Chapter 249
***'s death was extremely tragic, and his family insisted on a decent posthumous honor before they would hold a funeral, always wanting it to look good. Since the person was already dead, giving him an empty honor didn't matter, and the funeral went on smoothly as planned.
When the ***'s confidant saw Lao Yi, he came over and said, "You are so sick, it's really a shame to disturb you. It's taboo for a patient to come here."
He smiled and said, "How could I not come after all the friendship we've had over the years?"
The person accompanying him said, "The Minister was almost recovered, but when he heard what happened to ***, he became so angry that his condition worsened. He's still on IV drip these days."
"The Minister is really thoughtful."
Secretary Zhang looked at the photo in front of the coffin and felt lost.
A colleague saw him and the two of them went aside to chat.
"Why are you here? You're sick now, so you're not afraid of his ghost lingering around."
He said, "He was just like that when he was alive. What kind of trouble could he cause after his death?"
A colleague laughed and said, "It's haunted, it's haunted. He wasn't powerful enough to seek revenge when he was alive, but he's more powerful as a ghost. No wonder he died with regrets. He didn't die at the hands of that guy, but instead died at the hands of his own people and the enemy. Did you hear what he said when he died?"
He said, "I heard that even at that point, he still had the energy to speak. That's quite remarkable. This man had this temper when he was young. Ultimately, he's a man who's never been an official before, and now that he's suddenly one, he's become complacent and disdainful of everyone. He's courting his own destruction."
A colleague said, "This bastard is not uneducated. He doesn't know what happened to Lord Father Yan."
He said, "He and Lord Father Yan are not the same. Lord Father Yan knew that what he did would not end well no matter what, so he might as well live happily for a few days. If he had been more restrained, he wouldn't have ended up like this."
A colleague said, "He always thinks no one is worse than him. If it weren't for you promoting him, he wouldn't be where he is today. He even looks down on you. He doesn't understand the principles of officialdom. There are some things others don't do, not because they can't, but because they don't dare. But he thinks he's the only one capable. He never understood this principle until his death. It's really ridiculous."
He laughed and said, "Ignorance is fearless."
***'s funeral was a major event, and almost all the prominent figures came. From the female side, several pseudo-imperial officials surrounded ***'s wife, offering comfort and greetings.
Afterwards, they formed a small circle to chat. Someone said to Mrs. Yi, "How did Mr. Yi become so ill? It seems that he is not fully recovered yet. It is not good for him to come here."
Mrs. Yi also met him for the first time today. She said, "I told him that too, but he refused. He said that he had to come because he needed help."
"Mr. Yi is really a man of loyalty. It looks like he's about to fall over if the wind blows. Don't overwork yourself."
"He's just like that. He risks his life for something and ends up offending people. When he first took over as minister, I tried to persuade him to be more cautious. But he won't listen to anyone."
Ms. Qiao stood aside, a sneer on her face, thinking to herself, "You're not happy for him to get promoted and make a fortune, yet you're still advising him to be cautious."
When she saw how sick Old Yi was, she actually felt a little pity for him.
Since he was young, Lao Yi has had a melancholy and pitiful temperament. If he has a minor illness or a disaster, or stays up late and works hard, and looks haggard, this temperament becomes even more uncontrollable. If his eyes are tearful or he sheds a few tears, it will be even more terrible.
Wang Jiazhi would just look at his haggard appearance after staying up all night and instantly feel like the whole world owed him. Then she would temporarily ignore the reason why he stayed up all night.
Of course, he himself is still unaware of this characteristic of his.
Ms. Qiao came over and said with a smile, "Mr. Yi, I heard that you have been ill recently. It would be better if you don't work too hard."
He smiled and said "thank you".
Before leaving, Ms. Qiao gave him a smile that seemed both angry and resentful.
A colleague laughed and said, "You really enjoy watching others suffer when they can't get what they want."
"What?"
"She's going to be mad at you for being so rude."
He laughed and said, "If you spend your whole life trying to seduce men, you're too hopeless. Women in the new era should have their own ambitions and pursuits."
A colleague laughed and said, "What other pursuits could a woman like this have? You think she could teach female students, become self-reliant, and achieve great things."
In fact, Lao Yi’s illness has almost recovered, but he is still a little weak.
