Take advantage of the enemy's amnesia

The Internet call was hung up in the middle, and Zhong Yu was stunned for a moment.

But what confused her the most was the call from the last phone call - if she heard correctly, the two words should be: 'Mr. Fang'.

Such a name Zhong Yu is not unfamiliar. Many people used to call Fang Zhixin this way, even now.

So...is the landlord also surnamed Fang?This is too coincidental.

Or……?

The lunch break ended soon, and Zhong Yu didn't have much time to think about it.

It's just that after returning to the community after get off work today, she didn't walk towards the direction where she lived as usual, but came to the property management office by accident.

The property management is located on the first floor of a separate building in the community, and the flow of people is not large. Occasionally, one or two people come in and out just to settle the expenses of the previous month.

Zhong Yu has never been to the property management office of this community.

Because at that time the house was rented out under very special conditions, except that she had to transfer the rent of 1000 yuan to the landlord on time every month. Need to come out, so she naturally doesn't need to come here.

This was a contract that was extremely tilted, but she didn't think too much about it because she was in a difficult situation at the time.

One of the reasons why I didn't think too much about it was that the landlord was willing to provide me with such a good house and only charge me so little money because I was her "destined person".

This is also what the real estate brother I knew before said.

Because of the acquaintance earlier, it is impossible for Zhong Yu to have any doubts.

The landlord himself is a very superstitious person, and the establishment of such a person has greatly reduced Zhong Yu's suspicion.

But it is different now. After so long contact, she finally found that the person she came into contact with could not see any superstitious appearance no matter where she came from. Such people are superstitious, but Zhong Yu doesn't believe it at all.

Plus the 'Boss Fang' she heard on the phone today.

The doubts that have arisen from time to time in the past few months finally have an answer at this moment, and those moments that she occasionally feels familiar with--before that, she had all been delusional.

Zhong Yu wondered if it was an illusion that he might get the answer right away.

She lifted her foot and walked into the gate of the management office.

Walking into the glass door, I saw a man standing in front of the counter waiting for consultation, while the staff behind the counter was looking down at the computer to inquire about things for the other party. Zhong Yu did not make a sound, but stood silently by the side and waited for a while. At the same time, my mind is still struggling with things that are about to get results.

She waited until the person in front of her had left before she stepped forward to the counter.

"Hello, I want to check the property fee of last month and pay it by the way." She looked down at the person behind the cabinet.

"How many buildings and households?" The staff was obviously already very skilled, and she didn't even raise her head.

Zhong Yu quickly reported his house number, and then the staff clicked on the keyboard, and then asked again: "What's the owner's name?"

This is basically the most basic secondary verification.

It’s just that Zhong Yu couldn’t answer this question at all—to be precise, she still didn’t know the real name of the other party, let alone the other party’s surname, until now.

It's just that now she has doubts and guesses about the identity of the other party.

"The owner..." Zhong Yu frowned in embarrassment, and then looked at the staff for help: "I am a tenant, and I don't remember what the owner's name is."

The staff looked up at her.

"I only remember that the surname seems to be Fang, can you help me find out?" Zhong Yu continued to throw out the bait.

After the words were thrown out, the staff quickly caught them. She followed Zhong Yu's words and looked carefully at the "owner" column on the computer screen, then asked: "It's Fang, Fang Zhixin is it?" Bar."

"Yes, it's called Fang Zhixin." Zhong Yu suddenly calmed down, with a relieved smile on his face.

As expected, but also unexpected, she didn't quite know what mood she was in right now.

But the staff continued to say: "Don't forget next time, the total property fee owed last month was 545.43 yuan, here is the payment method..."

…………

Zhong Yu has been in a trance since she came out of the property management office. She walked aimlessly and reached the door of the house before she knew it.

It was the door of her house, and it was also the door of Fangzhi's new house.

Fang Zhixin probably rented this house to her after putting a lot of thought into it.

Just thinking about how bizarre and tortuous the process of renting this house was, Zhong Yu's mood became more and more complicated.

Being cheated, she wasn't angry, surprised, or even a little bit angry, as if it was reasonable and normal that the landlord was Fang Zhixin.

Or, in such a period of contact, she has already discovered that the other party's speech habits overlap with Fang Zhixin's ingenious overlaps, but she has been avoiding them subconsciously.

Zhong Yu opened the refrigerator and took a can of cold beer out, then leaned on the sofa, she began to think about her own psychological process in the past few months, and then thought about the other party's cooperative disappearance during this period of time and another strange identity. Accompany yourself online.

She wasn't sure if this was the 'new life' she wanted.

We bid farewell to the past, but did not completely bid farewell to Fang Zhixin.

The next day, Zhong Yu took half a day of personal leave. Instead of going to the company, she called a car and drove towards Fang's manor.

The news of Mr. Fang's death can be regarded as an explosive event in the entire Z country. This person is not only a great noble patriarch, but also has an official position on him. What's more, the Fang family's charity money every year these years It was a huge sum, so within half an hour of Mr. Fang's death, the news about his death had already dominated the headlines of major websites.

