wild king

No matter how you try to whitewash it, the funeral is still solemn, depressing, and nauseating.

The sky is gloomy and empty, so is the earth, and so is man's mood.

The surrounding area is black and white, like a silent film from the last century, which was left standing alone, and occasionally mottled snow patterns flashed, and it returned to plainness again.

The mortuary was made by Song Shixi. Jing Lan loved beauty all her life. She asked someone to put on beautiful makeup and put on a beautiful wig, and then personally changed her clothes for the last time.

Not many people came to the funeral, but all the uncles and aunts who were close to each other usually covered their faces and wept—who knows how real or fake the paper towels are.

The spirit stopped for seven days, except for the first day, Song Shixuan was alone by the side. After all, the company also needs people, so it is impossible to leave them alone.

The white candles placed in front of the hall were quietly burning, and tears fell from time to time, and then solidified on the candle body.

The round candle body became jagged, like the abyss and cliffs in the hospital, with no bottom and no end in sight.

Song Shixuan caught a cold and stayed there for seven days.

The summer is hot and dry, so in order to prevent the corpse from decomposing, refrigerators are specially placed around it.

She wears black short-sleeved clothes every day, and her flaxen-colored long hair hangs over her shoulders, messy and smooth. The tears on her face are dry and dry, silent and no one sees her.

The tears solidified on her face, like a broken mobile phone screen, dividing her into pieces and shattering.

She didn't eat too much, and settled it hastily. She just stared blankly at the unsealed black coffin, which would not be there tomorrow.

Really, take a look, take a look...

She thought, tomorrow, Ms. Jing Lan will really be invisible, and she will be turned into ashes, put in a small bottle, and buried in a marble tomb.

In her life, she ended hastily, and just finished the last step like this, and then the traces of her existence were gradually taken away by time.

A hundred years later, no one will remember her name, her voice and smile.

Song Shixuan thought blankly, comforting herself.

she thinks,

She should also be a little happy, freed from the pain, freed from the filth and bad heart of the world.

Why are you crying? You should be happy for her. After so many years, Ms. Jing Lan just misses Comrade Song Kaifei so much, she just went to meet him.

Song Shixuan closed her eyes tightly, clutching her heart tightly, trying to stop those turbulent emotions, but she couldn't stop those gurgling things.

Still unable to hold back, she wandered in the mourning hall weeping in grief. She held on to the edge of the coffin, tears streaming down her eyes, and the grief was removed from her eyes, leaving only blank emptiness.

The evening wind blew leisurely, and wiped away the tears on her face, but she got wet again.

She couldn't help choking, sobbing, crying until she couldn't breathe, and said many, many words in a trance.

As for what was said at that time, she herself can't remember much.

Everything these days was playing fast in front of her eyes, frame by frame, scene by scene.

The piercing and long beeping of the heartbeat device, the electrocardiogram gradually drawn from the curve to an endless straight line, the trembling hands pulling the face of the man covered in white cloth, the corpse being pushed into the incinerator...

And now, the bottle of ashes in her hand all came from one person.

A person she would never see again no matter how troublesome, how absurd, and how much she longed for in the future.

Ms. Jing Lan left on Mother's Day, which is the No.40 eight Mother's Day in her life.

The cognition that had disappeared for a long time gathered together at this moment, and the grief was like the waves in a tsunami, screaming and devouring her.

Song Shixuan just felt dizzy, everything in front of her eyes was fogged up, and there was a double image.

She felt that the heart was beating so fast, so fast, and a sense of suffocation came over her face.

In the last scene before consciousness dissipated, her sister pushed through the crowd in a panic, grabbed her arm, and called her name in confusion.

The white ceiling, the familiar furnishings, and the vague smell of medicine pulled her out of the chaotic dream.

Song Shixuan blankly opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling motionlessly.

Song Shixi came in with white porridge, put down the porridge, and helped her sit up: "Are you awake?"

Then with a bit of anger: "Tell me about you, let you rest, but you still want to watch it, and it's fine to watch it, and you don't have to eat well."

"Do you really think you are iron?"

"You don't need to worry about these things. With me and your brother-in-law here, you can adjust your state at ease. Ah, be obedient, let's have some porridge first."

She took a spoonful with a white porcelain spoon, blew it, and brought it to Song Shixuan's mouth: "Hey, Xuanxuan, take a few bites."

Song Shixuan lowered her eyes, her sister's face was full of tiredness, and it seemed that she hadn't rested for a long time.

She moved her lips and opened her mouth with a terrible hoarse voice: "Sister, I'm fine, you go and do your work, I'll do it myself, and you too, rest more, don't be too tired."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Shixi looked over with worried eyes, but there were indeed many things to be busy outside...

"Where's my brother-in-law?"

"Downstairs. I'm packing up. He's going on a business trip in the afternoon. I'll see him off later."

She took the white porcelain bowl in her sister's hand and took a sip: "You go, I'm fine, there's nothing we can't do."

After a short pause, Song Shixuan managed to squeeze out a smile: "I still have you!"

Seeing this, Song Shixi felt relieved, stroked her hair, got up slowly and went out, closing the door behind her.

