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Jiang Ning was so frightened that he had a nightmare that night when he returned, and then took a few days off to rest and adjust at home. When he came back, he had already transferred to the office to work as a clerical worker.

Although she can't see Master all the time, she will still pester Fu Baiqiu during the lunch break, go to eat together, and share the snacks she brought.

Living alone for seven years, Fu Baiqiu had no friends around him, and he hadn't contacted his former classmates for a long time. If Shi Jinzhi hadn't suddenly appeared a month ago and forcibly entered her life, she would not have known that she would also have a desire for fireworks.

That kind of feeling of home where you get up in the morning and make breakfast, and come back to eat with someone in the evening.

But that person has been chased away by her.

"Master, what are you thinking?"

A piece of potato chips appeared in front of his eyes, and Fu Baiqiu came back to his senses. Seeing Jiang Ning smiling at her with a potato chip, he opened his mouth in a strange way.

Potato chips barbecue flavor, crunchy when bitten down.

I remember that Shi Jinzhi used to love to eat potato chips, a brand endorsed by a well-known singer, with a spicy flavor, and she would be hungry if she didn’t eat it for a day. She always advised her to eat less, because it is easy to gain weight, and it is not good for the body. She is obedient and says Eat less, eat less, and the frequency changes from one pack every two days to one pack every half a month.

Fu Baiqiu pursed his lips and chewed unhurriedly. Hearing the crisp sound coming from the bones, he suddenly found a little bit of the taste in his memory.

"Eat less puffed food, it's unhealthy." After chewing and swallowing, she unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of hot water, telling the little apprentice in a warm voice.

Jiang Ning smiled while chewing: "Master, why do you look like a veteran cadre?"

"Ok?"

"I won't talk about keeping the thermos cup in your hand. Last week, the director appointed you the 'Ru Zi Niu Award'. If you don't want it, it's a big bonus."

Fu Baiqiu's exquisite eyebrows and eyes were covered with a shadow, and he said lightly: "It's not real, it doesn't deserve its name, and it's a formalism | What do you want to do?"

Jiang Ning said "Ah" and looked at her puzzled.

"I'm off to work, you eat less." Fu Baiqiu's eyes flickered, he patted her on the shoulder, put down the thermos, and left the office.

Maybe it was because she was about to come out of the shadow of that disaster. In the past two years, her sense of morality has become increasingly low, and she has begun to think more about herself. Many so-called "political correctness" things made her sneer, For her, death is the big deal.

Without her relatives, she still has her own life, and she can live resolutely, including her family's share.

Life is long, and she moves forward slowly, but never backward.

Today is the winter solstice, the traditional custom is to worship ancestors on this day, and now cremation is implemented across the country, and the scene of burning gold ingots and paper money on graves is no longer seen in the city.

After Fu Baiqiu got off work, she went directly to the cemetery not far from the funeral home. She didn't bring any flowers, but just took a rag from the trunk of the car.

There are quite a lot of people in the cemetery, and every row of stone monuments looks over, and there are people gathering in twos and threes with bouquets of flowers. If it is in the countryside, someone will burn some paper money by the old earthen grave, and in the slightly remote suburbs, where the management is loose, then Someone will sit on the side of the road with a bag of gold ingots and burn them.

What is followed is a form and what is followed is a custom.

The cold wind pierced into the collar like an ice knife, and the bones seemed to be cracked. Fu Baiqiu tightened the coat on his body, tucked the broken hair on his forehead that was blown by the wind behind his ears, narrowed his eyes slightly, and walked away. Stop before the fifth tombstone in No.12 row.

A total of seven monuments, seven clothes tombs, parents, grandparents, grandparents, younger brother.

She came here once in Qingming, and the flowers that had been put down had already been taken away. There were flower pickers in the cemetery who picked up the flowers that others had sacrificed, and then sold them to others for sacrifice. It was not a secret.

The surface of the steles was covered with a thin layer of dust, and the black-and-white photos were also a little dark. Fu Baiqiu dusted off the rag in his hand, and wiped the steles one by one.

Perhaps the cold wind has been blowing for a long time, and the eyes are uncomfortable and very sore. When it brushes against the mother's monument, her black hair on the sideburns hangs down, and warm liquid gushes out of the eye sockets at the same moment.

Others sacrificed only one monument, but she paid seven yuan, seven times the pain.

"Dad, Mom, Xiaojie, grandpa, grandma, grandma, grandpa, I'm fine, don't worry about it."

"I will live well and live a long life."

The tears on the cheeks were blown cold by the wind, and they kept gushing out fresh and warm ones to cover them. It became colder and hotter, and the skin that had been soaked in water seemed to be frozen.

She wiped carefully, carefully, slowly, her elbows were shaking.

But it's good to have cried. After seven years, the grief is not as strong as it was then.

The winter night came early, and with the cloudy sky, the sky darkened just after five o'clock. After Fu Baiqiu finished wiping the seven steles, he looked up and saw that he was the only one left. The cold wind left the cemetery.

When I got home, street lights were on in the community, bright but cold.

Fu Baiqiu entered the room and turned on the light. Pudding rolled over on his stomach on the carpet, got up halfway, and meowed feebly at her.

This guy is very good at eating. He has to eat six or seven meals a day, small amounts and many times.During the day, Fu Baiqiu went to work, and there was no one at home to make kitten food, and it was not yet old enough to eat cat food, so it could only be so hungry, waiting for her to come back.

After a day of hunger, the cat's life is difficult.

Fu Baiqiu hurriedly changed her slippers and went to make some food for the little master. After a while of scrambling, she breathed a sigh of relief seeing how the pudding was devouring.

Pudding has always been taken care of by Shi Jinzhi. She spends a lot of time at home, which can basically guarantee that Pudding will not be hungry. But now that she is gone, Fu Baiqiu has to go to work by himself, so she can't take care of her.

That does not work.

Fu Baiqiu leaned back on the sofa, lost in thought, and suddenly felt the strange silence around him, so the hands of the wall clock on the wall passed by, and the sound of pudding being eaten was a little ear-piercing.

She habitually looked at the bathroom on the first floor, where the lights were not turned on, no one was taking a shower, and there was no sound of running water.Looking at the glossy grand piano next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, the piano bench is empty, and the black and white keys seem to move by themselves in the next second, playing chaotic or smooth notes.

That person is not there.

This month, it was like a dream within a dream. She couldn't help but wonder if that person really came back, and if he really existed at a certain point in her life.

She was driven away by her.

Fu Baiqiu came back to his senses, rubbed his temples with his index finger, took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat. She had no more than twenty friends on her list, and she didn't send a single private message except for official account push.

The avatar of Peppa Pig lay quietly at the top of her message list.

The last time she asked Shi Jinzhi to come and carry the luggage in two days, it has been a week, and that person hasn't moved at all.

Do you want to remind me?It looked like she couldn't wait.

Fu Baiqiu stared at the WeChat interface hesitatingly, suddenly a call came in, and the eye-catching word "Shi" came into view.

Her hands trembled, and she flicked the answer button lightly, but there was a deep and anxious male voice: "Hello, is this Fu Baiqiu? I'm Jinzhi's brother."

"What's wrong?" she asked in surprise.

"Something happened to Jinzhi, is it convenient for you to come to xx Hospital now? I'll send you the address."

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