all, she got up and left.

Hearing the sound of the bamboo ladder creaking away, Zhao Das squeezed his chin, grabbed his wine glass and said to himself, "Tsk, business is all business."

Day and night change, and the city is busy again after a short break.

The smoky blue of the sky, the orange coats of the sanitation workers, the white steam of the steamed bun shop, the brown tail feathers of the sparrows on the branches.

Nothing about Yan Ji's favorite mornings has changed.

Walking back to the inpatient department, Yan Ji first apologized to the anxious nurse on duty, and then went back to the ward to wash up.After tidying herself up, she took out her sketchbook and began to recall, writing down the things to do one by one.

After breakfast, Yan Ji went to get the heart CT done yesterday.The attending doctor said everything was normal.Yan Ji suppressed his doubts, went back to his room and took out his sketchbook to continue writing and drawing.

In the afternoon, the police from the sub-bureau came to look for Yan Ji, and Zhao Yunhe's death was finally determined to be a suicide.

Declare the death registration, cancel the account, contact the funeral home, and purchase the cemetery.Yan Ji ran here and there for a few days, and finally got things done.

The crematorium was far away from the urban area. Yan Ji was sitting in the carriage, supporting his mother's coffin, watching the scenery outside the window and speeding away, his mind was as calm as water.

Submit the death certificate, purchase the urn, obtain the cremation certificate, and sell the cemetery. All the processes are arranged in an orderly manner. The deceased only needs to lie down, and the family members only need to pay.

Yan Ji came out, the sky was overcast, many people were crying, wailing, sobbing, and secretly wiping their tears.In such an atmosphere, no matter how rational and restrained people are, they can't help but have red eyes.

Yan Ji quickened her pace, and there happened to be a taxi dropping off passengers outside the gate of the crematorium. She opened the door and sat in the back row: "Master, go to the People's General Hospital."

The taxi driver grabbed the paper box and handed it to Yan Ji.Yan Ji thanked him hoarsely, and took out a piece of tissue paper.The facial tissue was soft and had a strong aroma. Yan Ji frowned and looked up at the driver.

The driver took off the big sunglasses that covered his face, revealing a face with thick eyebrows and deep eyes: "We meet again."

Yan Ji's pupils shrank, and she immediately went to pull the car door. The moment her hand touched the door handle, the door was locked with a "click".

Yan Ji folded his body and grabbed the driver's neck tightly with his elbow: "Stop! Unless you want to die together..."

Before Yan Ji finished speaking, he felt his tongue was stiff, dizzy and unable to concentrate.She fell back to the back seat, her eyes gradually blurred: "Devo... Yasni..."

Dev Yasni smiled slightly: "I like you to call me Mr. Di."