Before I drove to Yuanshan Cemetery, I took a quick look and saw that there were already a long line of cars parked on the side of the road. No need to add up, they were all going to see the haunted building. Alas, if the media back then were as powerful as they are now, I think
The developer wouldn't have to pay so much that he couldn't even afford his underpants.
But now it seems that all this trouble is useless. If I can't think of how to make a living in this game, even if Zhuo Jing buys this land, the result will be compensation. However, I can't watch Zhuo Jing get slapped in the face.
ah.
Even though I have passed the age of 20 when I was most aggressive, I will still push myself for Zhuo Jing. Who told me to stick out my little neck after he said I believe you?!
If there is no comparison, then the Yuanshan Cemetery and the ghost building below can be said to be brothers and sisters. A cemetery where the deceased can only beg for mercy, and a real estate where living people would not care to live in even if it is free. Originally, it is still
It's quite harmonious, but now the ghost building has been mixed up by Zhuo Jing and has a lively appearance, while the appearance of the cemetery is still gloomy and dilapidated in a state of self-admiration.
After parking the car, I looked at the overall state of the cemetery with half-squinted eyes. The afterglow of the setting sun was still a bit dazzling. I took out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket, took out one, lit it, held it in my mouth, and took two puffs.
There is no need to inhale the cigarette, just to remind the guys who live here that when someone comes, they should hide and hide, and it is best not to make trouble with me.
This is similar to the habit of some people knocking on the door twice before going in to see a hotel when staying in a hotel, or shouting "I'm back" when entering a house after traveling. Only by respecting each other can we achieve ecological harmony!
As soon as the fireworks started, I didn’t have to worry about it. I just walked in. It wasn’t my first time here, and the road was quite familiar. I remembered that the evergreen pine trees were all swaying here and there before, but now they seem to be able to stand upright.
They are straight and lined up like little sentinels on guard, which is not an ordinary sight.
Some dilapidated tombstones have also been repaired cleanly. The leaves in late summer are still very green. In the past, when I went up the mountain, I would feel that they were particularly shabby because they had grown too lush and had already extended to the steps. But this time they didn’t.
, the branches have obviously been pruned, standing neatly to show its original posture, even the steps that used to have missing teeth and edges have been trimmed into angular shapes. Drink, I am really surprised. This is
The person in charge of the cemetery solicited sponsorship?
No, there are so many cemeteries now. There is little chance that the government will pay for them. They would have been out long ago, and I don’t think the gate has been renovated. Generally, if the government pays for it, then you have to pay more attention to the outside rather than the inside.
Ah, private money is invested by the family members of the deceased. But most of the people buried here are people from ordinary families. Rich people are not allowed to find more suitable places. The occupancy rate here is still so low. The cemetery
It's so hard to run, so how can you have the extra money to carry out these projects and maintain them?
Although I couldn't figure it out, the road up the road went smoothly. It didn't take long before I found Aunt Xuehua's tomb. It wasn't until I got closer that I was sure it was Aunt Xuehua's.
The tombstones that once collapsed and were crooked have been replaced. Today, the tombstones are still carved with fine patterns. There are dragon hands on the left and right in front of the tombstones and gold-lacquered inscriptions. They are spotless.
I opened my mouth and was really surprised by this situation. Most of the graves along the way had been repaired, but Aunt Xuehua was definitely a wealthy person here!
I knelt down and saw that the smiling photo of Aunt Xuehua was still on the tombstone. The stone platform in front of the tombstone where the incense candles and sacrificial objects were placed was a little dark. When I reached out and touched it, I saw heavy incense ash. This meant that people often came there.
It is definitely impossible for Jiang Meiyuan to come to offer incense and worship. Could it be that it is Yu Xiangling? But she has eye problems, wouldn't it be troublesome to come often?
Turning around, I saw the evergreen pine tree behind me where Aunt Xuehua's child had been buried. Surprisingly, there was also a lush camellia tree next to it. It had grown a lot taller. It was not the flowering season yet, but look at this posture.
When the weather cooled down, it bloomed without any problem. Unexpectedly, it was still alive!
