After the humble spare tire set the car overturned

Zhao Yi went to cook in the kitchen alone, Nan Xiaojin originally wanted to help, but was stopped by Zhao Yi.

"Chaoci is going in too, it's too crowded for three people to stay in the kitchen," Zhao Yi said.

Nan Xiaojin endured the chills in her body and watched Zhao Yi walk into the kitchen.

Zhao Yi took the ingredients out of the refrigerator and processed them slowly.Just after washing the yams, he was about to cook, when he heard something again, looked back at the yams in the basket, waved his hand and said, "Put those down, and let me cut them."

As he said that, he just turned on the rice cooker, walked over there, took the yam and put it on the chopping board, and said while cutting, "Just sit there and wait. Don't touch the water with your ten fingers. In case the kitchen knife What if you hurt your hand?"

After cutting the yam, he took out the strawberries from the refrigerator, washed them and put them on the small round table next to him. Then he put a chair in front of the table and said in the original direction, "Just sit here and eat the strawberries." , The injury from the last time is still not healed, so I'm doing nonsense."

Nan Xiaojin had a panoramic view of this scene.The huge TV screen in front of her played the channel she tuned at will, and the lively and festive music played in it couldn't relieve the chill in her heart.

After more than an hour, Zhao Yi brought all the dishes to the table and called Nan Xiaojin to eat.

Nan Xiaojin walked in and saw Zhao Yi sitting opposite her, and the chair next to him was also pulled away, with a bowl of rice and chopsticks on it.

Nan Xiaojin sat down stiffly, not knowing what to say.

Fortunately, Zhao Yi didn't seem to care whether she spoke or not, and kept filling the empty seat next to him, while talking to himself.

"This yam, you thought it was a bit soft before, but I adjusted the heat this time, it's very crispy, you should eat more."

"You didn't eat a few of the strawberries that I washed for you just now. Didn't you ask me to buy them before?"

"Today's sea bass is also good. Do you remember when we were in high school, you asked me to grab it for you whenever there was sea bass in the cafeteria." Speaking of this, he couldn't help laughing again, and raised his hand, as if to give it to the side The man fiddled with his hair, "Be careful, your hair is scattered around your mouth."

"Recently, your hair has grown a lot. I'll take you out tomorrow to have it trimmed, okay?"

Nan Xiaojin couldn't bear it anymore, all the absurdity, fear, and pity were pulling her mind, and finally completely broke down the state of mind that was on the verge of collapse.

"Enough!" She stood up and said, "This bowl of rice is not missing a bite, and the chopsticks you placed are still in place, can't you tell at all?"

Instead of waking up, Zhao Yi looked at Nan Xiaojin strangely: "What are you talking about? Ah Ci is about to finish eating."

After speaking, he took another piece of mutton for Chaoci, and said softly to Chaoci: "Don't pay attention to her, she is crazy."

"Am I crazy or are you crazy?!" Nan Xiaojin questioned.

"Chaoci died a long time ago! He is in your underground ice cellar! You nailed him into the ice coffin you bought yourself!"

After she finished speaking, she sat down as if she had lost her strength, and finally said softly and helplessly: "You at least... have to let Chao Ci go to the ground first."

Zhao Yi seemed even more inexplicable: "Of course I know that Ah Ci's body is still there—do you think I'm crazy?"

"That day, everyone thought Ah Ci was dead. But after a few days, Ah Ci came back, but you couldn't see it." He smiled sweetly, "You can't see him now, wait a while , He can return to his body, and you can see it. If his body is cremated, Ah Ci will not be able to return, so I have to protect his body well."

Nan Xiaojin stared at him blankly: "...you have gone completely crazy."

"Am I crazy? Maybe." Zhao Yi chuckled, "But I can see Ah Ci, he is really sitting next to me, he talks to me, smiles at me, I can hug him, and I can kiss him... ...you just can't see him."

"If I'm really crazy,"

"If 'normal' is 'healthy', it means never seeing him again,"

"Then drive me crazy."

Chaoci said, I'm sorry, I'm sick, but I don't want to be treated.

Until today, he didn't know what kind of feeling it was, what kind of despair it was.

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Nan Xiaojin, who was given high hopes by the Zhao family, left there that day in a daze.

None of them can stop Zhao Yi, because he behaves like a normal person, except that there is a "chaoci" beside him that no one can see.

Until one day, a blond man knocked on the door of the apartment.

No one knew what was said between them, only that the next day, Chaoci's body was pushed out and sent to the funeral home.

When Nan Xiaojin saw Zhao Yi again, it was at Chaoci's funeral.

