Take a day off...

For Yun Yun’s birthday, I originally wrote some extras, but I couldn’t finish writing less than 2,000 words...

After thinking about it, I won’t post it today. I’ll post the extras and the main text together tomorrow when I finish them.

The following is for full attendance. If you want to see it, you can see it. If you don’t want to see it, I will change it tomorrow.

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At night when the stars disappeared and the moon disappeared, a thick haze enveloped the sky.

If we were in the center of the capital, even in this kind of weather, the light from the ground would be reflected in the sky, making the clouds look gray.

But why does the sky here seem to be painted with black paint? It's obviously not that far from the capital.

This may be in response to Zhou Yi's mental landscape.

It was dark and uneasy, with no way forward in sight.

Isn't it because this mental factor interferes with vision that the sky looks extra dark? If so, as long as you pay more attention, you should be able to see rolling dark clouds from here.

Zhou Yi stared at it for a long time. Not only did he not see anything, his eyes were sore.

That's stupid, give up.

Having said that, his heart has been in a mess tonight and he can't calm down.

What does this feel like?

Different from nervousness, reptilian-like things are restless in his chest. It seems that if he opens his mouth, they will flow into the night. But if he holds it in for too long, it will eat him from the inside.

It was just after two o'clock in the night, and the residential area was completely silent, without any movement.

Several residential buildings stood side by side, with only one or two lights in the windows, and most of the others were turned off. The cold winter wind that blew through the buildings made Zhou Yi's ears hurt.

In front of him was the gathering place for the residents of the community. The cheap pale light of the mercury lamp illuminated this high-ceilinged bungalow.

A few days ago, he heard that the funeral venue was here, but now the front desk has been removed and there is no place to identify it from the outside.

Will there be a black and white striped curtain hanging here during the day?

Red is used for happy events, black and white is used for funerals, and the same pattern is used repeatedly. It is really a straightforward contrast.

Zhou Yi always thought it was funny to do this, but he had never heard anyone say that. He must be too weird.

After taking a few deep breaths, the cold winter wind poured into his chest, calming him down a little.

"Now is not the time to be dazed in the cold wind."

This will only increase the possibility of being seen and lead to danger.

Thinking of his goal, he must act immediately.

Next, he had to bring out the protagonist of this funeral in a very short period of time without disturbing anyone.

After taking another deep breath, in order to prevent the hair from falling out and leaving traces, he pulled down the knitted hat on his head again and buckled it tightly on his head. Then, wearing gloves, he slowly opened the cheap door.

If the door was locked, Zhou Yi would have to go around to the back of the house. If he couldn't get in from the back, the worst he could do was break the window and force his way in.

He was mentally prepared, but the door opened easily. This carelessness made him suspicious. Could it be that there was someone inside?

Zhou Yi carefully put her head in, and the warm fragrance hit her face.

The air was mixed with the smell of fireworks and chrysanthemums. There was no doubt that it was the smell of a funeral.

Zhou Yi happened to smell the same smell not long ago, and her nose remembers it very clearly. If there are many people, you can still smell the smell of sanitary balls. Although it is annoying, it is a very nostalgic and reassuring smell. The one I borrowed at that time was official

The funeral parlor, this time in a venue like this, must still have a cost issue.

The heating was still working, so maybe there was someone there. He watched for a long time and found no movement. He couldn't hear a breath. There were no shoes in the entrance...

In fact, there is no one there, just some lingering atmosphere that someone has been there.

Understanding this, it would be dangerous to stay here any longer. Zhou Yi hurriedly got in, quietly closed the door, and took off his shoes. The funeral venue seemed to be inside the partition on the left.

Zhou Yi was wary of making any noise, so she opened the partition a little and peeked inside.

Sure enough, there was no one here either.

There was silence in the room, and the sound of swallowing saliva in the throat sounded extremely loud.

Push open the partition and step into the straw mat room. The front wall is covered with funny black and white curtains. On the left hand side is a window without curtains. The mercury light shining in from it illuminates the altar placed on the right hand side, making the natural wood

The finished altar gave off a vague light. It was already so bright, it seemed that the prepared light stone was of no use.

Just in case, Zhou Yi checked the four corners of the ceiling again, and sure enough, there was nothing set up to take pictures.

Oh, that's not necessary.

There were no valuables in the room, and the old straw mats were still covered in fluff.

