On the day Yan Huanhuan was discharged from the hospital, she welcomed a group of special guests.
"Little sister Huanhuan?"
Yan Huanhuan can already move, and her burned skin is still covered with gauze. She is currently checking out medicines with her parents who came all the way to pick her up.
She was surprised and happy to see Qin Man coming, "Sister?!"
Qin Man jumped in front of her and showed the carnation hidden behind her back, followed by a large group of people who came in, including Jiang Lian, Lai Mingjie, Chen Qi and Yang Yuhe.
"Here, this is for you. Congratulations on your discharge."
Yan Huanhuan was very happy to receive the flowers, "It's still pink."
Yan Huanhuan's parents asked in confusion, "Who are you?"
Yan Huanhuan: "Dad, Mom, they are the police."
Qin Man continued, "This is our captain, Jiang Lian." She pointed to the three people behind, "Lai Mingjie, Chen Qi, Yang Yuhe."
"Huanhuan, they were the ones who saved you that day."
Jiang Lian shook hands with Yan's father and Yan's mother politely. Upon hearing this, the simple Yan's father immediately prepared to kneel down and kowtow to express his gratitude. Jiang Lian grabbed his hands.
"Don't be like this, Dad Yan, this is what we should do."
Yan's father and Yan's mother were uneducated. They were wiping away tears and had only one thank you out of a thousand words, which they kept repeating.
Qin Man touched Yan Huanhuan's head.
"Xiao Huanhuan, what are your plans next?"
Yan Huanhuan: "I don't know either. I don't have a place to live in Xingjin, and I can't work now. Let's go back to my hometown first."
Qin Man said sincerely, "If you don't mind, you can come and live with me, and I will help you find a doctor. The burned skin cannot be cured at once, so just take your time and it will always be cured."
Yan Huanhuan: "No, sister, I know you mean well. I'm lucky to meet you. The hotel has also come to see me. They will be responsible for my follow-up treatment, so sister, you don't have to worry, I'm here alone."
It’s not interesting to be Xingjinpiao. My parents are also worried if something like this happens, so they might as well go back and live there for a while.”
Yan Huanhuan has said this, and Qin Man can no longer insist on it.
"Okay, then if you need any help or want to come to Xingjin again, just come to me."
Yan Huanhuan nodded with tears in her eyes.
The group of people walked out of the ward, with Qin Man at the end, thinking deeply and walking slowly and slowly, facing Jiang Lian in front of him.
"Captain Jiang."
Jiang Lian stopped and looked back, "What's wrong?"
Qin Man: "I would like to take half a day off."
Jiang Lian acted in a business-like manner and did not ask anything in detail.
"Need a car?"
Qin Man walked between them and said, "No need." He walked straight through.
Yang Yuhe looked at her leaving figure, "She seems to have something on her mind."
None of them knew why Qin Man was troubled. Only Jiang Lian knew that he had listened to the wrong recording word for word, and he knew the old stories that were more important to her.
Yan Huanhuan declined her kindness. Even compensation for her unfulfilled promise could not be compensated.
She needs to digest it on her own.
"Let her go, let's go back to the station."
After Qin Man left the hospital, she took a bus to a place. After sitting there for a full hour, she suspected that it was a bus from Chuxingjin.
"We've arrived at Wangxianyuan Station. Passengers please bring your belongings and get off the bus in an orderly manner."
The bus announcement sounded. She checked the stop sign and jumped off the bus. On the majestic Chinese cemetery-style building in front of her, there were three large characters carved on a stone tablet.
Wangxian Garden.
This is a commercial graveyard in the city.
The salesman standing at the door saw someone coming and immediately went to greet him.
"Ma'am, are you here to buy a place for the tomb?"
Now is not the grave-sweeping season, the visitor is in a peaceful mood, there is only one person, and it doesn't look like someone coming to mourn a recent death in the family.
That's why I'm here to buy a tomb.
