Wen Hesi said he was on vacation, but in fact he had an appointment with a new client the next day and plunged right into work. He was so busy that he even remembered to call to remind people to eat.
It was the Grain Full Festival that day, and it was raining heavily outside. Pedestrians used their hands to shield their heads from the rain and ran to the nearby rooftops that were tilted outwards.
Shi Yu changed his clothes, took out his folding umbrella and went out.
There were people standing outside the electronic glass door downstairs. A little girl was holding a boy who was a head shorter than her, shoulder to shoulder, to avoid the rain. In her hand was a half-licked milk popsicle.
Adults generally don't let children carry magnetic cards with them.
The little girl was licking the popsicle until there was a circle of white cream on the edge of her lips. She heard the door lock behind her being opened. She turned around and was about to go forward, but she saw the face of the person who came out.
The boy had already leaned his back against the glass door. He didn't understand why his sister suddenly stopped. He looked up in confusion and called out in a childish voice, "Hello, beautiful sister."
Shi Yu lowered his eyes to look at him, didn't respond, just nodded, opened the umbrella and walked into the rain.
The movement behind me came through the sound of rain: "Sister, come in, we are going back."
"...Next time you see him, ignore him."
"Why?"
"Mom and Dad said he is dumb and has a problem with his brain."
"Why?"
"Mom and Dad said, if he was a normal person, why would a man have long hair?"
"Ah... so he's not my sister?"
"What else? Anyway, mom and dad told you to stay away from him, so just remember that in the future."
The glass door closed.
There was a taxi parked on the roadside outside the community. The driver saw someone getting in the car through the rearview mirror and turned off the broadcast on his phone: "What's the last digit of your phone number?"
Shi Yu reported a string of numbers.
The driver verified the identity of the person who called the car, called up the navigation and took a look at the destination.
Mingzhao Cemetery.
What are you doing there in the pouring rain?
The driver suppressed his curiosity and didn't ask any more questions, driving quietly.
There is a security system at the entrance of the cemetery, and vehicles cannot enter. In addition, it is built on the outskirts of the city, so it takes some extra time from the first step in to the destination.
There is a stone cylinder in front of the tombstone. Every time someone visits, there will be one more flower inside. The early ones have already withered and turned yellow, while the newest ones are just beginning to wilt.
If Wen Hesi were around, he would be able to recognize that the woman on the stele was the patient 5032 who delivered meals to him every day during the two months when Shi Yu hired him as a chef.
The woman was a legendary woman. This was mainly reflected in the fact that she divorced her husband at the age of 24, but she single-handedly stabilized the crumbling company and made a name for herself in the business world. She transformed from a pampered little white flower in a greenhouse into a cold, resolute, decisive, and swift female president who could not be underestimated by all business partners.
However, no matter how legendary she was, she was eventually defeated by the man who came back from abroad and pestered her after seeing her become rich.
Long-term repression and staying awake all day and night had hollowed out her physical foundation. Later, she encountered the last straw that she should have ignored, but it came back at that critical moment to bother her.
Shi Yu's impression of her remained the same, bland and thin, even though she was his biological mother by blood.
He was still in class at school when he received the news that a woman was admitted to the hospital with hemoptysis.
After hanging up the phone, he asked for leave from his teacher. When he walked into the ward, the woman had already come out of the operating room and was lying alone on the snow-white bed.
There was a long silence in between, and then suddenly a magpie cried outside the house.
The woman seemed to have suddenly broken the pride she had maintained for more than ten years in front of so many outsiders waiting to watch the fun, and she cried out to him for the first time.
Shi Yu didn't say a word from beginning to end. He just let her hold him, listening to her tears and her hysterics.
The proud and strong grass in my memory fell down in one day, and even when I lowered my head, I could see the sickly and old look in the corners of her eyes.
After leaving the ward, Shi Yu avoided the crowd and took the safe passage, then met a lawyer who had just graduated with a master's degree in civil law on the third-floor staircase.
The lawyer not only knows how to cook, but is also good at taking care of patients. Coincidentally, he had just cleaned up the ashes of his deceased mother not long ago.
After working part-time as a chef to pay for medical expenses, the lawyer and the woman became closer than mother and son.
However, their good relationship only lasted for two months. The lawyer immersed himself in the woman's case and no longer had time to visit her. Later, when the case was over, the lawyer had his own reputation and was burdened with debts. His work became increasingly busy and he had even less time.
The woman suffered from chronic illness for five years and finally died on a rainy afternoon.
"She didn't have any resentment when she left." The woman's mother looked at her unfamiliar grandson and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiaoyu, don't blame her. She had a very hard life."
