"Um."
As Cheng Ruonan spoke, she threw the paper money in her hand into the fire.
"This doesn't seem like your style. I thought you didn't believe in this."
Lin Fan had a strange expression on his face.
In his impression, Cheng Ruonan is an extremely rational woman.
Her maturity, calmness, and even coldness are definitely the most unique personality I have ever seen.
And the practice of burning paper to commemorate the deceased has nothing to do with her at all.
"Burning paper money for the dead is just a formality for the living."
Cheng Ruonan said coldly, "It's like a living person talking to a dead person. Only a ghost knows what to say."
After hearing this, Lin Fan’s eyes widened!
Damn, is this so philosophical?
"You haven't told me his story yet."
"I'm very curious, what kind of person is your master?"
Lin Fan took out a cigarette and asked with interest.
He was also very curious about what kind of person could have taught Cheng Ruonan to be like this.
"No matter who he was before, he is dead now."
Cheng Ruonan spoke calmly.
So calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
Lin Fan almost laughed out of anger at her.
Do you think you are speaking human language?
Of course you know he is dead, otherwise why would you burn paper money for him?
"Yeah... No matter how glorious a person is, after they die, they are just a cup of dust."
"Fame, fortune, wealth, and wealth—you can't bring them with you when you're born, and you can't take them with you when you die."
Lin Fan lit a cigarette and glanced at the starry sky.
Under the sky, the stars are like gems covering the sky.
There is one advantage of being with Cheng Ruonan.
You don't have to say anything to her, she's too lazy to listen to you.
However, the two of them can stay together in a daze for half a day.
After the paper money for the dead is burned, it emits a pungent smell.
A gust of wind blew and everything disappeared.
"He died in my hands."
Cheng Ruonan said slowly.
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