What's going on? Playing mahjong, am I playing mahjong with them?

Xing Yasi slowly raised her body and stared blankly at Pan Dongdong sitting next to her head.

Pan Dongdong skillfully shuffled the cards and said, "Oh, my luck was so bad last night. I lost all my chips in just a few hours."

An Xiner, opposite Pan Dongdong, also nodded: "Yes, Xiaoyue and I have almost lost. We have been one of the three tonight. Mr. Xing is the big winner. Hey, Mr. Xing, why don't you shuffle the cards? You won't want to play after you win, right? Or haven't had enough sleep, and you want to rest for a while before practicing?"

Xing Yasi raised her hand blankly, touched her neck, which was still a little painful, and looked around.

This is a very well-decorated room with two large beds and a few bonsais placed beside the window, while she was wearing a moon-white pajamas and sat on a brown leather sofa.

All she saw was completely different from what she saw before she fainted.

For a moment, she actually had an illusion: Didn’t I go to Xitang Garden Community last night?

Xing Yasi looked at all in front of her and recalled: After I went to Xitang Garden Community last night, I seemed to be attacked secretly, but why did she play mahjong with them again? Can anyone tell me what's going on?

Xing Yasi closed her eyes hard, shook her head slowly, then opened her eyes, and asked hoarsely, "Where is this?"

After she asked this, Pan Dongdong and others who were shuffling the cards were stunned. After looking at each other, Pan Dongdong raised his hand and touched her forehead, and said worriedly: "Mr. Xing, are you sick?"

Xing Yasi shook her head slowly and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where is this!"

Xiaoyue frowned and replied, "This is Jiangnan in her dream."

"Jiangnan in the dream?"

Xing Yasi was stunned: "Which dream is Jiangnan?"

An Xiner replied slowly: "There seems to be only one Jiangnan in the entire Northeast China, which is the club run by General Pan."

"Northeast Shencheng, dream of Jiangnan!?"

Xing Yasi was shocked, stood up suddenly, walked quickly to the window, suddenly opened the curtains, and looked outside.

Through the tempered glass, Xing Yasi could clearly see Pan Dongdong and the other two behind him, looking at her with a surprised expression on her face, as if she didn't understand what she was doing at all.

After taking a deep breath, Xing Yasi looked down and looked down.

At this time, the sky was already bright. Looking down from here, with Xing Yasi's good vision, you can see the billboards in the door-head rooms on both sides of the street outside, such as "Shencheng Telecom" and "Shencheng UnionPay", etc.

Even the license plates of vehicles passing by the window start with the word "Shen".

"This is in Shencheng, how could it be in Shencheng?"

Xing Yasi was stunned for a long time before he lowered the curtains dejectedly, turned slowly to look at Pan Dongdong and others: "Where is Tang—Peng, where is he?"

After Xing Yasi asked this question, Pan Dongdong and others' faces changed drastically again, and they were even a little pale.

"Why, I said the wrong thing?"

Xing Yasi slowly walked to the mahjong table, looked at Pan Dongdong, and asked again: "Where is Tang Peng, where is he? I want to see him!"

Sighing softly, Pan Dongdong forced a smile and said, "Mr. Xing, it seems that you are really sick. Why don't we take you to the hospital?"

Xing Yasi shook her head suddenly and screamed in pain: "I'm not sick! Pan Dongdong, I'll ask you, Tang Peng, let him come to see me!"

Pan Dongdong did not answer, lowered his eyes, but Xiaoyue whispered: "Mr. Xing, Tang Peng, he has been dead for more than two months. Have you forgotten?"

"What, you, you said Tang Peng has been dead for more than two months!"

Xing Yasi's body trembled suddenly, and she staggered back a few steps, looking at Xiaoyue like a ghost, her mouth wide open.

But I want to laugh: What a joke?

Xiaoyue nodded with a sad face: "To be precise, it's been sixty-eight days, if we start from the day we see his body."

"Not a joke?"

Xing Yasi's head suddenly hurt, and she couldn't help but raise her hand and hug her head, moaning: "You, you're talking nonsense! I saw him in Jinghua last month. Last night, he was waiting for me in Xitang Garden Community to take revenge on me - how could he have been dead for more than two months!?"

"You saw him in Jinghua last month? What community did he wait for you in last night?"

Xiaoyue and others had all the faces of ghosts, and they said in unison: "How is this possible!"

Xing Yasi slowly walked to the sofa, sat on it weakly, held his head in his arms and looked at the floor, murmured: "Don't play anymore, okay, my head is about to explode."

"Don't say anything, I'll tell Mr. Xing. Xiaoyue, go pour a glass of boiling water for Mr. Xing. Xin'er, please prepare the car."

