What kind of bad thoughts can the monitor have?

Yuan Chengwen is gone.

Like the most inconspicuous dust floating in the deep winter.Even if no one cut his head, he still couldn't escape the first month.

Only Tan Le knew that at the moment when the glass lamp fell, Yuan Chengwen's body was indeed shining.

In the cold mortuary, the lame old man on duty hunched over and opened one of the freezers.

This is Jizhun's first visit to the mortuary, it is not as cold as expected, but there is no trace of life.His eyes darkened, and he looked sideways at Tan Jingyang beside him.

I saw him pursing his lips with a calm expression, but the hands hanging on both sides were extremely cold.So much so that Ji Zhun wanted to hold him, but his fingertips suddenly curled up from the cold.

Tan Jing lowered her eyes, rolled her Adam's apple, and silently opened the white sheet in front of her.

"Brother Yang..." Ji Zhun called softly, and wanted to step forward, but was interrupted by Tan Jingyang's deep voice: "Don't come here."

Ji Zhun stood where he was, and after a while, he still took a deep breath and approached Tan Jingyang again.When he saw the person lying in the cabinet, he couldn't help but wince.

That was Yuan Chengwen, but it didn't look like him at all.Specifically, he didn't want to describe it too much. Although he and this person had a brief encounter because of Tan Jingyang, and every time it was very unpleasant, he had seen this person so vividly before.

Now lying here, it seems that he has no connection with the whole world, and he doesn't look annoying at all, but Ji Zhun desperately hopes that he can wake up, even if he continues to hate him.

However, it was impossible.

The dead are gone, and the living have to go on.

"Brother Yang." Ji Zhun reached out and shook Tan Jingyang's shoulder, and said softly, "Xiao Le is still upstairs in the ward."

"I know." Tan Jingyang closed her eyes and said in a hoarse and tired voice, "Go out first and let me stay alone with him for a while."

"Can…"

"Go."

Ji Zhun paused for a moment, then nodded his head lightly at last, quietly withdrew the hand on Tan Jingyang's shoulder, turned around and walked out of the morgue.

At this moment, only Tan Jingyang and Yuan Chengwen were left in the cold room. They lived and died, relatively speechless.

Tan Jingyang slowly slid down with his back against the wall, staring at the people in the freezer expressionlessly.

Gradually, he embraced his head with both hands, inserted his fingers into his hair, and rested his head on his curled knees.

The shoulders went from tense to slightly undulating, and finally trembling violently...

The suppressed sobs were intermittent, and passed through the cold door to Ji Zhun's ears on the other side.His heart sank and tightened following the other person's continuous panting, and he couldn't wait to push the door and rush in, hugging him tightly into his arms, and comforting him in every possible way.

Ke Jizhun knew that not disturbing at the moment is the greatest respect for Tan Jingyang.

After an unknown amount of time, Tan Jingyang once again stood up against the wall with red eyes.The hand clenched on the edge of the freezer seemed about to sink into the iron sheet, and it was tightly clasped inward, exposing blue veins and light-colored blood vessels.

"Yuan Chengwen, what the hell is going on?" Tan Jingyang had a wry smile on his lips, and his hoarse voice echoed in the lifeless mortuary.

He clenched his fist and smashed it to his chest, making dull blunt noises:

"It's really good, you, after torturing my mother, you will torture me, and when you get tired of playing, you will go to another world to make troubles. You live a really cool life..."

And the answer to him was nothing but silence.

Tan Jingyang laughed lowly, shook his head and said: "Either you are a master, you have been a bastard all your life, but you finally chose a heroic ending... Well, now that my wish has come true, I don't even dare to hate it anymore you……"

"Uncle, tell me, how should I treat you in the future?"

After that, there was a long silence all around.

The old man who had been visiting the mortuary for a long time pushed the door again and urged Tan Jingyang to leave quickly.

In the end, he took another deep look at Yuan Chengwen who was lying down, leaned down and said softly at a distance of only a few feet away from him: "Uncle, thank you for saving Tan Le."

After a pause, the verdict was finally made for him.

"You are a good uncle."

……

……

Yuan Chengwen's funeral was quite simple, after all, he did not leave any good popularity during his lifetime.

Tan Le is still living in the hospital because of inhaling a small amount of smoke and dust. Fortunately, he is fine, but his spirit has always been a little sensitive, and he always wakes up crying in the middle of the night.Chen Jianye found the best psychiatrist through his relationship and counseled him on a regular basis.

In order not to irritate Tan Le again, Tan Jingyang refused to let him follow Yuan Chengwen on the day of his burial.

Sister Jiao was so distressed after learning about this incident that she ran to the hospital three times a day, buying all the delicious and fun things that filled the room.

Aunt Hui naturally came every day, but she didn't stay too long.After all, this incident had undoubtedly dealt a huge blow to her.Therefore, she was afraid that her emotions would accidentally affect Tan Le again, so she had to force a smile on her face, and when she felt that she was about to collapse, she found a reason to leave quickly.

Once the pain is caused, it always takes a long time to recover slowly.

Fortunately, the footsteps of winter are going away little by little...

Yuan Chengwen was finally buried in the cemetery in Meicheng, with Tan Jingyang's parents.

The day of the burial was surprisingly good.When leaving the cemetery, Tan Jingyang even saw a bouquet of early-blooming winter jasmine among the grass.

Ji Zhun stayed with him the whole time, and if Tan Jingyang didn't speak, he didn't say much.The two left Meicheng overnight after finishing everything. On the way back, Tan Jingyang told Ji Zhun that he wanted to sell the old house, keep some of it for college, and give some to the swallows in the hospital. want to do.

However, before they could make detailed plans, Yan Zi also left on the morning of the [-]th day of the first lunar month due to complications that failed to be rescued.

Until the end, Tan Jingyang didn't know whether Yanzi loved Yuan Chengwen or not.But I heard that she was smiling when she left, as if she knew that she and Yuan Chengwen would meet again in another time and space.

Either way, it's love.

While packing up Yuan Chengwen's belongings, Tan Jingyang dug out a ledger from his drawer.It densely records some trivial things in the weekdays...

"Today I borrowed 20 yuan from Lao Li next door to buy cigarettes, but last time he ate my tea eggs, we both pay!"

"Lend 6 yuan to Tan Jingyang to buy salt."

"The glasses are 200 yuan when you get married, and let him return it when you marry Yanzi in the future."

"I borrowed 30 yuan to buy crayons for Tan Le, and Tan Jingyang returned it, and the interest is 15 yuan short."

"Mazi ate a plate of dumplings from me, and the labor cost was 15 yuan."

"Buy eggs, 12 yuan."

“小葱2块、韭菜3块5、猪肉31块、豆腐3块2……”

"Taxi 22 yuan."

"Toll to Meicheng, 120 yuan."

"Buy new year's goods, 400 yuan."

……

The number is clear, and there is some cunning of the petty bourgeois between the lines.

Just when Tan Jingyang was about to close the account book, he suddenly found several different traces that appeared repeatedly in the thick account book.

"Gypsophila for my sister."

"Gypsophila for my sister."

"The sky is full of stars."

"The sky is full of stars."

"Haha, the price has actually increased, and it's a gift for my sister."

……

From the beginning to the end, there was no place where the price of "Gypsophila" was marked.

The yellowed paper was rubbed into wrinkles by fingers, and a hot tear blurred the scribbled handwriting.

It also blurred the good and evil of Yuan Chengwen I.

……

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