Shihai City held a memorial service for Tong Yue, choosing it in Hall 3 of the most expensive funeral home. Every corner of the lobby was covered with peonies, Tong Yue’s favorite flowers during her lifetime, and in the center stood an ebony ashes with gold trim.
The urn was embedded with a photo of Tong Yue, and the photo frame was studded with diamonds. This memorial service was expensive and was organized by Shihai City in a luxurious and grand manner. There were not a few people who came to attend the memorial service, and Tong Yue was
The female entrepreneur, who has appeared in the news several times, had many followers during her lifetime, and even more so after her death.
As an in-depth partner of Chuangmei Company, Wanheng Group cannot be absent. Although Zhou Lingjun did not attend in person, he sent his close secretary and the successor he claimed to be training, which was enough to express his sincerity.
Half an hour before the memorial service officially started, the guests had already arrived one after another, and were taken one by one to the lounge next to the auditorium by the staff. Zhou Song followed Liang Xie, this was a task that he could not refuse. Just now
Outside the door, the receptionist gave each of the guests a white corsage. The stem of his flower was cut off by himself and he could no longer wear it. Liang Xie went out to find a new one for him, but he didn't come back for a long time.
He was tripped up by an acquaintance.
Zhou Song was bored with waiting and looked around. The lounge was almost full. People were standing or standing in small groups, chatting quietly. He was still holding the corsage with the stem cut off and wanted to throw it into the trash.
Among the barrels, he only saw a trash can by the window. He stood up and walked over, throwing away the corsage. When he turned around, he saw a woman sitting on a single sofa a few steps away; judging from her appearance, this woman was still young.
, wearing a black dress and a black round hat, with a black gauze hanging from the brim, covering half of her face shadowily, and wearing a pair of black sunglasses. She crossed her legs elegantly, sat on the sofa and looked out the window
, carrying a small handbag in his arm.
Ten minutes ago, when Zhou Song stepped into this lounge, he saw her sitting by the window, maintaining this posture. Ten minutes passed, and she didn't move at all.
The woman noticed that someone was looking at her. She turned her head slightly and looked at Zhou Song for a moment with her dark sunglasses on her face. Then she got up and walked out. When she passed Zhou Song, a five or six-year-old kid ran over from outside.
Boy, the boy bumped into the woman. The woman staggered a few steps, her handbag fell to the ground, and a wallet fell out and landed at Zhou Song's feet.
Zhou Song bent down to pick up the wallet, and inevitably saw two bank cards and an ID card in the wallet, so he learned the woman's name. Her name was Dou Qing, who was born in 1985 and is now 35 years old.
He returned the wallet to Dou Qing. Dou Qing first tucked her hair behind her ears, took the wallet and pursed her lips with a smile: "Thank you."
The boy's mother asked the boy to apologize to Dou Qing. Dou Qing smiled and said "It's okay" and left the lounge. She passed by Liang Xie, and Liang Xie finally got the new corsage back and left.
When he arrived in front of Zhou Song, he put the corsage on Zhou Song's chest and said, "It's about to start. Let's wait outside."
The memorial service started on time. The emcee took the microphone and read the obituary with a sad look on his face. The lobby was filled with people standing in a sparse and orderly manner. Liang Xie led Zhou Song to an inconspicuous position. Zhou Song followed the crowd and stood in awe, lowering his hands. From time to time, he could hear people in the crowd.
There was a slight sob. He suddenly remembered the woman named Dou Qing he had just met, so he quietly searched among the crowd and found Dou Qing behind the wreath in the corner at the back. Dou Qing's location was very remote and was surrounded by
The wreath was blocking the way, and if you didn't look carefully, it would be hard to spot someone standing there. She folded her hands in front of her, but did not lower her head to express grief and condolences like the others. Instead, she looked straight ahead, with a straight posture.
Straight.
Zhou Song originally thought she was looking at the urn placed in the center of the auditorium, but soon discovered that what she was looking at was not Tong Yue's urn, but Tong Yue's husband Shi Haicheng... Shi Haicheng stood to the right of the emcee, bowing his head in silence,
Tears streaming down my face.
The emcee finished reading the obituary, and the next part was Shi Haicheng's speech. Shi Haicheng took the microphone from the emcee's hand, took out the written draft from his suit pocket, thanked the guests who attended the memorial service today, and then spoke of his love for his beloved wife uncontrollably.
of remembrance.
