Chapter 101 Chapter 101

Furong stood quietly outside the door, looking at the wife inside, who was calculating the people at home.

The wife was burying her head, trying to figure out who in the family had betrayed her, which led to her falling into this situation. Suddenly, she found that the surroundings were too quiet, as if something had changed. She raised her head and saw a person standing outside the door. She was startled, shivered, and fell to the ground.

Furong still stood there, neither moving forward nor backward, with a calm look, with a hint of scrutiny, as if she was evaluating a commodity without a price tag, rather than looking at a person.

There was no love or hate in that look, so it looked empty, like a blank sheet of paper, without any color. Normally, it looked indifferent, but sometimes when I suddenly thought of it, I felt scared. I

was probably afraid that my life would be like a blank sheet of paper, with nothing.

Most people have this fear.

The lady was no exception. She stared with her eyes, burning with anger, and cursed at Furong: "Who are you to dare to look at me like this? Do you think I'm down and out? If you can’t get up in this life, will you never be able to get up again? You are dreaming! The only ones who will die will be you, and the loser will never be me!”

The lady seemed to have thought of something and laughed: “I see, you are afraid that you are going to lose, so you come to me in advance, ready to surrender, right? Good man, just say it! Say whatever you want to say, tell me everything you know, I will listen carefully and write it down, and I won’t let your efforts go to waste.”

The lady became angry again, clenched her fists and said angrily: “Those bastards locked me up here, thinking that I can’t turn over. When I get out, I will slap them hard. As long as they know what it means to be unable to live or die, they will be refreshed! He Only then will they know how powerful I am!"

Madam pounded the ground with her fists, hammering away the straw underneath, and hammering out several cockroaches and mosquitoes. The insects crawled away in panic, and Madam got on all fours and crawled over like a wild beast. She looked up at Furong and asked anxiously, "You must have a way, right? Tell me! Tell me quickly! What are you waiting for?"

Furong finally frowned, and her eyebrows were like ripples on a calm lake. The mirror-like green color overflowed with a trace of rust. Her tone was somewhat unbelievable: "You thought so much, but not a single word. Did you think of Li Qingshan?" Madam was

stunned for a moment, tilted her head back, as if her neck was about to break, raised her hand to cover her mouth, and laughed, her lips bright red, as if she had just taken a sip of "Him? What could happen if he went out to relax? He doesn't know anything. How could he come in? I don't need to worry about him!"

Furong shook her head slightly, her tone stiff and straightforward: "He committed suicide."

The lady's smile froze, she put down her hands, sat on the ground, raised her head and looked straight at Furong, as if she wanted to confirm the truth of what he said, but did not see the flaw, and shouted: "Impossible!"

Furong raised the corner of her mouth and laughed sarcastically: "Why is it impossible?"

The lady panicked: "I have arranged everything, nothing will happen, how could something go wrong? It must be fake, you are lying to me, you want to harm me, you are in cahoots with them, what do you know? Tell me!"

Furong restrained her smile and lowered her eyes. He looked at the lady and said, "He died because of what you did."

The lady didn't believe it: "You are talking nonsense!"

Furong's face was cold and she said heavily, "He died because he knew the truth."

These words were like a thousand-pound hammer hitting the lady's head. The lady lowered her head and muttered to herself, "Is this really the case? Impossible! He has lived with me for so long. Even if I am on guard, he always has curiosity. How could he know nothing? How could he die after knowing what I did? He lives a good life and has no intention of dying at all."

The lady shouted, "You lied to me! You lied to me!"

She shouted hoarsely and her voice gradually became dry. She sounded like an 80-year-old woman.

Furong stared at the lady's face, which was distorted and could not be seen. She seemed to have gone completely crazy. Furong turned and left without any hesitation. The lady was behind, trying to squeeze her face between two pieces of wood, and shouted at him: "Come back, come back! Explain clearly!"

Furong's figure completely disappeared from the lady's eyes. The lady grabbed her hair with both hands and shouted: "Impossible!"

Not long after, the prison guards shouted: "Someone committed suicide!"

The lady's body was carried out.

Li Qingshan woke up at this time, as if he knew something in the dark. He covered his chest, got out of bed, frowned, and staggered out.

The doctor was shocked and came over to stop him: "Don't be like this! Your injuries haven't healed yet! You are so seriously injured that you can't say anything when you go out. Others won't arrange anything for you after taking a look at you. Why are you so anxious? Why don't you tell me and I'll find a way for you?"

