On the first day after putting the little white porcelain jar on the cabinet, she went to work as usual. People at work asked her if she had a cold yesterday, and she nodded and said yes. By the time she got off work, Deng Yilan still didn't feel anything at all.
, the idea of "Han Jun is dead" actually came to her mind several times, but it didn't seem to touch her much.
When she got home, she took out her key and opened the door. When she bent down to change her shoes, she shouted inside: "Honey, I'll go back -"
Deng Yilan remembered. She was silent for a while, put on her slippers, walked into the dim living room, turned on the light, and looked around. There was nothing missing. A stack of unfinished missing persons notices was piled next to the TV.
The dried orange peels that were not thrown away in time a few days ago were still on the coffee table... but the house seemed empty.
It was almost the same as when he was working the night shift. She came home and found that there was no one at home. Deng Yilan slowly sat down on the sofa and looked up at the clock on the wall. By five or six in the morning, she could usually hear
The sound of Han Jun taking out the key to open the door was heard. She used to hate Han Jun working the late shift, not because she was afraid of falling asleep alone, but because she didn't like him coming back either early or late, disturbing her sleep.
When she opened her eyes from the sofa the next morning, she washed her face and went to work without changing her clothes. There was a eldest sister among her colleagues with whom she had a good relationship. During lunch, she even asked, "When are you ready?"
"I'm having a baby." She replied, "I don't know yet."
The third day was more uncomfortable because her parents finally found out and the police went to question her. The second elder went straight to the door and sighed, and the room was filled with smoke. She told her father several times to go to the balcony to smoke, but she could still find cigarette ashes on the ground. She
She went to work anyway, and her mother looked at it and said, "This is so scary. Why are you not afraid at all?"
On the fourth day, Deng Yilan was doing accounting in the unit. After working for a while, she found that her colleagues in the office were staring at her. She wiped her face and realized that she was crying. Now she could no longer hide the matter, and the unit approved it for her.
Even if she begged her boss not to give her a day off and she didn't want to go home, everyone still felt that she needed to go back.
Before leaving, the eldest sister who asked her when she planned to give birth came up with a sad look on her face.
"I really don't know..." She sighed as she waited for the elevator with Deng Yilan, "When will he be cremated? My child will have his final exam soon, and I may not be able to go to the farewell ceremony. I will give you some thoughts...
"
"No need," Deng Yilan said, "the day after I found him, they informed me that the cremation was complete. There was no farewell ceremony."
The eldest sister was stunned. "The next day? But didn't you say that he - he was -"
It is always difficult to speak these words directly in front of the bereaved family members. Deng Yilan felt something start to stir in her body again, stirring up the dark night violently, as if it was going to kill her from the inside.
Tear open - After calming down, she heard herself reply: "Yes."
"It's so fast. Don't you need an autopsy?" As soon as the elder sister said this, she suddenly realized that she shouldn't have said this and added: "Oh, the autopsy must have been completed."
Autopsy. She had never thought about this issue - rather, when she couldn't help but think of Han Jun's last appearance, her first reaction was to suppress it immediately. These days, she didn't even ask
How is the progress? Even assisting in the investigation, that is, that happened in the early morning of the 11th. Didn't you ask her to identify the woman wearing the hat?
Deng Yilan felt a little uncomfortable, so she called the [ ] bureau. The policewoman who answered the phone was very nice and told her that the surveillance was being adjusted and that she was going through the procedures before. The autopsy report had not been released yet and asked her to wait for notification.
After returning home, her parents were still there and said they would stay with her for a few days. Deng Yilan was a little grateful to her parents. When she opened the door and saw someone in the house, it was more comforting than anything else.
"Either you go home and live there, and I will take care of you," her mother told her. "If you rent this house, you can get an extra subsidy."
"Not renting." She lowered her head and peeled the peanuts, but didn't eat them. She piled them one by one. "This is Hanjun's house."
"Then he's dead, and now he's yours! Oh, it's not that I don't feel sorry for you..." Her mother seemed to think it was not good to say this now. She sat down and looked at her for a few times, then sighed heavily and said, "This child
I’m still sad, but I’m holding everything in my heart. Whatever you’re sad about, don’t be sad, everyone has this day.”
"Stop talking."
Instead, her mother got angry and said to her father: "Look at her, she was in her thirties and picked a short-lived one! It will be even harder to find a second marriage in the future, although people are more open-minded now.
I'm not afraid of divorce, but you said your husband is dead..."
Deng Yilan stood up, strode back to the bedroom, swung the door hard, and locked it.
"What are you talking about!" she heard her father say vaguely in the living room. For once, her mother didn't reply. She muttered a few words and then fell silent.
After a while, her father came over and asked her to open the door. Deng Yilan crawled out from the quilt, took a look in the closet mirror, and found that she looked totally different. When she opened the door, her father was stunned when he looked at her.
