The cell phone on the bed kept ringing over and over again. Xiaotian finally couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the phone and shouted over there: "I don't want to see you, I don't want to talk to you, I will never forgive you in this life."
The other side was stunned for a moment, but soon, a strange voice came mechanically: "Is this Miss Leng Xiaotian?"
Xiaotian was also stunned. He didn't understand why Pingzhi's cell phone was used, but he was not the one making the call.
"It's...me." The slender fingers unconsciously held the phone tighter: "Who are you?"
After confirming his identity, he said politely: "I am a staff member of the funeral home..."
funeral parlor?
These three unfamiliar words, which seemed to be uncommon in books, suddenly hit her ears so hard that she didn't even react for a moment.
"The body I was dealing with had some relics, and I didn't know who to give it to, so I had to call you because you were the record of his last call..."
Xiaotian's head seemed to be filled with countless bees, buzzing densely.
Corpse? Relic?
What is he talking about?
She fell down when she went downstairs, but luckily it was a carpet, and her arm was only bruised.
Liu's mother was still cleaning in the living room. She knocked over Liu's bucket. The bucket rolled far away and water spilled all over the floor. Several servants rushed over to help.
She just stumbled out and ran out, then drove her car and rushed out of the gate.
Qiu Mo caught up from behind and saw only a puff of smoke coming out of the car. Carter followed behind her, barking.
"Young lady, what happened?" A bodyguard rushed over and asked.
"Take two people to catch up with Miss Biao and protect her from getting into trouble." Qiu Mo ordered him while calling Leng Xiao. Xiaotian ran out in such a hurry. It seemed that she probably knew that something had happened to Ping Zhi.
I don’t know if today’s feng shui is bad. When Xiaotian walked to the funeral parlor, he met many relatives of the deceased who came to be cremated. Each of them had a sad expression. Some of them were crying and miserable and needed help from others.
To be able to walk.
She walked through these people, her face as stiff as stone.
"Are you Miss Leng Xiaotian?" In the dressing room, a staff member in white clothes came over and said.
She didn't even have the courage to answer yes.
"Please come with me, I will give these things to you." Her soles felt like she was stepping on cotton, and she followed the staff as she walked in numbly.
There was a person lying quietly on the snow-white sheets. If it weren't for the blinding white light, looking from here, he seemed to be asleep.
She couldn't move another half step forward. Her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. She suddenly wanted to turn around and run away. No, none of this was real. It was a dream. It must be a dream.
"The deceased was brought by a gentleman. He gave us a sum of money and then told us to cremate the body and send the ashes to Nanshan Cemetery in this city." The staff had long been used to this kind of separation between life and death.
Xiaotian's reaction was also normal. He held a small box and said: "Here is a mobile phone, a wallet, and a necklace, which were left by the deceased..."
Xiaotian didn't seem to hear his words, and just looked blankly at the bed far away in front of him.
The staff said impatiently: "Miss, if you don't want to see it, we will arrange the cremation process soon."
Cremated?
Turn into ashes?
No!
Xiaotian rushed over, as if all her strength had been drained from her body, she knelt down in front of the bed and held up the cold body with her hands.
Apart from his pale face, he really seemed to be asleep, motionless and exceptionally peaceful.
He was still as handsome as she remembered, with thick eyebrows and thin lips.
Are his eyes still the same blue? Like the color of the sea.
"Pingzhi..." She found his hand, and the cold feeling on his skin deeply hurt her heart, "Pingzhi, wake up, Pingzhi... Pingzhi, why don't you speak?
?I’m Xiaotian, let’s go home, okay? Look how cold and noisy it is here, you must not be used to it... I’ll take you away now, I’ll take you away.”
The person on the bed pressed his purple lips tightly and showed no reaction at all.
His eyes would never open again, and that dreamy blue would disappear from her life, just like his own, turning into ashes and turning into a star in the sky.
He would not respond to her cry; he could not feel her heartbreak.
He no longer has any thoughts, and Pingzhi is just a corpse now.
The warmth of her hands could not warm his already cold body, just like their love, which was doomed to despair from the beginning.
She held his hand and burst into tears. She had never shed so many tears in her life. The tears fell on the back of his hand drop by drop like pearls. At this time, she was imagining the scene on TV.
, a miracle will happen, he will suddenly wake up.
"Pingzhi, you lied to me. You said you would come back and take me away. You lied to me. Why did you lie to me?" She cried and shouted in a hoarse voice.
The staff seemed to be impatient with waiting. Just as he was about to go over and pull her away, he suddenly felt a chill coming from behind. The temperature in the air suddenly dropped a few degrees. He turned around and saw a man wearing dark sunglasses.
The handsome man stood behind him. Although his eyes could not be seen, he pursed his thin lips slightly and raised the sharp corners of his mouth slightly. He could already read his dissatisfaction.
The staff nodded quickly and stepped out knowingly.
People who deal with corpses every day are already brave enough, but when they see this man, he will be unnaturally afraid, even if he doesn't say a word at all.
Xiaotian cried for a while, until a pair of strong hands held her shoulders from behind, and her crying became even louder.
"People can't be resurrected after death. I feel sad and accept the change." He searched his guts, but he couldn't think of any words of comfort. This was the first time that he saw Xiaotian crying so sadly. The tears were corroding his heart like sulfuric acid.
, very painful and sad.
"I don't want to burn him casually like this. Brother Xiao, can you help him arrange a grand funeral?"
Leng Xiao agreed without thinking: "Okay."
The funeral was handled by Wen Shang, and the level of luxury could be imagined. However, only Leng Xiao and Xiao Tian attended the funeral.
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Update completed! In case someone smashes the glass of Myna’s house, it has been thickened. If you want to smash the glass, please bring an atomic bomb.