Pan Dongdong walked to Xing Yasi, sat next to her on the sofa, gently embraced her waist with his right hand, and said softly: "Mr. Xing, I know you may have a deep affection for Tang Peng. After all, he has saved you several times. After his death, it is normal that you cannot accept it mentally. But what I want to say is that people cannot be resurrected by death. Even if he has thousands of good things, they belong to the past - we actually miss him very much, but this can be paid tribute to him by celebrating him in front of his tomb..."

Without Pan Dongdong speaking, Xing Yasi suddenly looked up and stared at her with her eyes: "Where is Tang Peng's tomb??"

...

A black Audi sedan slowly stopped in the East Suburb Cemetery of Shencheng.

Xiaoyue, wearing a black suit, pushed the door from the driver's seat first and pulled the door open at the rear.

Xing Yasi, who looked confused, slowly walked out of the car and looked forward.

Pan Dongdong, who was also wearing a black suit, walked over and whispered, "Mr. Xing, please follow me."

Xing Yasi didn't say anything, and with An Xiner's support, he slowly walked towards the cemetery.

The atmosphere of the cemetery is quite heavy. In addition, the weather is not very good today, and it is early morning again, so there seems to be a layer of black veil floating in the air.

The cemetery may be the most crowded but most peaceful place in the world.

Here, you will never see a lady sitting in a chair splitting her legs, slapping her at you and saying that she can come once for fifty dollars, but there is no shortage of flowers here.

At least, in front of Tang Peng's tombstone, there were a few handfuls of flowers.

The flowers were brought by Xia Shuai and Hercules. It seems that they also knew that Xing Yasi was coming to visit the eldest son. He came here early to be considered a front-end station.

After seeing Xia Shuai and Hercules standing silently, Xing Yasi moved his lips, pushed An Xin'er's hand away, walked quickly to the tomb, and looked at it intently.

In the middle of the tombstone, there is a photo inlaid. The guy in the photo is very familiar to Xing Yasi. It is Tang Peng who she had been trying to win over a long time ago.

Below the photo is a line of characters, traditional Chinese: The tomb of the beloved son Tang Peng.

The date is marked below, which is exactly what Xiaoyue and the others said about Tang Peng's death. It has been more than two months since now.

There is no signature under the date. In fact, if you think about it, you will know that this is the tombstone erected by Tang Wenju and his wife.

While Xing Yasi was holding the tombstone with both hands and squatting down slowly, Pan Dongdong took out his cell phone and made a phone call, as if he was calling someone here.

Xing Yasi didn't care, but just stared at Tang Peng's photo: I, this is a hell!

It's been a long time, motionless.

Hu, Huhu—a gust of wind blew up Xing Yasi's hair, blocking her eyes, tears slid down her cheeks, murmured: "What's wrong, what's wrong, why did he die? I saw him last month, why did he die two months ago? Am I dreaming or are you lying to me!"

A white tissue was handed over by a nice little hand, and Pan Dongdong's voice sounded: "Mr. Xing, we didn't lie to you. Tang Peng has indeed passed away long ago and died in Iraq. I heard that he died peacefully. When the local police found him, he still had a smile on his face... You actually know what I said, because many of us went there at the beginning, and you comforted Uncle Tang and his wife, and ordered Alice to use the overseas relations of the Poly Group, so that he brought his body back from Iraq."

"Is that so? Is it? Why can't I remember anything? Why can't I remember anything??"

Xing Yasi didn't go to get the tissue, her legs fell to the ground, holding the tombstone with her left hand, and she burst into tears: "How can he die? I haven't really said to him, in fact, I care so much about him, I hope to be with him forever, abandon all conspiracies, and be with the trash of the Yan family! Just like ordinary people, living happily with him, let him love me, spoil me, make me bored, make me angry, and make me happy..."

"Oh, Mr. Xing, don't be too sad..."

As soon as Pan Dongdong said this, Xing Yasi suddenly grabbed her hand, looked up and said sternly: "Pan Dongdong, you are joining together to lie to me, right??"

Pan Dongdong was stunned: "Mr. Xing, what did you say?"

Xing Yasi sucked his nose hard and asked anxiously: "I ask you, do you know the Jinghua Yunxiao Pavilion Club?"

Pan Dongdong nodded and smiled relievedly, "Of course I know, because I will soon become the boss of Yunxiao Pavilion Club."

Xing Yasi was stunned and then sneered: "Do you know, you will become the boss immediately? Haha, then do you know whose industry Yunxiao Pavilion Club belongs to?"

Pan Dongdong squatted down, knelt on one knee on the ground, and nodded seriously: "Of course I know that it is the Yan family's property in the central China. Before I took over, the general manager of the club was called Hua. Don't look at her surname Hua, she is actually a child of the Yan family."
Chapter completed!