This is a very special funeral, because Chaoci's ashes were not even buried, but placed in front of the tomb.

What is buried in the tomb is only some personal items and clothing of his lifetime.

From the whispers of Nan Xiaojin's people, they could vaguely hear that it was because Chaoci's ashes were going to be taken to Germany by that blond man.

Only then did she vaguely recall that that day in the narrow corridor of the lower cabin, someone clasped her wrists and pressed a knife against her neck. The blood stained her white suit, but that person smiled at her as if nothing had happened: "In a few days You may meet a German, his Chinese name is Tan Lie, and you tell him...forget it."

She turned her head abruptly and saw the blond man in the crowd.

He stood in front of the tomb, motionless, with bloodshot eyes in his emerald green eyes.

After a long time, she saw him squatting down, touching the dark urn, and said something with his lips parted.

He said, sorry.

Sorry...it seems like everyone is saying this.

Nan Xiaojin stood there in a daze, and she didn't turn her head until there was another murmur of discussion from the crowd.

It's Zhao Yi.

He was wearing the exact same clothes as on the wedding day, and he wore the rings that he didn't have time to exchange that day.

There was no trace of sadness on his face, and there was even a slight smile in his eyes.

Zhao Yi walked over slowly, knelt down in front of the tombstone, and took out a small box from his suit. Inside the box was a ring of the same style as his hand.

He put the ring in front of the tomb, closed his eyes at last, and kissed lightly on the photo of the court speech embedded in the tombstone.

Nan Xiaojin felt that she should breathe a sigh of relief.

Because Zhao Yi finally woke up from his madness, and finally accepted the fact that Chaoci was dead.

But her heart was constantly being pulled, the pain made her almost lose her voice.

The crowd gave way again, Nan Xiaojin looked and found a man in a white Tang suit.

She couldn't tell the approximate age of this person for a while, it seemed that he was only in his early thirties by looking at his face, but on his body was the deterrent of the superiors who had been there for many years.

Nan Xiaojin had never met Huo Yige, even though she had heard many rumors about the ruler of the Huo family.

When Huo Yige walked over, the expressions of Zhao Yi and Tan Lie, who had been silent before, suddenly turned cold.

"Why do you dare to come to his funeral?" Tan Lie stepped forward to block him.

"I'll give him a bouquet of flowers." He held up a bouquet of white daisies in his hand, "I'll leave when I'm done."

Huo Yige, who had always been aloof, actually brought a little pleading to Tan Lie at this time.

Tan Lie stared at him for a long time, but finally stepped aside.

Tan Lie walked over slowly. In less than a month, he looked terribly haggard, and even his tall and straight body was a little bent.

He put the daisy in his hand in front of Chaoci's tomb, and when he stood up, he subconsciously straightened his back.

He had many, many things to say, but standing in front of Chaoci's tomb, he was speechless for a long time.

"Get out after delivery." Tan Lie said coldly from the side, and even stepped forward to drag him out.

Ever since Huo Yige took power in the Huo family at the age of 22, no one can make him fall into the slightest disadvantage.But now it looks a little embarrassed.

"Let me have another word with Xiao Ci." He said to Tan Lie.

Tan Lie stared at him, noncommittal.

Huo Yige turned back, continued to look at Chaoci, and said in a hoarse voice: "If there is another life..."

"I'll stay away from you, okay?" His eyes were red, and the man in his forties was trembling as he spoke at this moment, as if he was about to shed tears in the next second.

But his pitiful appearance did not get Tan Lie's pity, he still said coldly: "Get lost."

In the end, this high-ranking and mighty man could only stagger away with red eyes and hunched shoulders.

When the funeral was over, Zhao Yi was still squatting beside the tombstone.

Nan Xiaojin didn't leave either.

She stayed with the two of them until it got dark and dawn broke again.

When the morning light shone on the tombstone, finally, Tan Lie moved.

He stepped forward, embraced Chaoci's urn, and said to himself, "I'll take him away."

Until then, Zhao Yi, who had not shown any sadness for a day and a night, suddenly had red eyes, pale lips, and his legs seemed unable to support the weight of his body, or could not bear such grief, and finally made his legs bend forward, It hit the lawn hard.

Tan Lie heard the voice, and also heard Zhao Yi's forbearing weeping.

But he didn't look back, and left with the heavy urn in his arms, carrying the sun behind his back.

Nan Xiaojin's face was also suddenly covered with tears, and she was so painful that she couldn't speak.

But she didn't have any position to stop Tan Lie, or to comfort Zhao Yi, she could only stagger away from here.