Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Balcony Sounds (Twenty-Five)...

Good question, hits the nail on the head.

Fang Hui now lives in someone else's house and wears someone else's clothes. He doesn't need to eat, and even the container of his soul is given to him by Ning Helan. He doesn't have a penny.

Without money, he can only sit there with a cup of water in his hand.

Aunt Zhou saw his expression and said, "Young man, are you not used to drinking tea? I have mineral water. I'll get it for you later."

Others were so enthusiastic, but Fang Hui was not used to it. The other three looked at him and looked down at Fang Hui's head.

"Here, young man, water."

"...Thank you..."

Because of embarrassment, Fang Hui's head was almost lowered under the chair.

"Police comrade, what else do you want to do?" Aunt Zhou looked at several people, and finally set her sights on Ning Guohua.

Ning Guohua was the oldest among them, and he looked very kind. Aunt Zhou thought he was probably a leader.

Ning Guohua first comforted Aunt Zhou and asked about Zhou Yong's parents.

"My brother and sister-in-law stayed up for two nights and didn't sleep. Now they are going to rest." Aunt Zhou sighed, "Zhou Yong has been obedient since he was young, and he is also good at studying. Now he has such a good job..."

Seeing that her eyes were red and she was afraid that she would cry, Ning Guohua and Qin Yang hurriedly comforted her.

Aunt Zhou wiped her tears and stopped crying. Qin Yang asked, "Auntie, let me ask you, why didn't Zhou Yong's parents let us continue the investigation?"

Aunt Zhou paused to wipe her tears. She looked around and said, "Police comrade, this matter is really strange. It's because Xiaoyong told his parents in a dream."

"Dream?" Ning Helan muttered.

"Yes, dream." Aunt Zhou said, "In the dream, he asked my brother and sister-in-law to pick him up quickly, saying that he had a heart attack and wanted to go home early."

Ning Helan didn't believe it when she heard this. It's normal to dream about something at night.

"It's strange, not only Xiaoyong's parents, but also his fiancée dreamed that Xiaoyong told him that he wanted to go home." Aunt Zhou looked around and then nodded at the young woman over there, "She is Xiaoyong's fiancée, Weiwei."

Fang Hui followed her line of sight. The woman over there seemed to be well-spoken and had deep facial features. Did she look a bit like a mixed-race?

"Weiwei is a Chinese-British mixed-race." Aunt Zhou said.

"Xiaoyang, go talk to that girl." Ning Guohua said.

"Okay." Qin Yang sipped another full glass of water, stood up and walked towards the girl named Weiwei.

"Grandpa Ning, is there anything I can do to help?" Fang Hui was secretly worried about his own Yin De.

"Don't worry, you will be of great help later." Ning Guohua smiled.

Ning Helan sat quietly in his seat. He looked at the people around him, some pretending to be relaxed and talking and laughing, while others couldn't stop crying without saying a word.

He had seen these scenes

before, just like when he was a child... With the corner of his eye, he saw Fang Hui staring blankly at a place not far away. Ning Helan followed his line of sight and saw a couple. They were Zhou Yong's parents, and they looked very haggard.

Zhou's mother fainted from crying without saying a word, and had to be sent back to the room.

"Fang Hui, where are your parents?" Ning Helan asked him.

"My mother died when I was very young... My father..." Fang Hui's eyes trembled, "I don't know, I haven't been back yet..."

Ning Helan didn't say anything, but patted Fang Hui on the shoulder.

Fang Hui looked at the sad people around him, and suddenly he was afraid to go back. He was afraid to see his father, afraid to see his brothers and sisters...

His mind turned, and he suddenly remembered that he had to ask his father in his dream to give him money.

I don't know if it's okay to shirk the debt... Anyway, the number has reached 3, and it seems that it's okay not to give money?

Fang Hui just finished thinking, his wrist hurt, and the number turned into "0".

Fang Hui was shocked: "I was just joking... No, no, no..."

But the number on his wrist remained motionless.

He raised his wrist and walked to the side, muttering to himself, "Fuck!"

Fang Hui panicked: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't default on you! I'll go to your dream tomorrow... No, no, I'll ask you to give me money tonight... No, no, no, if my dad goes to bed at 5pm, I can go to your dream now! I was just joking... I was wrong... Please don't... You are so magnanimous..."

Fang Hui raised his hand and looked up, muttering to himself, with an anxious expression on his face. Looking closely, he

seemed to be about to cry. People passing by were stunned.

Fang turned around and a circle of people quickly surrounded him.

Onlookers: "The gentleman we invited now is really dedicated..."

"Yes, look at howling..."

Fang Hui looked at the number on his wrist and felt angry and wanted to cry: "Brother, I was just thinking about it, I'm not really defaulting on you..."

Seeing that the number had not changed, Fang Hui was anxious.

The onlookers: "This is a professional turn."

"Then I kowtow to you, okay?" Fang Hui said anxiously.

If it was in the past, Fang Hui would kowtow?

Don't even think about it.

But now the situation is different. Others can bend and stretch, but Fang Hui can bend and stretch now.

