Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

"Mr. Zhang knew how to judge people's eyes before he was alive. Today's scene is really not small."

"It's not that big, isn't everyone with a bit of a reputation here? It's pompous."

The funeral had just begun, and the guests waiting by the Mushan Lake entered the venue one after another, talking in low voices.

"Let me tell you, there are two scenes where you can see the real Zhanger the most. One is born and the other is dead. Today, Mr. Zhang is gone, and the new boss and the old boss have come in person. Wait for the sparks!" "

"The old club? You mean the Jiang family? Now they all change their surnames to Gu, so there won't be any sparks."

"Wu Qingshan has been arrested now. The old Wu family still has the intention to come here. It must not be specially to offer incense to the deceased."

"You mean...Wu Qingshan was arrested and has something to do with Gu's Energy?"

"I didn't say that! It's just that Gu Changzheng returned to China this time, and started a dozen or so companies in the circle like cutting melons and vegetables. The only ones who can compete with him now are the Wu family and his family. gone?"

"Quiet——" An old gentleman with white beard and hair stood on the podium, apparently the host of the funeral, "Thank you, relatives and friends, for coming today to bid farewell to Mr. Zhang Rusen."

He leaned on the frame of the podium, tremblingly, "Rusen is a diligent and down-to-earth person, today we have a heavy heart..."

Jiang Song had heard these words almost.

At that time, he kept buying news to suppress news, and finally sent Gu Changxi away.

He was sitting alone on a bench with a dark crowd behind him.

The walls are filled with yellow and white chrysanthemums, and the air is filled with the graininess of incense sticks, which makes people want to cough.

In the center of the low black curtain was Jiang Zhengguo's photo.

That photo was picked by Jiang Song himself, and the person in the photo smiled broadly and lovingly.

Jiang Song sat upright.

The air conditioner in the auditorium was on full blast that day, but he was sweating all the time.

The limp black tie was like a blunt knife, chafing at his skin.

Sweat even slid down his eyelashes, stinging him so hard he could hardly keep his eyes open.

After the host's speech, Jiang Song stood beside the censer with his hands down, accepting the condolences of the guests.

"Mr. Jiang, my condolences."

"Xiao Song, what are your plans for the future?"

"Xiao Song, if you need help, just ask, we are duty-bound."

……

Jiang Song just expressed his gratitude dully, took the cold flowers, and then turned around and put them on the empty crystal coffin.

Wu Qingshan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Song, my condolences. My second uncle is also getting old, so it's a joy and death."

Jiang Song frowned and looked at him, "What did the Public Security Bureau give me back, have you seen it?"

In the police station, the policeman told him tactfully that there was no possibility of restoration of the body.

"The temperature is high in summer, and the remains are not conducive to preservation. It is recommended that you send the person to the funeral home for cremation as soon as possible."

But as a family member, Jiang Song always had to sign those documents.

"Autopsy Report", "Identification of the Deceased", "Death Notice"...

With the pen his father gave, Jiang Song signed one by one.

The moment the white cloth was uncovered, Jiang Song knelt down on the ground, didn't cry, but couldn't stand up.

Two policemen helped him, and Jiang Song cooperated without struggling.

He coughed lightly, covered his mouth instinctively, and blood overflowed from between his fingers.

"Hey, you think that many people will suffer from this disease and that disease when they are old, and they will be tortured for more than ten years." Wu Qingshan seemed to be comforting him seriously, "At least, the second uncle left happily and was free from illness and illness. disaster."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Song threw out a fist, and the two of them rolled into the flowers all over the floor.

All around are the screams of guests.

At that time, although Jiang Song was not considered strong, he was at least a relatively healthy adult man.

He was beaten a few times, but he also beat Wu Qingshan with a black nose and a swollen face.

From that day on, Jiang Song's reputation changed.

He is just a dandy who has no backer, even dared to make a big absurdity at his father's funeral, so it is not unusual for those who turn their faces and deny people later.

"Jiang Song." Seeing him stunned, Xing Ce lightly poked him with his elbow.

"Huh?" Jiang Song turned his head to look at him, "What?"

"No, are you all right?" Xing Ce frowned slightly, "I feel that your complexion is not very good."