Li Qingshan shook his head, pushed him, and wanted to go outside. However, Li Qingshan had just woken up and did not have much strength. The doctor just took a step back, stood by and looked at him, a little anxious: "Your friend asked me to take care of you. If you leave like this, what can I say?"

Li Qingshan paused, held the door, turned around, looked at him, and looked at him with an inquiring look.

Seeing that he might stay, the doctor smiled and said, "After you were injured, the person who rushed you to me, I thought he was your friend. Don't you know him?"

Li Qingshan's mouth curled up in a mocking and cold manner, a silent sneer. The doctor felt as if he had said something wrong and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Li Qingshan continued to walk out, but suddenly bumped into someone, staggered back two steps, and almost fell. He looked up and found that it was Furong, and was surprised.

Furong reached out and grabbed him, hesitated for a moment, and put him on the bed again, as if it was as simple as putting a doll. Li Qingshan frowned, grabbed him, and looked at him inquiringly, anxiously and almost questioning.

Furong knew what Li Qingshan wanted to ask him, but he couldn't speak for a while, as if his voice was hoarse. Seeing his silence, Li Qingshan suddenly understood something and let go of his hand.

What else could he not understand at this time?

The matter was already in front of him, and it was obviously irreversible. He couldn't even say any more excuses or embellishments. Otherwise, how could he be so silent?

Li Qingshan showed a crying smile on his face, closed his eyes, and tears fell like bell orchids falling from a height.

Furong hesitated for a while, and then said to him: "Although things have come to this, you can live. You don't know anything, and things will not involve you."

These words were pale and powerless. Li Qingshan opened his eyes, his eyes were red, tears were streaming down his face, and he looked at him with ridicule. He didn't need to say a word, as if he was defeated. He lowered his eyes and avoided Li Qingshan's gaze.

As expected, Li Qingshan tried to commit suicide again. This time, he didn't need anyone to persuade him. He did it himself. Fortunately, the doctor was right next to him and found him in time and saved him.

But even after waking up, Li Qingshan's expression looked wooden, as if he had no interest in life. A young man was actually less energetic than an old man in his fifties. His body exuded a smell of rotten wood.

Perhaps his heart had begun to rot. Although his body was alive, it was just alive. There was nothing else. Any beauty in the world had nothing to do with him because he couldn't feel it.

Furong felt a little guilty, but he didn't think it was right.

He frowned and looked at Li Qingshan sitting next to him, muttering to himself: "I am right. No one wants to see their family broken up. This is not our intention. Many people want revenge, but the premise is that your mother really did that. It's not our fault. If no one lent money at the beginning, no one would die, no one would take revenge, and you wouldn't have come to this point."

These words can be said more seriously: You shouldn't blame us, you should blame your mother, because your mother did that, so your family is broken up.

But these words are too harsh.

If Li Qingshan had any extra feelings, he would not be willing to listen.

He closed his eyes and cried silently, his eyes were red, like a peach that was ripe and rotten, about to fall to the ground. Once it fell to the ground, the pit inside would be exposed. Although the skin was soft and the flesh was sticky, the pit was very hard. Even if it couldn't smash a hole in the ground, it wouldn't rot silently.

Furong couldn't think of what she should say. In the middle of the night, she suddenly shook her head and asked Li Qingshan: "You don't know what's happening now. Do you want to go out and take a look? You were going to go out anyway. I can take you out. If you really want to do something, go out and take a look, then come back and do it."

Furong's voice became more and more steady, as if she was about to face the end of the dust settling.

Li Qingshan looked at him.

Furong took Li Qingshan out and showed him his home. Li Qingshan's residence had been sealed off and there was no one inside. Although he had not been back for only a few days, it looked as if he was in another world. There were weeds and birds chirping, but no human voices. It was as quiet as an empty valley. However, there were many people nearby, which made it even more frightening.

Li Qingshan closed his eyes and could not bear to watch any more.

Furong was going to take him back, but Li Qingshan held Furong and shook his head. Furong knew what he meant, so she took him to see his mother's grave.

"There are not many people in your home, and your relatives and friends are unwilling to come to take over the stall. You are not here, so the body is temporarily placed here." Furong said.

He had a lot to say, but he felt that nothing was appropriate, so he thought about it and tried to say as little as possible, just looking at Li Qingshan. Li Qingshan stood in front of the grave and looked for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

He was hurt these days, as if he had a serious illness, his face was pale, and when he smiled, there was a strange feeling of orchids in the night rain. Furong was surprised, feeling that he had changed a lot from before.