Lowering my eyes, I saw a few dirty bullet beans under the evergreen pine tree that looked like the kind of bullet beans I played with when I was a child. I picked them up and looked at them carefully. They were jelly beans, a favorite type of food for children. I took care of them.
I also bought this when I was a child. It is almost certain that someone with good intentions came to take care of it. If Yu Xiangling wanted to use Fang Xuehua to threaten Jiang Meiyuan, then this person must be her!
I swallowed my saliva, if that's the case, then it's okay, this is obviously the enemy of my enemy is my friend thing!
I turned around in a hurry, took my bag, quickly laid out the sacrificial items, and muttered silently: "Aunt Xuehua, I encountered some changes, so I haven't been able to come to worship often, but you haven't been there either.
Give me a dream, Jiaolong, I don’t know if you are thinking about it now, but you must not be blinded by someone with evil intentions. Putting aside the grudges between you and Jiang Meiyuan, it was Yu Xiangling who helped to abuse your child.
You can't help her because of her evil deeds, she is using you, I..."
The wind was strong at that time, and the sacrificial items I had just laid out were blown to pieces in an instant. I squinted my eyes and tried to straighten them again. I felt that Aunt Xuehua would sell me some thin noodles, at least.
, her child was brought back with my help, but her temperament seemed to have changed drastically and she became more and more manic. I sat down on the ground in a rage and said, "Aunt Xuehua, calm down!"
When I propped up my arms and tried to squat down, the picture of Aunt Xuehua on the tombstone became angry again, and the sound of the wind accompanied by a female voice roared into my ears: "Go away!!!!!"
I was so excited that I sat down directly on the ground. What happened?!
At the same time, I heard the sound of rapid footsteps in my ears, and shouted at me from a distance: "What are you doing! No open fires are allowed here! You must register for worship!!!"
I couldn't care about that man at all. When the wind stopped, I stumbled to a pile of rocks. I touched it with my hand. It was like an electric current struck me. The moment I retracted, I still saw a corner of the yellow talisman exposed under the pile of rocks.
Paper, what did this Yu Xiangling instill in Aunt Xuehua!
"What's wrong with you? Are you allowed to touch the things in this cemetery?"
I was grabbed by the arm by the person running close to me and pulled up. "If you want to worship your ancestors, you have to register at the sacrificial furnace below us. You can go to the graves and burn paper as you like on the top of your home!!"
Seeing that I didn't say anything, the man got excited and pointed at the thing that had been messed up by the wind just now and started spitting.
I raised my eyes and looked at him: "When did you become so strict?"
He was stunned for a moment and said: "Hey, our management has always been so strict! Whose cemetery is not like this! What if you make a fire and cause a fire here!!"
I was really too lazy to live with him in vain, and now he was acting so arrogant. I wonder who pretended to be dead here before. I looked back at Aunt Xuehua’s tomb, and I took a deep breath and forced myself to squeeze.
He smiled and looked at the man: "Brother, you look familiar! Do you still remember me? I used to come here often, and those flowers, those flowers were planted by me!"
He looked at me with a pulled face: "There are too many people buried here, how can I remember you? Okay, if you want to send something, just follow me to the sacrificial furnace below to deliver it. Don't deliver it here again. This tomb
It is under special protection! No one can worship it casually!"
Hey, this gets to the point. If necessary, I can only try to brush my face. I took off my sunglasses and still looked at him with a smile: "Brother, you really don't know me?"
This time, he frowned and looked at me as if thinking, "You are..."
"Think about it?"
I blinked at him, never expecting that one day I would have to act cute with the staff in the cemetery.
"Who are you……"
My expression froze. Well, it seems that I am not as famous as I thought. These days, if I don't make the news, I will be completely forgotten.
"I'm Ma Jiao..."
"Oh! Intersex!! That's an intersex, right!!!"
Your mother...
I resisted the urge to throw a straight right punch and looked at him and nodded, "Yes, I am Ma Jiaolong."
"It's really you. You're really tall in real life! Is it 1.8 meters? No, I'm 175 and about the same as you. Have you had surgery? Where have you been in the past two years? Didn't you always make predictions before?
Well, what now..."
"Brother!!"
I interrupted him and motioned him to take a look at Aunt Xuehua's tomb: "Brother, one of my aunts is buried in this tomb. I have been away from home for the past two years. When I came back, I found that the place has changed a lot."