He lowered his voice a little, "If not, it's uncomfortable, let's leave first after burning the incense."

Jiang Song gave a low "hmm", and the two lined up side by side in the incense line.

Everyone has to play a few words, and the team moves slowly.

Xing Ce glanced at Jiang Song, hesitated, "What's the matter? What's the matter? What's the matter? Because of what happened a few days ago?"

In the past two days, he was also very entangled with the incident in the reception room that day. Except for work matters, he hadn't contacted Jiang Song much.

"No." Jiang Song was a little upset and didn't want to talk more.

"That's Gu, did Gu Changzhen make you angry?" Xing Ce turned his head and looked into the distance, "What's wrong with him today, instead of going with you, he came by himself and sat somewhere else?"

Across the two rows of them, Gu Changxi was very eye-catching in the crowd.

With the same black suit and white shirt, Gu Changxi can wear it with a different style from ordinary people.

The protagonist of the funeral is the dead, but all the people who come to participate are the living.

No matter where Gu Changxi went, there were people eagerly surrounding him to hand out business cards.

"I don't know, maybe he has something to discuss with others." Jiang Song said casually.

In fact, he really didn't know.

That day he told Gu Changxi that he wanted to calm down for a while, but he really hadn't seen each other in the two days before the funeral.

Jiang Song hid in the office for two days, and Gu Changxi did not come to him.

Although he was happy to live in peace, he didn't seem to have figured out why. He just suffered from insomnia for two nights for no reason.

Xing Ce looked at his eyes and didn't continue to ask.

It was the turn of two people to offer incense.

Jiang Song took three incense sticks, lit them on the fire, bowed and inserted them into the incense burner.

He was a little conflicted. On the one hand, he felt that death was like a lamp being extinguished, and it was meaningless for living people to go through these forms. On the other hand, he spent another two full days drawing a freehand drawing for Zhang Rusen.

He took out a small scroll from his pocket, squatted in front of the stove and waited for it to burn clean.

The tongue of orange flames licked quietly, and the brocade outside gradually turned to gray, with fuchsia rose petals on the edge.

Zhang Xiaoe sobbed softly beside her, "Brother Song, what is this?"

"Promise Uncle Zhang's picture of the purple robe and jade belt." Jiang Song waited for the picture to be burned to ashes, and stood up on his knees.

When he squatted down for a while, his eyes felt dizzy, and there was nothing to support him around, so he could only hold on calmly.

"Xiao Jiang." A slightly hoarse female voice sounded from behind.

In Jiang Song's impression, it had been a long time since he heard this sound up close, but his body clearly remembered the creepy feeling.

Wu Yali was wearing a black velvet suit and a black tie like a man.

She doesn't look old, at most she is in her early fifties, and she even has a bit of heroism.

But the skin on the neck had sagged, and a knot stood out at the throat.

Jiang Song looked at her and the people around her, and nodded expressionlessly, "Uncle, aunt."

Wu Yali held a pure black embossed handkerchief in her hand, and lightly pressed the corners of her eyes, "You are a benevolent child, and you know how to come and see Lao Zhang."

Jiang Song stood quietly without saying a word.

At this point today, he didn't even bother to maintain the superficial peace.

Xing Ce looked at the old couple of the Wu family without hesitation, "Yes, some people feel uncomfortable if they don't look for bad luck every day. When they go home, he/mother will wholesale and go to grapefruit leaves."

Jiang Song turned around to leave, but Wu Yali reached out to give him a hand.

"Hold your hands up, don't touch him." Xing Ce pulled Wu Yali's hand down, "Your family is also short of grapefruits, grapefruit leaves, I will ask someone to deliver them to you in a few years. If Mr. Wu comes out, he will not be able to catch up Fresh."

Jiang Zhengzhong's face was not as tense as Wu Yali's, and he hummed heavily, "In terms of seniority, it's not your turn to talk here."

"Oh, it's time for you to say it now?" Xing Ce raised his chin at Wu Yali, "This aunt said, are you done? You just barge in the door and rush to speak?"

This time, he stepped on Jiang Zhengzhong's sore foot, "Where is this place, how dare you make such a mistake!"