Li Qingshan reached out to touch the tombstone, and a string of tears fell as soon as he closed his eyes. It happened that the sky was covered with dark clouds, a gust of wind blew, and there was a thunder in the sky. The thunder was heavy, and the rain fell down, soaking people all over, like a chicken in the soup.

Furong quickly grabbed Li Qingshan, shielded him from the rain, and took him back to his residence. She asked someone to make medicine for him, prepared clothes for him, and asked him to take a bath and change into clean clothes. He should rest early while it was raining, and maybe he would feel better tomorrow.

Of course, if there was something serious, it would not be better after waking up. It was just a beautiful wish.

Li Qingshan did not react to his words and actions. He was just blank, with empty eyes, like a waterfall of wisteria that was flourishing and declining and was about to wither. With the sound of rain, tears fell down, and the tears contained the fragrance of dying rain.

Furong looked at him carefully, and suddenly she felt reluctant to let him go, as if she had just discovered today that Li Qingshan could change his appearance in the blink of an eye. Even though his face was still the same, he looked like a different person.

The next morning, when Furong woke up, she saw Li Qingshan lying on the bed with a red face and eyes tightly closed. He was extremely weak, and his chest was almost nonexistent. He was between death and death.

Furong quickly reached out to touch his forehead and found that he was already burned through, terribly burned. She panicked and asked someone to find a doctor. The doctor came over, frowned, examined him, sighed, shook his head and said, "This is not easy to deal with."

In fact, what he meant was, prepare the coffin.

Furong was stunned for a moment. She could hear what he meant but she didn't want to believe it. Tears welled up in her eyes. After a long while, she said in a dry voice, "I was fine yesterday."

Even though I wasn't fine yesterday.

The doctor looked at him. He had seen too many expressions of relatives who were unwilling to accept the reality of the death of their relatives and friends. He didn't react much. He said gently and coldly, "This is not a disease that can be cured overnight. I'm afraid you didn't get better yesterday."

Furong couldn't help asking, "What is that?"

The doctor said with a stern face, "Final vigour."

These four words were like a sentence for a death row prisoner, who was about to be executed immediately. Furong felt dizzy and stumbled. He stepped back and sat on the chair. The chair creaked, as if he was crying from the bottom of his heart.

His face was covered with tear marks without him noticing. Wet tears slid from the corners of his eyes, down his face to his chin, and from his chin to his clothes, or onto the back of his hand.

He wiped his face, thinking he had wiped away his tears, and put his hands on his knees again, but he blinked and the tears fell again, falling on the back of his hand. It was hot for a moment, like a burning red candle, and a drop of candle tears fell, which made him shiver all over.

New tears fell again, and the previous tears quickly cooled and turned into a piece of ice, freezing on his hand, solidifying the skin on the back of his hand, as if he had to tear off that layer of skin to feel better.

He bent down, lowered his head, covered his face, and covered his eyes with his hands. There was darkness in front of him. In the darkness, tears surged like a roar of overwhelming seas, rushing towards him in midair, wrapping him up, and sending him to who knows where.

He felt a kind of pain from the bottom of his heart, as if someone had tightly grasped his heart, and juice overflowed from it, which was as sour and bitter as lemon.

After handling Li Qingshan's body and funeral, the next day, everyone found that Furong was missing. They thought he had gone out and lost his way, so they went to look for him nearby, but they didn't find him. They thought he had left alone to do his own thing.

But for a long time, no one received any letter indicating that it was signed from Furong.

Furong returned to hell. As a ghost, it was normal for him to stay here. But looking at the bustling crowd, the people with blurred faces and dull expressions, wearing almost identical shrouds and almost identical paper shoes, walking on the road in a daze, the pain came again.

He remembered that many years ago, when he was still on a bridge, he also watched other people queuing in front of him, took a bowl, drank a bowl of soup, and then got off the bridge, walked their own way, entered the darkness, and disappeared from his sight.

He thought he had found the way when he left, but now he realized that he didn't find it, he just thought he found it, and that the road is gone now.

The old lady who was making soup for people on the bridge saw him and greeted him: "Young man, you are here again?"

He smiled and said with a distorted expression: "Yes."

The old lady waved the spoon and asked: "Why did you come this time?"