"Of course, someone has invested money, so our place has been completely renovated. You see, the trees have been replanted... But wait, you said your aunt is buried there?"
I hummed, "My relative, eldest brother, you also said that this tomb is under special protection, who told me..."
"Did I say that?"
He still refused to admit it, and looked at me and puffed up his chest: "This place is under special protection! Our current management is very strict!"
"No, brother, let's just say who invested in you."
I said, took out some pink notes and stuffed them into his hand. He took a look at it, gave me a disdainful look and pushed it back: "I'm sorry, this is a regular cemetery, and some secrets cannot be leaked.
, I can’t talk nonsense to you just because I’ve seen you on TV, and you are suspected of lying to me. I am very familiar with the information about every deceased person here. This Fang Xuehua has no nephews or nephews at all.
She is my niece. Now that I have finished what I have to say, you have to come down with me. We have visitation time regulations. You cannot worship at will without registration!!!"
"Hey! I can explain that this is not a hospital. What are the set times? Don't hold me back... I'll go by myself. My bag is still there!!"
…
Nine p.m.
I was sitting on the sofa with my hair messed up by myself, still thinking about how embarrassed I was when the old man grabbed my arm and dragged me down. I still remember that a few years ago, I wanted to go up and plant potted flowers and stuff some money into it.
Now everything has changed. In the end, I had no choice but to give him all the cash I had in my pocket. Only then did this man feel like he could reward me and promise not to tell me that I had been here.
go out.
Fortunately, it's not really hard to take soft and hard, Yu Xiangling's move is very hard!
No wonder Jiang Meiyuan was afraid, her pigtails were caught very tightly, but what she didn't expect was that Yu Xiangling had changed her ways. She was quite willing to spend money in order to use Aunt Xuehua for her own use, thinking that Aunt Xuehua was right.
My attitude was obviously resistant and not easy to correct. I thought she would be able to think of it after I gave her the child. But what should I do? After so many years, once she comes out with anger,
Don't go on a killing spree!
The most important thing is that even if I fight her, I still have to worry about Aunt Xuemei, not to mention whether it will be a fight to the death in the end. It cannot be said that in order to ensure the safety of the Zhuo family, I will end up making Aunt Xuehua never live.
Superborn.
"No, I have to go in the next two days..."
While I was talking to myself, the doorbell rang again. I glanced at the time. Didn't this Liu Zongbao come to the toilet again at night?
"Zong Bao, couldn't you have... Zhuo Jing? No, Mr. Zhuo, why are you here?!"
I was stunned the moment I opened the door. This mother and son came to the door without saying hello. Could you please not show up when my hair was tingling like a killer?
"It seems that you have a really good relationship with that guy named Zong Bao, but I also have a good impression of him."
He looked at me with nothing unusual on his face: "Why, won't you invite me in?"
I arranged my hair randomly and blocked the door without moving: "You have something to do?"
"What, is there someone in the house?"
After taking a look at his clothes, he felt casual for the first time since he came back, as if he came from home, "Forget it, come in, the room is a bit messy, don't worry about it."
He didn't answer. He looked around after entering the door and seemed to agree with my statement: "It's a bit messy."
I haven't put away the waste paper yet, but when I saw him walking into the living room, I took the initiative to put it away twice, and then stood and looked at him: "I have something to do, Mr. Zhuo. I suddenly went to visit someone at night. I don't think I'll do it."
It’s very etiquette.”
He sat generously on my sofa, picked up a piece of paper that I hadn't had time to clean up, opened it and took a look: "Haven't thought of it yet? Huh?"
I cleared my throat: "Let's get down to business, Mr. Zhuo, I'm going to rest."
He looked at the paper without even raising his eyes: "I think you call me by my name quite smoothly, but calling me Mr. Zhuo is a bit deliberate."
I was so troubled, I sighed and looked at him: "What on earth is going on? I really need to rest!"
He smiled again, looked up at me, and said, "What?"
Oops, I really can't look at this, my little heart is pounding again, look away, can we stop making trouble?
Perhaps because he saw my awkward reaction, Zhuo Jing stood up directly and concealed his smile: "Please pack your things and go to my place."