Jiang Song blocked in front of Xing Ce, "The auditorium is quiet, there is no need to make noise here. If Mr. Wu has nothing to do, we will leave first."

"Xiao Jiang, we are here today, firstly to give off Lao Zhang," Wu Yali said again, "secondly, I also want to see you."

Jiang Song listened quietly.

"I think the relationship between our two families was so good in the past, but we haven't moved around much in the past two years." Wu Yali's voice was soft and lacking in momentum, "Of course it's mainly our elders who are to blame. Obviously you and Qingshan are about the same age Brothers, you must make some big misunderstandings."

"Hey, stop," Xing Ce couldn't bear it anymore, "What, what do you mean? You said that Wu Qingshan has been arrested now, and it was our Jiang, Jiang Song who misunderstood it?"

Wu Yali turned a deaf ear to his words, "We have always been a family member in the matter of the consortium, and Gu's Energy also participated in the name of the Jiang family, not their main body of the group."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Jiang Song really didn't want to hear Gu Changxi's name come out of Wu Yali's mouth.

"If the Wu family is really splashed with dirty water, then the consortium will be like a broken leg. Can your small business survive?" Wu Yali said slowly. There will be no good end if you focus on it, why did he use the name of the Jiang family to take on such a big project? He has a lot of trouble, you may not know it, but I know it. "

"There's nothing about Gu Changxi that I don't know about, so you don't need to say any more." Jiang Song interrupted her bluntly.

"You listen to me before making a decision." Wu Yali still spoke unhurriedly, "As an elder, I will not interfere with the personal grievances between Qingshan and you. But if outsiders want to treat us as Troy, I will not let them go. .”

"Personal grievances?" Jiang Song repeated these four words, "You call what happened back then personal grievances?"

Wu Yali didn't deny anything, "You were all children at that time."

Jiang Song looked at her in confusion, "As long as no one dies, is it just a fight between children? What about my father, who is he fighting with?"

Wu Yali stared at him for a while, lowered her eyelids, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't you know?" Jiang Song's tone became urgent, "Think about it, how did my father fall from the roof back then, and how did the surveillance records disappear?"

"If you feel that groundless accusations can make you vent your anger, then I can tolerate your gaffe." Wu Yali shook her head, "But regarding Qingshan, I hope you can weigh it carefully. After all, if Gu Changzhen refuses to let you go , the Wu family is your only backing."

She looked into Jiang Song's eyes, "If you also know what I just heard, you will never trust Gu Changxi so much again."

Jiang Song smiled and lowered his head, "Since you think the Jiang family has already fallen into Gu Changzhen's hands, what else can I save? I have nothing, so I have nothing to lose, right?"

"Jiang Song," Wu Yali smiled gently, "at least you are still alive."

"That old woman is, just a fucking lunatic." Xing Ce turned his head and scolded, "Threatening you, stupid, stupid."

"Very good, they have made progress, at least they dare to say it clearly." Jiang Song came out from the auditorium, and saw Gu Changxi still surrounded by a large group of people.

"But do you think what she said has no reason at all?" Xing Ce was indignant, "Didn't the surname, surnamed Gu, also target you? The old woman's eyes are still very poisonous."

"Does what she said mean the same as what you said?" Jiang Song loosened his shoulders, "She just wants to sow discord and ask me to come forward and withdraw the evidence from Wu Qingshan."

It was already dark, and they walked along the lake for a while, and the sounds of mourning and joy gradually faded away.

"Then, how is your relationship with Gu Changzhen now?" Xing Ce asked vaguely.

Jiang Song looked at the new willows fluttering by the lake, "I haven't figured it out yet, so let's do this first."

"Wu Yali's words, we certainly can't believe everything, but there is one thing I think you should know." Xing Ce paused, "He is definitely not as simple as you think."

Hearing this kind of talk too much, Jiang Song didn't say a word.

"I bumped into you two that day, so what... I'll go back and think about it carefully. It can't be all, it's all accidental." Xing Ce is still a little angry when he thinks about it now.

"Huh?" Jiang Song blushed a little.

"It was Gu, Gu Changxi who asked me to go there that day, and it was his secretary who led me to the reception room." Xing Ce pouted, "Think about it, where is that, that inch, just for me to bump into? "

Jiang Song froze for a moment, pinched his temples, "I'm really a bit messed up now."