After Zhou Song listened for a few words, he became more and more bored, and his eyes sneaked to the back, only to find that there was no one behind the wreath, and Dou Qing had disappeared. He wanted to look for Dou Qing to see if Dou Qing was gone, but as soon as his neck
After twisting, Liang Xie patted the back of his hand and whispered: "Don't move."
The last part of the memorial service was for the guests to lay flowers in turn. Zhou Song placed the white rose in his hand in front of Tong Yuefa's urn, briefly looked at Tong Yue's photo, and then walked out of the hall. The lengthy memorial service had already worn away his patience.
When he was done, he sat alone on a bench by the bushes, unbuttoned his meticulously fastened suit, then took out his lighter and cigarette case and lit a cigarette.
When he was about to finish smoking a cigarette, Liang Xiao came out of Hall No. 3, waved to him and said, "Let's go."
The two drove to the parking lot and turned around to return to the city.
Liang Xie drove, and Zhou Song sat in the back seat. As soon as Zhou Song got in the car, he took off his suit jacket and tie: "Today seems to be the first time I have attended someone else's memorial service."
Liang Xie: "What do you think?"
Zhou Song: "Boring."
Liang Xie: “This is not called boring, it’s called serious.”
Zhou Song: “Why must memorial services and funerals be held so seriously?”
Liang Xie: "What do you think?"
Zhou Song: "When I die, I will hold a funeral in a nightclub and ask everyone to dance in front of my soul."
What he said was ridiculous, and he thought Liang Xie would definitely teach him a lesson, but Liang Xie was just silent for a moment, and then smiled: "It's quite interesting."
On the way back to the city, Liang Xie stopped talking and looked worried. He didn't hear Zhou Song ask him to stop the car. Zhou Song patted the back of the driver's seat and said, "Brother A Xie."
Liang Xie: "Huh?"
Zhou Song: "Stop the car, I've said it several times."
Unknowingly, he had returned to the city center. Liang Jie stopped the car by the side of the road and asked him first without hurrying to unlock the door: "Where are you going?"
Zhou Song grabbed the door handle and was ready to get out of the car at any time: "Didn't we agree that if I promise to go to the memorial service, you will give me a day off? If you dare to say something that doesn't count, I will resign and leave."
Liang Xie: "I asked you where to go, and you can leave after you tell me."
Zhou Song: "I'm going to meet a friend, but you don't know him."
Liang Xie unlocked the car and warned: "Go home early in the evening and go to work on time tomorrow."
Zhou Song waved his hand and crossed the sidewalk to the other side of the street. After walking through a pedestrian street, he turned a corner and saw the Shanda Car Wash on the corner. He stood outside the store and looked in. There was an Audi parked in the washroom, and two people wearing
The man in waterproof overalls was spraying water on the Audi with a water gun. He didn't recognize the one with yellow hair. The other one with a towel on his shoulders was Qin Xiao.
The sound of the water gun spraying was very noisy. Zhou Song called out Qin Xiao's name, but was suppressed by the sound of water. Qin Xiao concentrated on his work and did not notice him. It was the young man with yellow hair who was washing the car with Qin Xiao who discovered him.
Looking at Zhou Song who was standing outside the store, Zhou Song quickly pointed at Qin Xiao. The yellow-haired man swiped Qin Xiao's legs with a water gun, then raised his chin towards the door.
When Qin Xiao saw Zhou Song, he turned off the water gun and shouted, "Wait for me for five minutes!"
Zhou Song didn't want to shout at the top of his voice, so he just nodded.
Qin Xiao sped up his movements, turned on the water cannon to clean the car body, then took off his work clothes and soaked top, and ran out shirtless with a clean short-sleeved shirt. He arrived before anyone arrived and said, "Why didn't you come before you came?"
Call me."
He had no clothes on his upper body, and his bronzed skin was stained with water and glistened in the sun. What was even more eye-catching was the strong muscles on his body, especially his neat six-pack abs.
Zhou Song said: "I called you, but you didn't answer. Put on your clothes first."
Qin Xiao quickly put on his short sleeves and took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket. Sure enough, there was a missed call: "It's true. Maybe it was because the water was too loud and I didn't hear it. You wait here, I'll drive ahead."
Qin Xiao ran away like the wind, and came back in a white Ruitu after a while. Zhou Song, who was familiar with the car, sat in the passenger seat and put on his seat belt: "You always drive your friend's car, does your friend have any objections?"