"What? I'm not going!"
"It's Tianqi who keeps crying. In the past, I could just be there when he cried. This time, I think it would be more useful for you to go... I think you also know the impact of a child crying on his body."
God prays...
It's really my weakness.
"Then just give me a call. There's no need to make a trip!"
Zhuo Jing seemed to have his own reasons: "I'm asking you to go, isn't it very sincere?" As he said that, he pointed to my coffee table with his chin: "Feng Shui Bureau can be thought of anywhere, my study
How about I lend it to you?"
I glanced in the direction of the balcony unintentionally. Everything for tonight is ready. It’s no problem if I’m not at home. “I have to come back tomorrow morning, and I’m only going for this night.”
"Can."
He nodded, catching the direction of my eyes just now, and glanced at it. I forgot to close the curtain after finishing it at night, but it was clear at this moment: "Are you raising a kid?"
I didn't expect him to understand, "Well, didn't you want me to deal with Yu Xiangling? This is the action I took, but I don't know how Mr. Zhuo's Rong family is doing? I can take care of Yu Xiangling before the end of the month, but
Can Mr. Zhuo give me the Rong family before the end of the month?"
"Zhuo Jing."
He seemed to emphasize something different from me: "Tell Zhuo Jing to be comfortable and go pack your things. I'm not someone who goes back on my words."
I nodded and didn't respond. He knew what he was talking about, so I naturally had no objection.
I went back to the bedroom, changed my clothes, tidied up my appearance, and went out to look at Zhuo Jing: "Can I ask you a question?"
Zhuo Jing was still looking at the paper ball unfolded in his hand. Hearing this, he opened his mouth and said, "Say."
"Um...what do you mean by buying so many sanitary napkins..."
He still didn't raise his eyes, standing there motionless like a sculpture. After a long while, he answered directly: "I don't know."
These three words confused me for a moment, "You don't know? You should have a reason."
"I have no idea."
He put down the paper in his hand and looked at me seriously: "How do I explain my actions that I don't even know about? What do you want me to say?"
I shrugged: "Okay, then I'll treat it as a benefit for your partners." It's all because you took the wrong medicine!
Zhuo Jing was noncommittal. When he opened the door, he suddenly turned to look at me: "Does the Ferris wheel tell a story to me? I don't like the seat, but why do I like to watch it?"
I was bending over to put on my shoes and paused for a moment, then shook my head: "I don't know either."
I could feel Zhuo Jing's eyes falling on me for a while, then he said lightly: "You really know how to reciprocate."
I didn't want to say anything more, and stood quietly beside him waiting for the elevator. On the one hand, I was worried, and on the other hand, if I talked too much, I would be hurt.
When the elevator door opened in front of us, I noticed something was wrong with Zhuo Jing after we entered. He wouldn't look back from time to time, not knowing what he was looking at.
I followed his eyes and said, "There's nothing in here. You're wearing a sunbathing needle, so don't be afraid."
"I'm not afraid."
Zhuo Jing glanced at me: "Just at that moment, I seemed to hear someone shouting, it was a child's voice..."
"Shout? What are you shouting for?"
"Let's go..." Zhuo Jing frowned, as if he was trying hard to distinguish, "No, get out."
My heart tightened and I lowered my eyes, "You must have had similar dreams, this is normal..."
"It should be something that happened to me before."
He seemed to know it well: "When I behave in a way that I can't explain, I know that this is something I have done before..."
I didn't respond, but I heard him call my name: "Ma Jiaolong... people with selective amnesia, aren't they very sad?"
She looked at him blankly. This face was nothing compared to the dazzling and impressive person he showed on TV during the day, and said, "Maybe what you choose to forget are your bad memories. People have to look forward.
of."
The elevator door opened in response.
"Forget it, let's go."
He seemed to respond helplessly, and the moment he raised his feet, he naturally took my hand. In my surprised eyes, he seemed to be surprised by his own actions, "Why?"
"ah."
You hold my hand, you ask me.
He seemed to no longer expect me to give him any answers, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Ma Jiaolong, can't you tell me a lie that I can believe? What kind of damn instinct is this!" (To be continued)