There is no doubt that a woman's life is hard; she is worthy of her parents, worthy of her marriage, and worthy of her friends. If she must say what she feels sorry for, it is only the son she gave birth to but never raised.
She had never attended his birthday, his parent-teacher meetings, or his graduation ceremony. She didn't know what knowledge he had learned or what friends he had made in school or in society. Just as she didn't know how he could protect the results of her years of hard work at the age of just adulthood and under the covetousness of other men after she fell.
It was not until the day she was admitted to the hospital that the door of her ward was knocked and she saw the boy outside that she was surprised to realize that he had already grown up and was independent, autonomous and quiet.
It was completely unfamiliar to her.
The old man added: "Before she left, she actually thought about calling you, for no reason, just to talk to you. But she didn't know what you were doing, and she was afraid to disturb you."
Shi Yu only replied: "I never blamed her."
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Shi Yu inserted the bird of paradise she had brought from downstairs in the community into the stone tube: "Mom."
Since childhood, some people have said that he and she look nothing alike, that she is a gentle and refined lady from a noble family, while he is too ostentatious; and that since her man was able to get another woman pregnant while she was pregnant, God knows whose blood he is actually descended from.
And now, the immoral man was sent to prison by the hired lawyer, while the legendary woman died early and was buried in the land of the southern city.
Shi Yu did not stay here for long. When he left, he passed a long flight of stairs with tombstones on both sides. There was a person standing in front of the tombstone three or four meters away from the stairs.
I don’t know how many psychological twists and turns that person went through. Suddenly, he squatted down as if he was exhausted, hugged the tombstone in front of him and cried out loud, his shoulders shaking like dead leaves.
This voice...
Shi Yu raised his umbrella and looked over there.
I remember.
He was the lucky guy who wore a fisherman’s hat on Wukou Street in Shenyu and could win a lottery ticket worth 10,000 points with just one finger, and could get the highest-level items when he opened a treasure chest.
At that time, he was so lucky that people envied him. He faced the audience with a smile on his face, but now he is kneeling in front of the cold tombstone, crying heart-wrenchingly.
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The cemetery is located in the suburbs with few vehicles and pedestrians.
The driver has to work and eat, so it is impossible for him to stay here and wait for half an hour.
Shi Yu did not ask the other party to stay. After leaving the cemetery, he walked to the intersection with his mobile phone, which had only 2G speed. He waited for twenty minutes but no car came by.
He was holding an umbrella, thinking whether to continue waiting or go directly to the bus station two miles away to take the bus. Which of the two would be faster? But at this moment, a Jetta drove slowly in the rain.
The Jetta stopped in front of him, its windshield wipers working, the driver's window lowered a crack, revealing a person with a cigarette in his mouth: "Want a ride?"
Before Shi Yu could say anything, the sound of shoes stepping in puddles was heard behind him.
Someone ran over holding an umbrella, shouting, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, driver! Are you here to take a passenger? Are you going to Xihui Plaza?"
The man in the car said good-naturedly: "Sorry, we already have a guest."
Ji Congyang finally ran to the front of the car. He panted and said, "Is that so? Do you mind bringing one more person? This place is too remote and there is no cell phone signal..."
He turned to the guest next to him and said, "Okay..."
As he spoke, he got stuck.
Ji Congyang stared at the other person for a long time, his mind going back and forth between the two options of "How could it be such a coincidence that we have the same face?" and "With this face so recognizable, who else can have the same face?" Finally, he tentatively asked, "Shi Yu?"
Shi Yu was silent for a moment: "Yes."
"!"
Ji Congyang suppressed his boiling emotions, but his tone still revealed something: "Are you also hitchhiking? Can we share a ride?"
Finally, two people got into the car together.
Shi Yu was sitting in the passenger seat. As soon as he got in the car, he pulled up his hood, covering his entire face in shadow, making his refusal to communicate clear.
Ji Congyang only had time to introduce his name before the other party killed him with his actions. It happened that the car was heading towards the city at this time and his cell phone regained signal. He resisted the urge to disturb Shi Yu and instead harassed his friends on the phone, with the window shaking and filling up the entire screen.
Ji Congyang: Old Joe!
Ji Congyang: Qiao Qiao——
Ji Congyang: Xiao Qiaoer~
Bad friends: If you have something to say, just talk about it.
Ji Congyang: You will never guess who I met when I went out today!
Friends: Have you seen a ghost?
Ji Congyang: ...
There is nothing wrong with going to the cemetery to see ghosts.
Ji Congyang curled his lips and typed: I am serious with you, I really met someone you would never guess.