He was writing in his office at night. It was very late and he was very tired. He only had two pages left to finish. He bent over his desk to rest and fell asleep.
In his dream, he saw Wang Jiazhi peeling raw lotus seeds. There was a large bowl in front of her, a half-peeled bowl next to her, and two more bowls of peeled lotus seeds on the counter. Her nails were peeled.
"Why are you peeling so many lotus seeds? Your nails are ruined."
"I peel it when I miss you."
"Then forget it. My nails are all broken."
"Then I can't control it~"
"Then change your mind and do something else."
"What for?"
He woke up suddenly. There was a table lamp on the desk. A white butterfly had flown in at some point and was fluttering around the wick.
He leaned back in his chair and sighed softly.
After a while, someone knocked on the door and said, "The minister wants me."
"You're on duty today."
"yes."
He put a check into the man's pocket and said, "Use it as pocket money."
"Thank you, Minister."
Lao Yi signaled him that he could go out.
He drank half a cup of tea to refresh himself, and then he finished writing the rest of the article and went back to the small dark room to sleep.
I returned to the room and turned on the light. There was a ball of fur lying in the middle of the bed. Under the night light, the white fur looked even brighter.
The kitten is also pitiful. I don’t have time to play with it. It has been alone in the house these days. It eats and sleeps when it is full, and eats when it wakes up.
Otherwise, send it home for a few days so that someone can play with it.
He sat down beside the bed, and the kitten curled up in a ball, its paws tucked against its chest. It was true that cats resembled their owners. Sometimes when he went back and saw her sleeping alone, she was curled up like this, her hands clenched into fists against her chest, a look of self-protection. And her expression was so sad it was unbearable to watch.
But when she slept with him, she would stretch out her arms, hug him and sleep soundly, like a kitten turning over on its belly.
In their previous life, after they were done, she would always fall asleep in his arms. He didn't dare to fall asleep next to her, so he just looked at the person in his arms quietly.
She curled up like a little white cat, her paws tucked into her chest, as if she had just cried and then fell asleep.
That look was so sad and aggrieved that it made people feel particularly uncomfortable.
Every time I see her like this, I feel that the whole world is guilty and deserves to die.
Later, when she stretched out her arms and hugged him for the first time and fell asleep peacefully, he saw her arms around him and smiled happily. From then on, she always slept with him in her arms like this.
Later, she died, and he always thought of what she looked like then.
Of course, he had no memory of that time. He was surprised in this life that without any friction, she could make him feel extremely happy and then fall asleep in his arms without any care.
He looked at her and thought to himself, "That's not how spies act!"
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"It's so late, why don't you go to bed?"
"There are still two paragraphs to go. I'll finish them before going to bed."
Wang Jiazhi got up from the table in a daze; she had actually fallen asleep. She glanced at the letter on the desk and decided to write tomorrow.
A white moth fluttered around the wick.
"Why are you flying so late? Aren't you going to sleep?" she thought to herself.
I remembered that I just dreamed that he was writing something and looked very tired.
"What is he doing?" she thought to herself as she looked at the deep night sky outside the window.
The quiet night is cool, and the fragrance of magnolias wafts from outside.
She sat quietly leaning back in her chair. When she heard the kitten meow, she walked over and picked it up.
It injured its paw today and a thorn got stuck in the pad.
It was a soft and furry ball, burying its aggrieved head in her arms and acting coquettishly.
"It will be healed soon and won't hurt anymore." She stroked its fur, and gradually the kitten fell asleep.
She looked at the kitten sleeping soundly in her arms, her belly heaving, looking very at ease.
She remembered that he always liked to sleep in her arms like this.
She didn't know if other men liked that too. Sometimes when they met late at night, stubble had already grown. But just like his hairy legs, she loved it. Rubbing it against his soft body was even more comfortable.
She remembered it seemed to be a foreign poem, which translated seemed to be: Your breasts are my eternal grave.
She didn't find it explicit or inappropriate; she found it romantic in a unique way. She would always think of it when he fell asleep in her arms.
Sometimes she thought that if someone had really come in and beaten him to death at that time, it would really have become a grave.
Really, it was the story he told. Ever since she knew about that incident, every time she thought of this sentence, whether romantic or erotic, she would always think of the outrageous incident of that person being suffocated to death.
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