Qin Xiao said: "He lost to me at cards two days ago. He can lend me the car to drive for a week. I can just fill up the gas tank when he returns it."
Zhou Song smiled and said: "I can't tell, you are still a gambling god."
Qin Xiao smiled and said: "Yes, I hid it very deeply!"
Today is the day when they send Shao Dongcheng to the nursing home. After this period of treatment in the hospital, Shao Dongcheng's leg is almost healed. Zhou Song contacted the nursing home in advance and made an agreement with the hospital to send him there today. Qin Xiao prepared
I got the wheelchair, but I didn't move the wheelchair to the ward. I just put Shao Dongcheng on my back, carried it all the way to the car, and then drove straight to the Blue Sky Nursing Home in the eastern suburbs of the city.
Parking the car in the open-air parking lot inside the sanatorium, Qin Xiao took out the wheelchair from the trunk, carried Shao Dongcheng into the wheelchair, and then pushed the wheelchair and Zhou Song on the fragrant dark path between the banks. The Blue Sky Sanatorium is known for its good environment.
, it is somewhat famous in Yucheng for its high medical facilities. Looking around, there are white domed buildings scattered among the green tree gardens and artificial lakes, like a high-end villa area.
Qin Xiao clicked his tongue: "Isn't this place expensive?"
Zhou Songdao: "It's more expensive than ordinary nursing homes."
After finding the general department building, a plump young woman wearing a pink nurse uniform received them. The woman was the head nurse and was responsible for Shao Dongcheng's pre-admission physical examination and a series of procedures. It was very troublesome to do a complete physical examination, and it was very tiring.
There is still a queue for current projects. This nursing home not only accepts elderly people with limited mobility, but also patients with other chronic diseases, both the elderly and young people.
There was a strong smell of disinfectant in the department where the examination was performed. The smell of disinfectant made Zhou Song itchy at the root of his nose. Shao Dongcheng vomited on the floor again after the gastroscopy. The smell filled the corridor. He covered his nose and turned around.
, his face turned pale, and he suddenly felt like vomiting.
Qin Xiao quickly called the cleaning staff to clean up the filth on the floor. Seeing that Zhou Song's face was really ugly, he said: "You go out and get some fresh air. I will take the uncle to do the remaining projects."
Zhou Song felt really sick in his stomach and was so uncomfortable that he broke into a sweat. He said to Qin Xiao, "Then I'll wait for you outside."
Qin Xiao: "Okay, okay, get out quickly."
Zhou Song went downstairs and bought a bottle of water from the vending machine in the lobby on the first floor. After walking out of the complex, he took a few deep breaths and drank half a bottle of water to suppress the nausea. He looked around and saw
There was a long pavilion built in front of the rockery fountain, so I went to enjoy the cool air in the pavilion.
He took out his mobile phone and told Qin Xiao that he was in the pavilion by the fountain. After sending the message, he put the mobile phone down and saw a teenage boy pushing a wheelchair towards him. Sitting on the wheelchair was a man wearing a t-shirt.
A woman in a white hospital gown with a pale complexion and a thin figure. The boy wanted to enter the pavilion, but when he saw someone in the pavilion, he had a hesitant expression on his face. However, the sun was hot, so he still pushed his wheelchair and walked slowly.
He kept a distance from Zhou Song, pushed his wheelchair to the stone table in the pavilion, and sat down on a stone bench. He carried a satchel with him, and he took out a water bottle from the bag and put the straw on the mouth of the bottle.
Put it to the woman's mouth and say: "Auntie, drink some water."
The expression on the woman's face was dull, her eyes were looking blankly in the direction of the fountain, and she turned her head to avoid the straw. The boy handed the straw over again and said louder, "Drink some water, just drink a little."
The woman seemed to understand and took a few sips of water through the straw.
The boy put the water bottle on the stone table and massaged the woman's thigh muscles through a thin blanket covering her legs. But the woman's right leg was hollow below the knee, and she seemed to have only one left leg.
The woman must be in her thirties, and the boy looks about sixteen or seventeen years old. The boy is tall and thin, handsome and fair, wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, and has two fresh bruises on his right elbow and knee.
Injury. The boy is taciturn and silent, looking very worried. He is not as lively and energetic as he should be at his age.