Qiao Yan was too lazy to guess.
He knew too well what kind of person that Ji guy was. He couldn't keep anything to himself and his mouth leaked out more easily than a sieve. So he simply put down his phone and went to get hot water outside the office.
After getting the water, as expected, the other party’s message filled the screen again: Guess, guess!
Ji Congyang: You can’t guess it, right? I’ll give you a hint. It’s a big devil who is more beautiful than a flower but can beat up a pervert!
“…”
Qiao Yan took a sip of water and pulled it directly to the bottom.
Ji Congyang: It’s Shi Yu! The living Shi Yu!!
Ji Congyang: I! Idol! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Qiao Yan choked on a mouthful of water that went directly down his throat.
He took out a piece of tissue to wipe the water off, and only one thought came to his mind: That Ji's luck is so incredible that he could have achieved his wish directly by winning the lottery ticket?
Ji Congyang on the other end waited for a long time without hearing any response, so he looked up at the scenery outside the window.
The rain was so heavy that even the road ahead became blurry.
Ji Congyang squinted his eyes and observed for a long time, then he said, "Master, where are you going? I remember that this is not the way to Xihui Plaza."
The driver lit a cigarette with a lighter, took a deep breath, and blew out a smoke ring: "The road over there is closed for construction. We have to take a detour."
Ji Congyang: "Even if Yunmu Road is closed, we should take the half-left road if we take a detour, right? This seems to be heading to Ningsha District?"
Ningsha District and Xihui Square are separated by the longest distance in Nanhang City, facing each other from each other. How can one get here in a roundabout way?
The driver blew out another smoke ring and threw the cigarette butt into the storage box: "Don't worry, I have experience. I can go a little further and pass through the middle."
Ji Congyang agreed half-heartedly.
May is not the hottest yet, it's raining and cold, and even though the air conditioner is not on in the car, the temperature is still inexplicably low.
After sending the message on her phone, Shi Yu zipped up her coat to the top, letting her long eyelashes droop.
The car turned a road and Ji Congyang just picked up his phone and was about to see the reactions of his friends, but his hand suddenly shook and the phone fell to the ground.
The world was spinning in front of his eyes, and he fell on the back seat without even noticing his body hitting the seat: "What's going on..."
He raised his eyes to the rearview mirror inside the car and saw the driver's inexplicably sinister eyes in the mirror.
The driver's eyes curled slightly, as if he was pleased after his evil intentions succeeded.
……Depend on!
I encountered a taxi kidnapping its passengers.
The effect of the drug was so strong that Ji Congyang had no time to think and lost consciousness immediately.
The driver saw that both men had been tricked, so he put out his cigarette and parked the car on the side of the road as quickly as possible.
He had been specially trained in this aspect and could hold his breath underwater for up to five or six minutes. He had been holding his breath since the beginning. The car was not in gear yet, but he could not wait to open the door. The next moment, a hand suddenly appeared in front of him and directly pressed the lock button.
Shi Yu opened his eyes without knowing when.
The driver didn't expect such a sudden change. However, his body was already holding his breath to the extreme and he didn't want to waste time on this at all. He hurried to open the car door and was suddenly patted on the chest.
He swallowed it in one breath, and suddenly there was a cigarette butt that he had put out before under his nose, and the white smoke that had not yet completely dissipated went directly into his lungs.
...Fuck, he put the drug in the cigarette wick!
In order to keep the car door closed, Shi Yu knelt directly on the man's legs. When he saw him inhale the cigarette, he put out the cigarette butt in the glove box and returned to the passenger seat.
The concentration of inhaling directly and waiting for the white smoke to disperse before inhaling is simply incomparable, and the speed of onset is even more incomparable. The driver almost instantly became weak and slid down on the seat, struggling to open his eyes: "Why are you..."
How do you know he is not the real driver?
Shi Yu opened the car door and looked back at him: "Which driver sees passengers getting on the car without asking where they are going?"
The Public Security Bureau was not far from the parking spot. As soon as he got out of the car, the police who had received information about the license plate number and were waiting there surrounded him.
Fear gradually spread in the driver's eyes.
Shi Yu followed the police into the Public Security Bureau and first asked about the location of the restroom.
The police just thought that he was too nervous when he encountered the kidnappers during the ride, so they expressed their understanding and specially sent someone to lead him.
In addition to the high concentration of anesthetics and smoke in the car, the driver probably wanted to cover it up by stuffing herbal incense into the glass bottle of the car perfume. The rich smell added layer by layer and made his stomach churn.
He entered the cubicle, bent over, and vomited directly.
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