I am in the crematorium, Wen Dang A Piao

While in the elevator, Shi Huaixi carefully got into Xin Jianran's backpack - the time for invisibility was about to pass.

He heard the sound of the elevator door opening, followed by Teacher Wang's voice, his voice already had a strange tone, "This is my home, remember the way, and you will often come to my home to play in the future."

Xin Jianran frowned and wiped away the moisture in his eyes, "I must come to see the teacher often."

He rang the doorbell, and an anxious middle-aged man opened the door. He almost lost his voice when he saw the person coming, "Dad!"

"Why are you so surprised? This is my student, Xin Jianran, Xiao Ran, this is my son."

As he said that, he walked in with Xin Jianran who was silent, and saw the mourning hall set up in the living room.

I also saw the black and white portrait of myself in the center.

The hazy memory became clear, and he remembered that he was... dead.

He looked beside him feeling something, Xin Jianran's eyes were red, and he called him with sobs, "Teacher..."

"Hey," he responded, and raised his hand. He wanted to touch the head of his favorite student, but in the end he patted him on the shoulder, "Xiao Ran, I'm sorry, teacher. scared you."

After he finished speaking, his field of vision was covered by darkness, and all sounds were gone.

Shi Huaixi read information related to this in Xin Zhuo's book. Some people will be resurrected for a short time because of their obsession after death. They will not be able to see the sky or eat. They will forget what they have died and do it subconsciously. obsession, unless someone tells him he is dead or he realizes he is dead.

He will die completely.

Not long after Xin Jianran stayed at Teacher Wang's house, Xin's mother called to ask about it worriedly, and Shi Huaixi suggested that they come to pick him up.

Both Xin's parents came over, and they also learned what happened today from Mr. Wang's son.

Teacher Wang passed away in his sleep early this morning. He has not been in good health for the past two years, and had a major operation last year. His family has already prepared things for his departure, but when they arranged the living room Afterwards, it was discovered that the old man lying on the bed had disappeared at some point, and the whole family did not dare to say anything, so they hurriedly looked for him. Fortunately, he came back.

Teacher Wang's son was very grateful to Xin Jianran. If he hadn't sent him back even if he knew that Teacher Wang was dead, in case something happened along the way, he really didn't dare to think about it.

There was a terrible silence in the carriage.

Xin Jianran opened the zipper of the backpack, Shi Huaixi poked his head out from inside to look around, Lu's father frowned and drove with a distressed look on his face that wanted to say something but couldn't speak, and Xin's mother sat in Xin Jianran's car. Beside Ran, she put her hand on his shoulder comfortingly, sad and worried.

Shi Huaixi patted Xin Jianran's hand, "Isn't Teacher Wang's funeral the day after tomorrow? Let's go see him off then."

Xin Jianran nodded.

Seeing his response, Shi Huaixi continued: "We now know that people have an afterlife. Teacher Wang is so good, the next life will be very good, happy, healthy and rich."

Xin Jianran squeezed his hand, "Yes."

Both the Xin family breathed a sigh of relief, and Xin's mother said: "My father and I will go with you. We are very grateful to Teacher Wang. When we haven't found you, I took care of you and loved you. Mom is willing to listen to you." Tell your story about him."

"So is Dad."

Xin Jianran sniffed and said hoarsely, "Thank you, Mom and Dad."

When they got home, Xin Zhuo had already arrived and was sitting in the living room downstairs. He had already received the news in the group, and the family went back to their rooms after a brief chat. When Xin Jianran entered the bedroom, Xin Zhuo He patted on the shoulder, comforting silently.

Shi Huaixi returned the talisman to Xin Zhuo, "I have to go to Xin Jianran tonight, he is sad now."

Xin Zhuo took the talisman and patted him, "Call Xin Jianran out to the terrace."

Although Shi Huaixi was at a loss, he still followed suit. When he came out with Xin Jianran, the outdoor lights had already been turned on.

The floor lamp was warm and yellow, and Xin Zhuo was sitting on a futon, with beer and snacks in front of him, and there was a takeaway label on it—he ordered these things in advance, and he didn't look back, he just pointed to the futon next to him, "Come here .”

As soon as Xin Jianran sat down, he was handed a can of beer, "Have you ever had a drink?"

"Drink often," his voice was still a little hoarse, "when I can't sleep, when I don't have inspiration, I always drink some wine."

Xin Zhuo didn't say anything more, he opened another jar, put it in front of the third futon, lit a stick of fine incense, and said to Shi Huaixi, "This is yours."

For a while there was only the sound of quiet drinking.

Xin Jianran raised his head, the summer night is always very transparent, the stars seem to hang on the black jade.

He remembered a long-standing saying that after a person dies, his soul will float to the sky and become a star.

He has not had a distinct sense of death until today.

Death is, for the rest of your life, there will never be such a person again.

Everything you do is related to his plan, whether it is to visit him every holiday; or to find a time to let him point out new paintings; or to invite him to come to the house as a guest and meet his parents.These plans are permanently reduced to fantasy with the departure of this indispensable person.

What you want to say to him can no longer be conveyed to him, what you want to give him can no longer be seen by him, and he can no longer appear in his life.

Xin Jianran felt pain.

Isn't this another level of "the child wants to support but the relative does not wait"?

He drank the wine one gulp after another.

Shi Huaixi didn't intend to persuade him either.

When someone close to you dies, you should be sad, you should get drunk, you should be sad to your heart's content, and vent these uncomfortable and suppressed emotions.

Because this is a sad thing.

No one should be strong for it.

It was a silent night.

They were just by Xin Jianran's side and were responsible for accompanying him.