Zhou Song kept a distance from them and ignored each other. When he had nothing to do, he picked up his mobile phone and read the news in the work group. After reading two pages, he lost his patience. When he looked up, he saw a man wearing a printed T-shirt, a floral hat and sunglasses.
, a young man with a smooth walk came over from the other side of the pavilion. He sat diagonally opposite Zhou Song with a colorful hat, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and kept playing a noisy short video.
Zhou Song originally planned to ignore the man in the flower hat, but the volume played by the man in the flower hat became louder and louder, which made people's ears hurt. Zhou Song didn't want to tolerate him, and was about to remind him to put on his headphones, but saw him turn the back of the phone to him.
The camera on the back is exposed, and the two eyes are squinting at the screen of the mobile phone, obviously taking a secret photo.
Zhou Song was often secretly photographed. Most of those who secretly photographed him knew his identity and took photos of him out of curiosity. This is how Qin Xiao said those photos of him circulating on the Internet came about. He saw the man in the flower hat secretly photographing himself.
, Zhou Song immediately stood up and walked over, grabbing his phone.
The man with the flower hat was suddenly snatched away from his cell phone, and he jumped up: "What are you doing!"
Zhou Song just pressed the power button and the phone screen was locked. He needed to enter the screen lock password, so he asked: "What's the phone password?"
The man with the flower hat wanted to snatch his mobile phone back: "Are you sick? Give me your mobile phone back!"
Qin Xiao took Shao Dongcheng to complete the physical examination and pushed Shao Dongcheng out to get some air. As soon as he walked into the pavilion, he saw Zhou Song pushing and shoving a strange man. Without saying a word, he ran over and pushed the man with the flower hat away.
The man in the hat fell down on the chair.
Qin Xiao stood in front of Zhou Song like a god of killing, and asked Zhou Song: "He bullied you?"
Seeing Qin Xiao's strong figure, the man with the flower hat was frightened and shouted: "Who is bullying whom? He grabbed my phone!"
Zhou Song handed the phone to Qin Xiao and said, "He secretly photographed me and asked him to delete the photos."
Man with flower hat: "The one I photographed is not you!"
Qin Xiao threw the phone into his arms: "Stop fucking nonsense and delete it quickly!"
The man with the flower hat reluctantly unlocked the screen and showed them the photo he just took: "Look clearly, it's not you!"
He was indeed not filming Zhou Song, but the woman in a wheelchair behind Zhou Song. What he was filming was still a video.
Qin Xiao saw the protagonist in the video on the other side of the pavilion and asked the man in the flower hat: "Do you know them?"
Man with flower hat: “I don’t know him, I didn’t take a picture of him anyway!”
Qin Xiao slapped him in the face with his cell phone: "Is it okay for you to secretly take pictures? Why are you taking pictures of girls? If you don't explain clearly, I will send you to the police station."
The man with the flower hat hesitated and refused to say anything. Qin Xiao picked him up and took him to the police station. Then he said: "That woman is Wen Yushan. Posting it online will get traffic!"
Qin Xiao was confused: "Who?"
Man with flower hat: "Wen Yushan, a survivor of a murder case more than ten years ago, the boy next to her is her nephew Wenbo."
Qin Xiao still didn't understand: "What survivor?"
Man with a flower hat: "It was a serial murder case more than ten years ago. What was the murderer's name? Oh, I remembered, Chi Chenguang! She was a survivor who was rescued by the police from Chi Chenguang!"
Qin Xiao was stunned and relaxed his grip. The man in the flower hat took the opportunity to run away, but Wen Yushan's nephew Wenbo stopped him before he could take two steps. Wenbo said angrily: "Delete my aunt's photos!"
The flower-hatted man deleted the photos and videos in front of him and ran away.
Wenbo pushed Wen Yushan's wheelchair and wanted to leave the pavilion, but the exit was blocked by Shao Dongcheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair. He turned back to look at Zhou Song coldly and said: "Please get out of the way."
Zhou Song walked over to push Shao Dongcheng's wheelchair, only to find that Shao Dongcheng was staring closely at Wen Yushan, his always gray eyes were bright, his lips trembled slightly, and there was drool at the corner of his mouth - he suddenly became excited
I had to tremble all over.
At this moment, Zhou Song once again saw the ashes glowing in Shao Dongcheng's eyes when he saw the goat mask - Shao Dongcheng looked at Wen Yushan as if he saw the goat mask stained with blood.