Furong closed her eyes, feeling that her memories were gradually becoming blurred. She felt dizzy and shook her head and said: "I don't understand."

The old lady smiled, as if she knew what he didn't understand, and she persuaded him patiently. She pointed at him and said, "Think about it carefully."

Furong opened her eyes, looked at the old lady and said, "What's wrong?"

The old lady shook her head and sighed as if she felt sorry for him, "Oh, young man, you haven't figured it out yet. Your resentment and obsession are heavier than last time, but you didn't die this time. Why do you think so?"

Furong felt dazed, as if she had lost the ability to think, and she murmured and repeated, "Why?"

"Because you not only didn't get rid of your obsession," the old lady said with a smile, "you have aggravated your obsession. What on earth is it that you can't figure out? Think about it carefully, what do you care about? Solve the things you care about, and you will be free."

Furong was stunned for a moment, without any hope, and smiled slowly: "What if I care about a person? The matter has passed, it has been a long time, and I can't catch it again."

The old lady poured a spoonful of soup for the person next to her, and smiled as if she had seen through the world: "Then you should get close to that person, stay by his side, and one day, your obsession will naturally be solved."

The illusion ended in an instant.

Everyone hadn't come to their senses yet.

"It's gone?" Guiyuan asked as if mumbling to himself.

The ghost looked around, confirmed the environment, nodded, and replied: "It seems that we have already got out, and there is nothing else."

The ghost suddenly laughed, looked at Taiming, as if looking at the protagonist of a gossip she just heard, and said: "You really have a discerning eye. You picked such a person as a friend. I don't know whether you are unlucky or lucky. He is entangled with that ghost, and he is also unlucky. If you get close to him, you might be implicated by him." Taiming

didn't want to hear this. He pulled the corner of his mouth with disdain and said with a gloomy face: "I don't think he is unlucky, and I won't leave him. I I don't think I will be implicated, because there is no such thing. "

The ghost girl smiled as if she was watching a good show and said, "Then wait and see."

Taiming stared at the ghost girl coldly: "Don't think you have a chance to wander around outside. Since I caught you today, I will definitely not let you have a chance to leave. What do you think?"

The ghost girl was stunned for a moment, and for a moment she felt as if she had forgotten something and couldn't say a word. Guiyuan looked at the two of them, took out the handcuffs, and put them on the ghost girl's hands. With two clicks, the ghost girl's hands were connected by the handcuffs, and it seemed that there was no room for movement.

The ghost girl lowered her head and looked at her handcuffs blankly, opened her mouth, and was surprised.

Guiyuan smiled at Taiming in a flattering way, trying to make both of them forget what happened before the illusion began, and hurriedly said, "Let's go back to the foundation! It's getting late, and it won't be appropriate to go any later."

He frowned and said in a slightly aggrieved voice, like a puppy who didn't get food, sniffing his nose, "I don't want to work overtime."

Taiming nodded in agreement, and didn't want to pursue other things. He just wanted to leave here as soon as possible, go home, and see Li Qingshan. Of course,

he knew in his heart that the illusion was fake, but after all, it was Li Qingshan and Furong who were really performing in the illusion. Although nothing had happened between them before, it was now considered to have happened.

Taiming felt empty inside, with a feeling of loss, just like when it rains and he suddenly realizes that he forgot to open his umbrella and is soaked.

He laughed at himself.

Everyone returned to the foundation.

An Rand checked the female ghost they brought back, nodded and said, "It looks like there is no problem, you can submit the task."

Taiming said absentmindedly, "Then I will leave first."

Guiyuan didn't want him to stay now, because he had some things to report to An Rand later. If Taiming was here, it would be difficult for him to report. After all, some of the things he wanted to report were closely related to Taiming. He nodded quickly and said with a smile, "Go quickly."

Taiming turned and left. After opening the door and going out, he walked in the corridor for a while. He remembered that he seemed to have something unfinished, so he walked back. When he opened the door, he saw An Rand and Guiyuan talking, but they looked a little serious, which felt strange.

"Isn't it almost time to get off work? What are you two doing so formally?" Taiming asked with some doubts.

Ayn Rand smiled and looked at him warily. She looked gentle but her eyes did not move away. "Nothing. Get it done as soon as possible and get off work as soon as possible. What are you doing back here?"

Taiming stood at the door and took his hand back. He blinked and felt that he was out of place, as if he was vaguely rejected by the two people in the room, but he didn't know why.