This room is probably where the residents of the community usually discuss matters. Talking about the recent sloppy garbage sorting, and bad words about the residents who did not come to the meeting are definitely topics of this type.

The altar is very simple, with pure white chrysanthemums planted on the left and right sides. Against the backdrop of darkness and silence, the fragrance of the flowers is even stronger.

Zhou Yi raised her head and looked at the portrait hanging at the highest point in the center. She was smiling in the black frame.

The posthumous photo was probably taken when she graduated from college. She was wearing an old school uniform and had no makeup on her face. Her hair was also tied up in a rustic style.

No matter how you put it, it's too ugly.

If she is well dressed and has her hair neatly arranged, she is obviously very attractive. Her face looks a bit swollen, maybe she overslept on the morning of the photo shoot.

So I guess the reason why I tied it up like that is to hide my hair from being messed up while sleeping.

This guy is confused sometimes, and as a result, he always loses his composure on important occasions.

Now, whenever people who came to say goodbye today think of her, this strangely ugly face will appear in their minds.

It's true that she has her own style. It's really outrageous. Let's just say she was confused. Why did she suddenly die from the very beginning?

Zhou Yi took back his mind, fearing that he would return to the dark days of a few days ago if he thought about it any more.

Below the portrait stands a tablet with a few lines of very small words written on it.

He had always been curious about what other people would say about the deceased, but it was too dark to see what was written. And next, the brown box in front of him was undoubtedly the coffin where the body was placed.

She must be sleeping inside.

He stroked the surface of the coffin with his palms, and the rough touch of the coffin covering came through his gloves. Instantly, he felt an inexplicable chill on his back.

Zhou Yi's goal is to open the coffin lid and take her away.

Thinking of this, the sudden nervousness made his whole body stiff. He took a deep breath, muttered a few words in his mind, shook himself up, and started to take action.

First, the memorial platform in front of the coffin must be moved to a place out of the way.

He originally planned to move it with the incense burner and candlestick placed on it, but he was afraid that he would be too nervous and knock over the things, which would make more noise.

Even if you spend more time here, you should choose a more reliable method.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Yi knelt on the straw mat and moved the items placed on it to the corner of the room one by one.

The thing didn't weigh much, but his hands kept trembling and his throat was very thirsty.

He had no sense of reality just now, but in the blink of an eye he became nervous.

Excessive tension and anxiety can lead to extremely low attention and concentration. As he moves, he worries about whether he has made any unexpected mistakes.

After making sure for countless times that there was nothing easily knocked over around him, Zhou Yi finally put his hand on the coffin lid. The unreasonable fear of sacrificing a sacred object surged in his heart, and he hesitated for a moment.

It seems that I still have some faith in ghosts and gods.

Zhou Yi forced his face to smile bitterly, and grasped the corners of the lid again with both hands. He slowly lifted the lid of the coffin, and when he moved it to the side, the lid rubbed against the coffin, making an unexpected loud noise.

There was silence before, and the loud noise shook the walls and ceiling, frightening him. However, he did not stop, just opened the coffin lid, and successfully placed the coffin lid on the straw mat without making a sound.

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The person in the coffin showed his face.

The light coming through the window was very weak, and there was a rich darkness lingering in the coffin, but her pure white clothes and skin still vaguely outlined her outline.

At this moment, he was finally able to confirm with his own eyes that the person lying there was undoubtedly Gong Yangkui.

The reason why Zhou Yi felt that there was an indescribable difference from the impression he had during his lifetime was not only because it was a relic, but also because of the makeup.

After all, makeup done by professionals is different.

Different from usual, she looked rational and somewhat mature. Her appearance was still outstanding no matter where she was placed, but why did the photo look like this? It would be great if we could take a photo of her beautiful side.

ah.

After realizing that this was Kui, Zhou Yi's mood became stupidly heavy again.

He knew it very well in his heart, but he didn't expect that actually seeing a corpse would produce such an emotion. No matter how he thought about it, it should be a mental problem, but what he really felt was a suffocating feeling like being in a place with thin oxygen.

Human feelings are incredible, maybe?

It's been about two weeks since we last met, and I didn't expect to meet again in this form.

Isn’t this true for everyone?

After parting as usual, I must have thought that we could meet again as always. However, Zhou Yi knew very well that this was just wishful thinking.
To be continued...