Fang Hui knelt down without thinking, and began to kowtow in a random direction.

Others were stunned. Is it necessary for the undertaker to go to such lengths?

"So dedicated... My family will look for him if we have anything in the future..."

"Yeah, he looks young, but he's really decisive in doing things."

Aunt Zhou opened her mouth slightly, looking at Fang Hui over there in surprise: "Leader, your young colleague is..."

Ning Guohua smiled slightly: "Oh, someone in his family is Mr. Yin Yang, so you must have some feelings about him."

Ning Guohua said this without hesitation, and Ning Helan couldn't help but find it a little funny. To him, it seemed that Fang Hui was just acting crazy.

Until now, his impression of Fang Hui is still that he has a problem with his brain.

Then he quietly took out his phone and recorded it.

Aunt Zhou was moved to tears: "... This child is so sincere, as if it is his own business..."

When Fang Hui kowtowed and felt a little dizzy, his wrist hurt again, and the number returned to "3".

"Thank you! God! Ah, I don't know what you are, anyway, thank you!"

Fang Hui got up quickly with joy, not noticing that the people behind him were already moved to tears by his deep affection and dedication.

"Little brother, great." An uncle came forward, wiping his tears, "Next time my family has something to do, I will invite you."

Fang Hui:?

"Young man, you are really too dedicated, look at your head, it is almost broken..." An old lady came forward and said.

"Hey, I think Xiaoyong is relieved now."

Fang Hui:

"Thank you, kid... I've seen so many funerals, but you're the only one who's so sincere and even got your head bruised. I thank you on behalf of Xiaoyong..." An old man grabbed his hand, tears streaming down his face.

Fang Hui: "

When Fang Hui was completely confused, Ning Guohua came up with a smile on his face: "Let's go and take a look at Zhou Yong's grave."

Ning Guohua had just asked Zhou Yong's aunt, and Zhou Yong's coffin was already on the back mountain.

Behind Zhou Yong's house was a lush mountain, not very high, and it was estimated that it would take an hour to climb to the top of the mountain.

It didn't seem to have been damaged by humans, it was all the villagers' own land, and from time to time you could see a grave built with stone bricks on it.

Some graves were cleaned very well and had fresh chrysanthemums placed in front of them, which looked like people often visited.

Some graves were overgrown with weeds, and the branches of the trees next to them almost covered the tombstones in front of the graves.

Fang Hui's gaze lingered in front of these graves for a few seconds. He wondered if he could have such a tombstone.

Zhou Yong's grave was on the mountainside, and it took several people nearly twenty minutes to climb to it.

Qin Yang, a policeman, was physically fit, needless to say, and Ning Helan was not out of breath.

Ning Guohua was old, but he looked fine.

Only Fang Hui was so tired.

When he was a ghost, he had never felt his legs so heavy. So this was the weight of the soul?

Seeing Fang Hui panting with exhaustion, Qin Yang patted his shoulder heavily: "Fang Hui, how can you be so weak at such a young age? Look at your face, it's so pale, don't you exercise regularly?"

"...Yes." The police uncle asked, Fang Hui was very well behaved.

"You still need to exercise, the body is the capital of revolution." Qin Yang said.

"You are right." Fang Hui did not dare to refute, but what he thought in his heart was that with his paper body now, could he still exercise?

There are some scattered graves here, all cleaned up. According to Zhou Yong's aunt, several people came to Zhou Yong's grave.

But strangely, there was no tombstone in front of Zhou Yong's grave.

"There is no tombstone here either... How can we be sure it is Zhou Yong's grave?" Fang Hui was very skeptical.

Ning Guohua stepped forward and touched the soil on the grave: "According to the rules here, no tombstones or words are erected for the newly deceased within one year."

Fang Hui frowned: "Ah? Why?"

Ning Guohua explained slowly: "Because the people here believe that the deceased may not be reincarnated within a year, and they may miss the place where they lived before and come back to take a look. If they see their name on the tombstone at this time, they will stay in the grave and don't want to leave."

Hearing this, Fang Hui felt a chill on his body.

Seeing that the sunset was about to set in the distance, Fang Hui felt even colder.

Ning Helan squatted down and looked carefully at Wu Yong's grave. The soil was newly dug, and there were wild grasses and flowers in the soil.

The root of a wild flower was dug up, and it was still moist to the touch, and it looked alive.

So Ning Helan dug a hole by hand next to the grave and carefully buried the wild flower in it.

The wild flower was a beautiful blue-purple color, and it had been wilting all the time. After being buried in the wet soil, it looked much better.

"This is Veronica, a common wild flower that can also be used as medicine." Ning Guohua said, and took out a small bottle of water from the sack that Ning Helan was carrying, unscrewed the bottle cap and poured the water on the plant.

The small wild flower looked better than before.

Fang Hui looked at the flower for a few times. He was not interested in this kind of wild flower. His father had planted many flowers on the balcony before.

For Fang Hui, except for the increase of mosquitoes, there was nothing special.

He was a little bored and looked around.

Suddenly, he saw a figure behind a tree trunk not far away.