Qin Man took the flyer in his hand, glanced at it briefly, and then his eyes widened.
"200,000 per square meter?! Aren't you afraid of ghosts going to the underworld to report you for robbery?"
The salesman was so embarrassed that he changed the subject, "This is a high-end, single-family house, surrounded by greenery, and it also includes a special tomb-sweeping package every month, so it is a bit more expensive. Look at the back, there are cheap ones, like this one, 100,000
One per square meter, one per square meter, and now you can get a 20% discount on activities, and you will also receive an entrance gift when you first enter the park.”
Qin Man looked at the dazzling propaganda on the flyer and asked, "How long will it take to make it?"
Salesman: "We have craftsmen and materials. As long as you place an order, all the tombstones can be made within an hour."
Qin Man took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, "I want three, how much discount can I get?"
The sales guy rubbed his hands and said, "We are here for publicity and we don't make any money. Look at how expensive the land is now. With a 20% discount, it's 80,000 yuan each. It's already a discounted price."
Qin Man looked at him faintly, with a penetrating look in his eyes, as if he would start tearing her apart if he continued to talk nonsense.
Salesman: "Sister, let's do this. We are destined to be together. I'll give you the lowest price I can, 29% off, which is a full discount of 3,000."
Qin Man slapped the flyer on his chest, then turned his head to light a cigarette, "Buy two, get one free, 200,000, three."
The salesman was petrified on the spot. Is this toilet paper on sale? Buy two, get one free. I have never seen such a bargain.
Qin Man swiped his card gracefully, almost forcing the salesman to sign a selling contract that would cost him his power and humiliate the country, and then urged him to carve out the tombstone.
"Then you have to tell me the basic information, otherwise I won't be able to engrave it."
Qin Man: "Give me the pen and paper."
Soon, two decent names were written on the paper.
Lin Xiaolu, Li Xiao.
Seeing that there were only two names, the salesperson said awkwardly, "This... it's okay if there is no introduction and inscription, but no dates of birth and death?"
Qin Man said calmly, "No."
Lin Xiaolu was the girl who committed suicide. She didn't know when she was born, and she couldn't remember her death either.
As for Li Xiao, she didn't want to associate his name with that time before getting the exact information.
The sales guy said, "What about another piece?"
Qin Man's face expressed, "Let's leave it empty for now."
The sales boy had already sensed her gloomy and terrifying aura, and ran away to have the craftsmen carve it on site.
Qin Man smoked silently in the lounge and waited quietly for the completion.
After an hour like this, the sales guy came holding two bouquets of sunflowers.
"The craftsmen have already carved it. Would you like to come with me to take a look? Come on, this is the entrance ceremony."
Qin Man was quite satisfied with this entrance ceremony, "Sunflower? It's not a chrysanthemum."
Salesman: "This is the characteristic of our Wangxian Garden. We hope that every guest who stays will face the sunshine and will not be trapped by the haze, whether before life or after death."
The sales boy smiled rarely when he saw this fierce customer, and all the terrible misunderstandings seemed to disappear.
This customer who looked fierce and cold must have something heavier in her heart than the loss of a loved one.
Qin Man followed the salesman to the inside of the cemetery and saw the newly carved stone tablet. On the one-meter-high marble block, the names of two people were engraved in regular script. Except for the signing date in the lower right corner, there was nothing else.
No photo, no introduction, just a name.
"Look, do you have any other requests?"
Qin Man thought this was good, "No, that's good, thank you."
The salesman took courage and asked, "Didn't you bring your ashes?"
Qin Man said calmly, "They don't have ashes."
"Then who are they to you?"
Qin Man looked at the names on the two tombstones.
"Those who live and die together."
As the sun sets, the shadows of the tombstones are stretched out. In front of the simple tombstones, there are bouquets of sunflowers, their orange petals shaking in the wind.
The shaken petals rolled and fell to an unmarked monument on the side.
That was the destination Qin Man prepared for himself. This chapter has been completed!