Every day in the Shura field, I'm doing fancy whitewashing

Song Xiuben was going to leave the next day, but at night, he couldn't wait any longer, so An couldn't bear to pack up his things happily, and drove back.

He wanted to call Zuo Chen, but after searching all over the car, he realized that he forgot to bring his mobile phone back. He thought about it, and planned to go back to get it tomorrow... After being with Zuo Chen, they went back together, and he also wanted to Let the dean see his beloved.

The car drove to the downstairs of Zuo's Group, and it could be seen that the floor of their company was still lit. He guessed that Zuo Shen should still be working, and he didn't want to disturb Zuo Shen's work. After thinking about it, he went to the bar in the back street. went.

Wait for tomorrow, tomorrow.

He also met an acquaintance in the bar, and after saying hello, he sat down where he used to sit and waited. He faintly felt that the expression of the person next to him was a little weird, but he didn't think too much about it.

After a while, someone came over. Seeing that he was an acquaintance, Song Xiu invited him to have a drink with him. After a pause, the man asked, "Why..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the person at the next table say, "Have you heard? The one from the Zuo Group committed suicide."

"I've heard about it a long time ago. Isn't the news all out? Why can't you think about such an influential figure?"

……

Song Xiu froze in place. He didn't seem to have recovered from this conversation. When he looked up again, he saw the person in front of him looking at him sympathetically, and said, "I heard that the Zuo family has been looking for you for half a month, but all Can not find you……"

"What were they talking about just now? Who committed suicide?" Song Xiu couldn't tell what he felt like, as if a hole had been opened in his heart, and cold wind poured in, and he seemed to be standing under a knife, waiting for the knife to cut him. down.

"Mr. Zuo, Zuo Shen. He committed suicide, and the media also reported it...about half a month ago, and now the funeral is over."

Before the man could finish speaking, Song Xiu leaned forward suddenly, his face was ferocious, his eyes were almost red, and he said word by word, "Say it again! Who died? Who committed suicide!"

He couldn't see his own expression, but he saw his hideous look in the other person's pupils, Song Xiu suddenly lost his strength, he immediately turned around and walked out, staggered a few steps uncontrollably, almost fell down.

He didn't believe it, he didn't believe that he confessed to him half a month ago, and the person who was still alive was lying under the cold tombstone in the blink of an eye.

He didn't believe it, he didn't believe that after he had finally determined his mind, he was going to experience a farewell, which was irreversible.

After he got out of the bar, he walked towards Zuo's Group. Just now he saw that the lights of the building on that floor were still on... That person must be working overtime, he must be working. A person like him is like a proud man of heaven In general, how could he die so easily?

After Song Xiu walked a few steps, he ran towards the company. When he arrived at the company, he ignored the suspicious eyes of the front desk and the surprised and sympathetic eyes of other people in the company. He went straight to Zuo Chen's office. The moment the door was opened, the whole person froze in place.

There was a person inside, but it wasn't Zuo Chen.

"Master Song Xiu?" The secretary didn't seem to expect to meet Song Xiu here, he was stunned, and then asked, "Where have you been recently?"

"Where's Zuo Chen? Where's the others?" Song Xiu felt his heart beating violently. He looked at the secretary, as if he was waiting for him to speak.

The secretary stood where he was, he paused, and revealed what was in his hand - it was a black and white photo, a posthumous photo of Zuo Chen.

A surge of hot blood surged into Song Xiu's head, he felt his face was about to burn, but his whole body felt as if he was in an ice cellar, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, when he was a child when he was extremely frightened , there will be reflex stomach pain, but it hasn't happened for many years...

But now, he was in so much pain that he almost wanted to die, his face suddenly turned pale from the pain, and his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold things.

"Mr. Zuo... passed away." The secretary bowed his head and said, "The old chairman said that there will be a new president coming to this office, so let me tidy up Mr. Zuo's things... As for this posthumous photo, it was the old chairman who said, put it away." to his office."

Song Xiu's stomach pain seemed to erupt suddenly, like a knife cutting open his abdomen, stirring constantly in his stomach, he couldn't help but groaned, and almost fell to the ground with his body twitching.

The secretary quickly helped him up and said, "Master Song Xiu."

"Why did he commit suicide? When...where did he commit suicide?" Song Xiu's voice was obscure and hoarse, as if it contained gravel, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Half a month ago, I committed suicide in a hotel under the Zuo Group. I cut my wrist and committed suicide. When I found out...the blood was almost gone, and I couldn't hold it anymore. I didn't get to the hospital yet." The secretary sighed and said, "Mr. Zuo loved to be clean when he was alive. If he knew that he was covered in blood, he would feel very uncomfortable."

"You haven't said why he committed suicide so well?" Song Xiu's voice was trembling.

"It's Capgras Syndrome. Mr. Zuo has been suffering from it for some time. For several years, he has been holding on, and now... he can't hold it anymore." The secretary said, "He is working too hard, too tired."