At Teacher Wang’s funeral, many students he had taught came. The atmosphere was sad and depressing. After Xin Jianran finished offering incense, he stayed in a corner with his family. Teacher Wang’s son told him that Teacher Wang always had a heart. To be able to live happily to this age, and to die in a dream without experiencing any pain, is already joyful and mournful.

All his life, he had a harmonious family, a lot of peaches and plums, he was cheerful and open-minded, and he had many old friends, which can be called complete.

Xin Jianran felt much better after hearing this.

For Mr. Wang, this is a life without regrets, and that is enough.

Qin Yao walked into his sight at this moment, and he had a good relationship with Teacher Wang. According to Uncle Wang, Qin Yao would come to see Teacher Wang every now and then, or ask him out to play, and Teacher Wang followed a lot of trends .

He was visibly haggard and sad. After offering incense, he kowtowed three times and was helped down by the people next to him.

However, Xin Jianran noticed that on the other side of him, there stood a tall and thin ghost in the shape of a human, staring at Qin Yao coldly.

When seeing ghosts again, Xin Jianran found that the spontaneous fear and disgust had subsided a lot. He knew that this was the influence of Teacher Wang, which made him realize that ghosts used to be human beings, and they also had feelings, likes and dislikes. There are good and bad, which cannot be generalized.

He looked at Xin Zhuo, who shook his head and said, "There is cause and effect between them."

If there is cause and effect, it is not easy to intervene, and Xin Zhuo can feel that the ghost following Qin Yao has no malicious intentions.

On the seventh day after Teacher Wang's death, Xin Jianran dreamed of him. They were painting. In the dream, the teacher had a rosy face and was full of energy. He taught him to paint as carefully and patiently as before. After a class, Xin Jianran Jian Ran took Teacher Wang back home, and formally introduced his family members to him, and Shi Huaixi did not miss them.

They had a meal together, and then Xin Jianran sent him out. He heard Teacher Wang say, "Teacher can see that you are living well at home, and you haven't left behind in painting. The bitterness and sweetness of life are the same." On balance, you have lived a hard life for the past 20 years, but you must be happy in the days after that, the teacher is leaving, so don’t send me off, live a good life and be happy.”

Xin Jianran stood there watching him, "Goodbye, teacher."

Xin Jianran opened his eyes, and a small round skull appeared in his sight, "You're awake, how do you feel?"

"Very good, I dreamed about the teacher."

He sat up and looked at the time. It was past ten o'clock, "It's so late."

"Yeah, I came in to take a look after you didn't wake up. Xin Zhuo told me not to wake you up. It turned out that Teacher Wang came to see you."

Xin Jianran hummed lightly, "Yes, he came to see me."

From this day on, Xin Jianran's depressed mood disappeared completely, and he worked and studied seriously, Shi Huaixi looked relieved.

This afternoon, after eating watermelon with Xin Jianran, Shi Huaixi took out the certificate that he had completed for a few days. The certificate was formally rolled up and tied with a ribbon. In front of Xin Jianran, he cleared his throat and said formally: "Because of Xin Jianran's outstanding performances recently, my supervisor hereby sends this letter as an encouragement."

Xin Jianran smiled and took it with both hands, "Thank you, can I open it now?"

"Ok, Ok."

Xin Jianran gently untied the ribbon and unfolded the award certificate. The lettering on the award certificate was golden, standing crookedly, hardworking and cute. Besides the words, he also painted frame decorations and filled in other colors, except for the clumsy font lines. , In fact, quite a sense of design.

It also shows the intention and seriousness of the creators.

He looked at it very seriously, and Xin Zhuo stood behind him, also watching with a confused expression, knocked on the table for a long time, and said coldly, "It's time for class, put away all irrelevant things."

Xin Jianran did as he did, rolled up the certificate and put it in a drawer. He planned to send the certificate to be framed after class.

Seeing this, Shi Huaixi also calmed down, and opened a book to read.

Xin Zhuo talked from beside him, stretched out his hand to grasp and pinch his whole body.

Shi Huaixi was used to his inexplicability, so he was pinched cooperatively and continued to read the book.

Xin Zhuo: Frustrated.

It was only at night that Shi Huaixi realized that Xin Zhuo seemed to be in a bad mood today.

He stood on Xin Zhuo's lap. The young man just finished taking a shower and was sitting on the sofa reading a book. His face looked like he had eaten an iceberg. Shi Huaixi poked him, "What's wrong with you?"

Xin Zhuo didn't want to talk to him.

Shi Huaixi then sighed, "Then you are in the mood now, can I still give you a gift?"

"Gift?"

"It's a certificate."

Xin Zhuo put down the book, "I have it too?"

Shi Huaixi took out the award certificate and handed it to him on the side of his tent bed, "Why don't you have one?"

Xin Zhuo's raised hand paused, and he folded his arms, "Is Xin Jianran the only one doing the ceremony?"

"What, oh oh," Shi Huaixi held up a certificate to present the award, "Because Xin Zhuo has performed very well recently and is passionate about tutoring freshmen, I hereby issue this certificate as an encouragement."

Xin Zhuo snorted softly and took it with both hands, "You still have a little conscience."

"I have always been very conscientious and thank you," Shi Huaixi paused suddenly, "You are not angry because of this today, are you?"

In the silence, Xin Zhuo still had a cool and cold face, but honesty's ears turned red under Shi Huaixi's gaze.

"Uh..." Shi Huaixi drifted away silently, "Pretend I didn't ask anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was grabbed by one hand and stuffed into his pocket, "Stop talking!"

"Okay."

The author says:

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In this chapter, we have grown up slowly.

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