"Forget it, forget it," Xing Ce waved his hand, "Go to my house, go eat, and let's talk when we are full."

"No, I'm not too hungry." Jiang Song found a stone bench by the lake and sat down, "I'll blow the wind outside for a while."

"Ancestor, your body is still blowing." Xing Ce sighed, "Get up, I have to, pick up Xiao Song, hurry up."

"You go first." Jiang Song felt a headache when he thought of going home, no matter whether Gu Changxi was there or not.

Xing Ce stayed with him for a while, and seeing a lot of people walking their dogs to eat and drink, there should be no danger, so he left his coat and left.

Jiang Song was sitting by the lake alone, wearing two coats.

Children kept running past him.

He remembered many things from the past.

At that time, both Jiang Zhengguo and Zhang Rusen were still there, and Gu Changxi was still a child.

A balloon seller sat down beside him.

The crowded balloons are covered with LED lights, which look like colorful stars in the night.

When Gu Changzhen was a child, Jiang Song often bought these gadgets for him.

Rather than giving it to Gu Changyi, it is better to make up for the lack of no one buying this kind of street toys when he was a child.

Gu Changxi couldn't tell whether he liked it or not, anyway, he played with him every time.

A little monkey who beats the drum as soon as it is wound up, and a rubber man who can somersault from the glass.

Every time Jiang Song played the most vigorously.

But good times are probably like the small batteries installed in LED light strings, which run out of power after a flash.

In a blink of an eye, he was alone.

Jiang Song put down his hand that was about to buy a balloon, and quietly leaned back on the stone bench.

He rubbed his face.

It's obviously spring now, so we should cheer up.

The balloon pile didn't know when it was crowded, but it was too late when Jiang Song realized it.

He was caught in a group of balloons and smelled a familiar smell.

He Yilan's car smelled it.

But the person beside him couldn't be He Yilan.

He still heard people walking and running around.

But he was blocked by the balloon, and even the struggle seemed to be just the balloon swaying in the wind.

He felt something slowly tightening around his neck, like the string of a balloon.

The air in his throat became thin, but his vague consciousness was not enough to make him cry for help.

He struggled desperately.

He cannot die.

Gu Changxi is still alive.

He only said to let Gu Changxi wait for him, but he didn't say to let Gu Changxi wait forever.

He kicks and grabs.

There seemed to be only floating balloons around, and there was nowhere to apply force.

Then the crowd screamed.

There was a faint sound of fighting.

The thread at the throat came loose.

He heard the sound of something heavy falling into the water.

"Jiang Song!"

Gu Changzhen's voice passed through layers of balloons.

"Jiang Song!"

Gu Changxi's face appeared in the middle of the LED, illuminated colorfully.

Jiang Song covered his throat and tried to make a sound, "It's okay."

The smell of the inhaled anesthetic slowly dissipated.

He reached out and scratched everywhere.

Gu Changzhen's hands were cold and wet.

Gu Changzhen pulled him out of the balloon and checked him up and down, "Where is the injury? Where did he touch you?"

"He strangled me." Jiang Song's voice seemed to be sanded, "Neck."

Gu Changxi squatted in front of him, his voice softened a lot, "Let go of your hand, let me see."

Jiang Song stared at him and repeated, "He strangled my neck."

Gu Changxi gently took his hand away, covering a deep red line underneath.

It took a long time for Gu Changxi to recover his movements, and kept following his back, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm fine."

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Song's expression became very strange, "Have you been here all this time?"

Gu Changxi didn't seem to understand, "What?"

"Have you been watching...watching me?" Jiang Song's voice was intermittent, like a scratched tape.

Gu Changxi squatted in front of him, looking up at him.

His hair was all messed up, his tie was crooked to one side, the sweat on his face seemed to be soaked in rain, and he didn't know whether it was sweat or tears in his eyes.

Jiang Song's voice became softer, "In the office, the pills under the table, did you put them there on purpose for me to see?"

In the end, he barely managed to hold his breath, "... Is it true that you figured it all out and pretended it?"

The street lights were dim, and the surroundings were full of unknown people.

Until a girl gasped, "That's...is that blood on the ground?"

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