Her father was not good at saying words of comfort and relief, but he managed to do so with great difficulty. He also explained a few words to her mother, and finally asked her to be well and not to worry about it.
"What can't I get over?" Deng Yilan wiped her tears and said, "He died in a mysterious way. Before I can figure it out, what can't I get over?"
Her father opened his mouth, wanted to say something, then closed his mouth. After walking out for a few steps, he turned back and solemnly warned her: "Deng Yilan, just stay at home and cooperate with the investigation and wait for the results.
Don't go out and mess around by yourself."
What does "making nonsense" mean? Her father seems to be trying to persuade her not to do something, but he doesn't dare to say it directly, maybe because he is afraid that it will make her think.
Deng Yilan thought about the last words Han Jun said to her over and over again. She opened the "City Traffic Information Encyclopedia" on her mobile phone. She entered "Tongdi Wharf" and the search results came out - she said on June 6
She searched once and later posted a missing person notice, but she could not remember the bus number.
When she closed the information directory, she saw that a software had been added to her phone at some point, called Master M. She must have never installed this software. To install mobile software, she had to go to the software store to pick it up, pay for it, and connect to the computer on site... She recently
How can you feel like this?
Master M crashed when she opened it and couldn't delete it. She thought for a while and called the [] bureau again.
"...Because my cell phone was only taken away from me that night,"
Before she could finish her explanation, the policewoman interrupted her.
"We are pretending," the other party said. "If a criminal contacts you, we will be able to detect the other party's message, so don't touch it."
Technology is so advanced that this can be detected. Deng Yilan hung up the phone and looked at Master M's icon for a while, secretly hoping that the woman in the hat would call her now, just in time to bump into Master M's hand and be
Caught and shot - she couldn't handle this case alone, there must be an accomplice, and they would all be shot!
She suddenly thought, this is the difference between her and Han Jun. If someone silently puts a software in Han Jun's phone, even if it is good for him, he will definitely be unhappy.
This person is like this, very strange...
When she walked into the living room, she found her parents watching TV commercials.
"It's really strange. It's in newspapers and on TV. It's advertised in so many places. How much does it cost?" Her mother was muttering in a low voice, "And what is this advertisement? I can't understand it."
"Maybe it's another activity for young people," her father looked up, saw her, and greeted her, "Come over and have a look. Do you know what's going on? It'll just distract you."
Although she was not in the mood, Deng Yilan still took a look. This was an advertisement inserted in the middle of the TV series. Only a paragraph of text floated on the screen, motionless. There was a line of small words in the lower right corner, "Operation Secret Whistle, will be broadcast in 1 minute and 53 seconds", the time
The countdown continues, but the advertisement remains unchanged. The washing powder, sanitary napkins, and cars of the past have all disappeared.
She read the passage.
"I came here on June 2nd, and my health is still stable. I want to return to the Twelve Realms. According to our speculation, the degradation we encountered here may be restored after returning. I have a way to find a visa, and
No need to cause damage, but I still need help. If you are the same person as me and you want to go back, no matter how long you have been here, please be sure to contact me and tell your paper crane to find Lin Sanjiu, or in other ways
Respond to me."
"What is this?" Deng Yilan's mind was indeed distracted for a moment, "I can't understand it either."
After saying that, she glanced at the words "Twelve Worlds" again and felt a little familiar.
"Oh, it's starting," her dad said, "Come on, sit down and watch for a while."
Amidst the constant sound of gunfire, Deng Yilan's eyes were fixed on the faces flashing on the screen, fighting passionately, but her mind was filled with the passage she just saw. Why does it feel familiar? She must have been there before.
Where have I heard this word... Twelve Realms...
"I'm going to bed first."
She didn't want to look anymore, stood up, and walked past the tearful and resolute face of the heroine on the screen. The heroine had just learned that the hero's old lover was brutally killed by the enemy, and she was encouraging him to turn hatred into strength.
, destroy the enemy together. Deng Yilan felt that both of them acted like they were mentally ill.
After closing the bedroom door, she lay on the bed, put her hand on Hanjun's pillow, and gently rubbed the fabric with her fingers. Not long ago, his hair, skin and breath were pressed against this layer of fabric.
"Actually, sometimes I think about it, life like this is pretty good."
On days off, they would stay in bed for a while in the morning. One time, Hanjun just woke up from his sleep, his voice was still a little hoarse, and he didn't know what he was dreaming about. He looked at the ceiling and said softly to her: "Where did I think of it before?
I can still have a wife and a house to live in..."
"It sounds like you used to be a homeless person." Deng Yilan answered while looking at her cell phone, not taking it seriously at all.
"When I was in the Twelve Realms, I was really good at..." Han Jun suddenly stopped talking.
Deng Yilan jumped up suddenly, her heart pounding in shock.