As soon as Song Shixi left, she put down the bowl.

The mobile phone with the broken screen was still on the bedside. She picked it up and turned on the screen. Today is the 21st, and Ms. Jing Lan has been away for almost two weeks.

She stared blankly at the spider web-like bruise, brushed her fingers lightly, and it was full of messages from Baili Yunbing, as well as missed calls.

The rest of the bits and pieces were sent by Zhong Wen, Song Bin and the others. After all, he had been out of contact for half a month.

She replied to the messages one by one and explained briefly.

then……

Then Zhao Lin's phone rang in.

"Damn thing, it's really you who lost contact for half a month!"

Song Shixuan: "..."

Song Shixuan didn't dare to speak, and didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Zhao Lin didn't mind: "Hurry up, don't worry, I'll be there in a while, open the door for me."

Song Shixuan smiled: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, she rubbed her cheeks, turned over and got out of bed to wash up.

The mirror in the bathroom was huge, and Song Shixuan in it looked haggard, with heavy dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was a little dry.

Sometimes, taking a shower can really be relaxing, and the steaming mist can make you forget about things for a while.

It was still black short sleeves, and underneath were black home trousers, which made the whole person even thinner.

The chin of the person in the mirror was like an awl, and his face, which was not big at first, was now as big as a palm, making his eyes look bigger, but lacking a little bit of brilliance.

Qi bangs are sparse and bright, covering the eyebrows and eyelashes, and the ends of the hair naturally hang down to half the waist.

Not feeling very well, she frowned, and dried it with a hair dryer. Her fluffy hair was tied up with a black rubber band, and she tied it into a cute ponytail.

When they went downstairs, Aunt Li was cleaning up the housework, and there were fruits on the table.Song Shixuan grabbed the key that was on the side: "Aunt Li, I'm going out for a while."

Only then did Aunt Li realize that Song Shixuan had gone downstairs, and hurriedly greeted her: "Hey, is Miss Xuan still feeling uncomfortable after waking up?"

"Have you finished your porridge, are you still hungry?"

Song Shixuan smiled, she was a bit nagging when she was older, but she also liked it, the house is too big and spacious, so it can be a little popular.

Just as she was thinking about it, Aunt Li hurried to her room and took out an envelope: "Miss, Madam asked me to give it to you after she left."

"..."

Song Shixuan pursed her lips and took it in silence without asking what it was.

Because the answer is obvious, this is a suicide note, dedicated to her.

Aunt Li went to work again, she looked at the letter, and finally put it in her bag.

She didn't dare to open it, she was instinctively afraid of something, even if it was just a suicide note from her mother.

It's nothing more than... last wishes, instructions, and things that haven't been said.

She didn't dare to look at it. Ms. Jing Lan's last wish should be that she find someone to marry well. After all, Ms. Jing Lan hopes that she can be taken care of.

Song Shixuan raised her cold hands to cover her eyes, as if the sun was glaring her eyes, and she felt that her eye sockets were being pricked tightly and painfully.

After a while, she put down her hands and went out.

The small villa has a large courtyard of [-] square meters, and then the gate.

There are flowers all around, planted by Ms. Jing Lan...

She walked forward in silence, her heart overflowing with sarcasm and sourness.

It's really... I don't know where the human face is going!

It's one o'clock now, when the sun was at its worst, and Zhao Lin hadn't arrived yet, so she simply hid under the shade of a tree.

Baili Yunbing: [What are you doing? 】

This was just posted by Baili Yunbing this morning. The previous ones were all from a while ago. Before you click on it, you can see the bright red "99+".

She roughly opened her mouth and smiled, this person is really nasty

Song Shixuan hugged the phone, and typed with her fingers curled up: 【I'm thinking of you! 】

The scorching sun fell on the ground through the gaps in the trees, weaving gray silk with dots of golden light, and laying it on the gray asphalt road. It was another golden day.

Baili Yunbing might be next to the phone, and the reply to the message is very fast, almost in seconds: "【Did you have a good meal and rest, don't be perfunctory.】

"..."

To be honest, Song Shixuan felt guilty about such a question.

You can't say "I don't eat well every day because of being too sad, and I have a fever, and I passed out for a few days", right? !

So, the witty classmate Xiao Song decided to avoid the serious and take the light: [Of course I have a good rest, I slept for several days! QAQ]

Isn't that right, after passing out for four or five days before waking up, isn't it just "resting well"!

Song Shixuan imagined Baili Yunbing's uncontrollable and helpless expression at this moment, covering her mouth and giggling.

A phone call came in. She didn't recognize it when she saw it. The number was so strange that she didn't remember it for a while, so she didn't answer it and hung up directly.

As a result, the opponent was quite persistent, and they called again and again.

Really impatient, she frowned and swiped to answer, and decided to strike first.

"Hey, don't buy a house, don't get a loan, don't invest, don't need insurance, just hang up if you have nothing to do!"

There was a strange silence for a long time, and finally, the deep voice passed through the electric current and fell into her ears.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Song Shixi's younger sister, Song Shixuan?"