Zhong Yu naturally saw it later, after all, she habitually checks Weibo every day.

When she saw this news, she probably guessed the reason why Fang Zhixin's phone call suddenly hung up. The time of the old man's death happened to be at noon.

The place where the Fang family's manor is located is not in the downtown area but in the wealthy area of ​​the capital. People who own villas or houses here are generally rich and powerful, and a behemoth like the Fang family even directly owns a manor.

The streets here are not so lively on weekdays, but now because of Mr. Fang's death, it has become extraordinarily lively. People poured into this street one by one, and when the car drove over, it could be seen from a distance. Fang's house, the streets on both sides are full of vehicles with small white flowers on them.

Zhong Yu got off the car not far from the manor, and walked slowly there.

She was wearing black today, and after getting off the car, she took out the little flowers she had prepared from her pocket and pinned them to her chest.

The Fang family, which is usually heavily guarded, is not so strict on this day. The servants at the gate no longer verify the visitors who come to worship one by one, as long as they come, they can go to the mourning hall to burn incense.

Zhong Yu followed the flow of people inside and walked for a long time before reaching the lobby where the old man's coffin was placed.

She saw Fang Zhixin standing in front of the hall at a glance - Fang Zhixin's not-so-round face looked even thinner after not seeing him for a few months, and the fact that the old man passed away even if his face was covered by makeup It's hard to see that the whole person is very tired.

Every time someone came here to offer incense, Fang Zhixin had to bow in return.

After the whole morning, she stood here motionless, bowing whenever anyone came, and the sadness in her heart was completely occupied by exhaustion.

But she had to remain calm and not show the slightest bit, because she had been the talker of the Fang family since the moment Mr. Fang passed away.

Her every move represents the face of the entire Fang family and nobles.

Zhong Yu received three sticks of incense on one side of the mourning hall, then moved behind the line of offering incense and moved forward a little bit. When it was her turn, Fang Zhixin was obviously stunned, but she didn't stop but held the incense solemnly I said goodbye, and then inserted the incense.

"My condolences." After all this was done, she turned sideways and looked at him.

"Thank you." Fang Zhixin parted his lips, still without much emotion.

The two of them didn't look like they had a past at all, at least from Fang Zhixin's attitude, Zhong Yu couldn't match each other up with the 'landlord' behind the network.

But the landlord and Fang Zhixin are indeed the same person.

She didn't know what she was here for today, she seemed to just want to see how Fang Zhixin was doing.

After all, a family member had just passed away, but after coming here, she found that she couldn't see anything in such an occasion.

The next person to offer incense soon followed, and Fang Zhixin began to bow to the other party in return.

After burning incense, Zhong Yu didn't stay in the mourning hall for too long, but walked out directly, but not long after she walked out, there was a hurried shout behind her.

"Miss Zhong, wait a minute!" The little secretary hastily chased after her.

"You are..." Zhong Yu looked at the little secretary who was catching up in a hurry, and felt a little familiar for a while, but couldn't remember where he had seen him.

The little secretary smiled: "I am Mr. Fang's secretary."

Although Zhong Yu might not think of her, she has done so many things for Fang Zhixin in private, and she has already figured out Zhong Yu's position in Fang Zhixin's heart.

"Boss Fang can't leave now, she asked me to tell—"

"Thank you for coming to see her."

"She's fine, please don't worry."

Even with just one glance, Fang Zhixin knew that Zhong Yu came here specially today.

This may be the only tacit understanding left between them.

Zhong Yu hummed lightly as an answer, but her attention was still on the little secretary in front of her.

"Did we meet somewhere?" The more she thought about it, the more something was wrong, she hesitated for a while before asking out loud.

The little secretary was about to go back to the mourning hall, but Zhong Yu's question made her scalp tingle.

But after all, she followed Fang Zhixin and met many big scenes. She replied without changing her face: "I have been with Mr. Fang for several years, and it is normal for Miss Zhong to see me."

The implication is that you can only see me on formal occasions at work, never in some weird places.

——Especially places like Tongzilou Cafe!

Thinking about how she used to lie on the door of Zhong Yu's house and stuff leaflets inside, she wanted to cry!

"If there is nothing else, I will go back first. There are still many things in the mourning hall." The little secretary responded politely.

But it's true that today's occasion is very busy, and Fang Zhixin just asked her to come out to talk.

Zhong Yu didn't continue to entangle, but just looked at the back of the other party who was fading away, and she suddenly remembered something.

She remembered.

A few months ago, when she was still living in that run-down community, there was a pretty flier girl who often wandered downstairs in their house. It was because she was relatively pretty that Zhong Yu felt that the beautiful sister had to stand up to her when she did something wrong. The sun came out to make money for handing out leaflets.

Now it seems that the boss is too unscrupulous.

The author has something to say: Today is the last day of March, happy! !

Good luck to everyone in April!