Song Xiu only felt that his heart was sliced ​​open by a blunt knife, and his flesh and blood turned out. The pain was so painful that he couldn't even cry.

He turned around and wanted to go outside, but he couldn't hear what the secretary said behind him. Before reaching the door, he fell to the ground and completely lost consciousness.

Zuo Shen died.

Tomorrow and the accident, I don’t know who will come first... The accident comes, and there is no tomorrow.

Zuo Shen... there is no tomorrow.

Song Xiu suddenly woke up from the dream, these painful memories flooded over like a tide, almost suffocating him, he almost staggered out of bed, and walked outside without caring about anyone else.

He called Xu Ya to ask about Zuo Chen's cemetery. Although Xu Ya was surprised, he still told Song Xiu the location of the cemetery. As far as I know him, he doesn't want to see you sad."

"I..." Song Xiu wiped his face, he said hoarsely, "but I... I... I'm too late."

"Who would know?...Love is a matter between two people, let alone you are late, even if you don't like him, it's okay, don't get yourself involved." Xu Ya persuaded.

"No, you don't understand...I...I shouldn't..." Song Xiu choked up slightly, he suppressed his turbulent emotions forcefully, and said, "If I hadn't given him any hope, he wouldn't have regarded this as For the only hope... If I hadn't hesitated, he wouldn't have despaired... Do you know? This is my fault."

Having said that, even Xu Ya didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only say, "If you do this, he will only be more sad."

Song Xiu hung up the phone and rushed to the cemetery. This is the cemetery with the best geomantic omen in the city. Zuo Chen's tombstone is at the far side, quiet and no one will disturb him. There are flowers beside the tombstone, which shows that someone has been here not long ago .

Song Xiu didn't pay attention to these, his eyes fell on the black and white photo on the tombstone, the person in the photo clearly had the same appearance as Zuo Yi, but Song Xiu couldn't mistake him.

He is Zuo Shen.

But Song Xiu didn't want to admit that this was Zuo Chen. If he admitted that the person in the photo was Zuo Chen, wouldn't that be the same as admitting that Zuo Chen was dead and that he would never come back?

He knelt down in front of the tombstone, his throat was sweet and sweet, he didn't have a heart attack, but now he felt almost out of breath, he wondered if he was also sick.

"Wait for me for a while, why...why didn't you wait for me?" Song Xiu's voice could hardly come out.

No one answered his words, and the cemetery was silent.

Footsteps came from behind, Song Xiu subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw a person standing not far away looking at him, but he just couldn't see the person's face clearly, and he was not in the mood to look.

This person seemed to be hesitating and took a few steps forward. Only then did Song Xiu see this person's appearance, and he was taken aback for a moment. For a moment, he almost mistook the person in front of him as Zuo Chen, but it was only a moment. He quickly realized that this person was not Zuo Chen, but Zuo Yi.

"Brother Xiu." Zuo Yi didn't seem to expect Song Xiu to be here, he was stunned, and then said, "Are you here to see Brother?"

"This flower...is it from you?" Song Xiu's voice was so hoarse, he was so startled that he hurriedly said, "Brother Xiu, your voice..."

Song Xiu shook his head, he could always feel his throat was fishy and sweet, and it seemed to be stuck with gravel.

"I didn't send the flowers. My brother had a lot of connections before he was alive, and he passed away only half a month ago. Even if people leave for tea, it won't be so fast. Someone will always come to see him." Zuo Yi said.

"Did he say anything before he died?" Song Xiu didn't know what he was talking about anymore, he felt that he should say a few more words, otherwise he would collapse.

"When he was found, his blood was almost drained, he was almost dying, and he lost consciousness at all... So, he didn't say anything." Speaking of this, Zuo Yi lowered his head and said , "I thought he must be very sad. I checked Capgras Syndrome later... If I were left alone in the world of deception, it would take only a few years, but one day, and I would probably go crazy."

Song Xiu subconsciously raised his hand to press his heart. For some reason, he felt that he seemed to understand this feeling, as if he had also suffered from this symptom.

That kind of madness, that kind of collapse, that kind of feeling of wanting to escape made Song Xiu feel suffocated, as if something was strangling his throat, he couldn't cry, couldn't cry, he could only have fear.

He walked on thin ice, and he didn't know when the ice broke, and he would sink to the bottom of the sea forever.

——This is probably Zuo Shen's fear.

What Song Xiu felt sad was that Zuo Chen had been ill for several years, but he had never noticed it. Even when Zuo Chen said that he was ill, he still felt that Zuo Chen was joking.

How ridiculous, how ridiculous.

作者有话要说：蹲评论，蹲蹲蹲，我已经想好怎么HE了！感谢在2019-12-2623:59:43~2019-12-2722:40:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Su Ye, dried salted fish, 1 tangerine orange;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Shuqi; 6 bottles of Lou Yuqing; 8295 bottles of Lingtian Xiaoyin and D1; [-] ​​bottle of Daphne and Margarita Spicy Chicken;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!