At dawn, Fang Yiwei submitted a letter of resignation to the secretary and still went to work in the office. Standing on the last shift, he has such an ethic. The secretary had been meeting guests all morning, and he still had time to talk to Yiwei in the middle, Yiwei felt bored, he had made up his mind, and he didn't want to grind any more. Without speculation, the secretary threw the resignation letter to the ground. Fang Yiwei didn't pick it up, turned around and walked out of the secretary's office, and when he was about to go out, the secretary had a calm face, obviously annoyed: "Since you want to leave, just as soon as possible, I will let someone take your place immediately." ”

Fang Yiwei turned around, bowed deeply to the secretary, and walked out. He knew that his boss was trying to keep him, but he was determined to go. And the secretary did not drag the mud and water, and immediately called the chief of the secretary section, and the middle-aged old section chief had no choice but to hide the beer belly on the cat's waist and temporarily become the secretary's attendant.

When he walked out of the compound, Fang Yiwei was relieved. He booked a plane ticket to Beijing and went home to pack his bags. Putting the photos of Liu Ningbo into his suitcase, his whole heart was numb. Maybe he should be greater, make some contribution to the small city where he lives, sacrifice the ego, and fulfill the big self, but he can't do it. Dragging his suitcase, he walked out of the iron gate of No. 18 Bachimen, and looked back at the small courtyard deeply. Ning Bo, I'm going to Beijing to join Uncle Xie Fan, if your soul can't see me when you come back here, go to Uncle Xie Fan to find me.

Leaving is such a gorgeous robe, every dazzling button is a scabbed wound, and the pain is self-evident. The road from the iron gate through the alley to the street was so long and miserable, as if he had relived the life he had experienced, until he was in the street where the crowds flowed, and he still felt like he was in a different world.

Farewell, Condensation. Farewell, a small town full of sycamores. Farewell, little secretary Fang Yiwei. He wants to say goodbye to his old self, get out of here, and start a new life.

"Yiwei-" A girl's voice came from behind him, Fang Yiwei turned around and saw Xiang Bing'er. In the midst of the traffic and people, Xiang Bing'er stood haggardly, with embarrassed tears on his face. She ran towards him, ran to him, and before she could gain a firm foothold, she said hurriedly: "Don't go, do you hate me so much? Would rather give up your job and leave here than marry me, why, why do you hate me so much? You used to like me, have you forgotten? I am your Bing'er!"

Xiang Bing'er stubbornly pleaded his case, because he was leaving, Fang Yiwei seemed calm. "Bing'er," he said, "there is no fate between us, and the twisted melon is not sweet, do you understand?"

"I don't understand, I'm not as alive as a dead person, what's so good about Liu Ningbo?" Xiang Bing'er grabbed Fang Yiwei's hand urgently, Fang Yiwei shook it off vigorously, he didn't want to entangle with her, and he didn't want to talk to her anymore.

"It's good to do it yourself. Fang Yiwei dragged his luggage, shook off Xiang Bing'er's entanglement, and stretched out his hand to stop a taxi. He put his luggage in the trunk and ignored Xiang Bing'er and got into the taxi. In the rearview mirror, Xiang Bing'er was chasing after the car, and he looked at it expressionlessly. Suddenly, the images in the rearview mirror became chaotic, and a small car that broke out of nowhere hit Xiang Bing'er, Xiang Bing'er's body was shot into the air, and then fell heavily on the body of the car, and quickly rolled to the ground. Xiang Bing'er's screams, the sudden braking of the car, and the commotion of the crowd were tangled together.

"Stop!" Fang Yiwei shouted to the taxi driver. He could already see blood all over the floor in the rearview mirror, and the bright red liquid messed up his barren thoughts.

"Bing'er!Bing'er!" rushed forward, picked up Xiang Bing'er in a pool of blood, Fang Yiwei began to tremble, and all grievances and grievances at the moment of life and death were insignificant. I saw Xiang Bing'er open her eyes slightly, grabbed Yiwei's hand hard, and said with the last bit of strength: "Don't go, I don't want to leave you, I want to be with you, I know it's wrong, Yiwei, I'm sorry......" Xiang Bing'er's hand hung down, her eyelids closed, and the blood on her face quickly faded and turned as white as snow. Fang Yiwei yelled hysterically at the driver who caused the accident: "Call an ambulance!"

Bai Tianming stood up from the radiology department's machine and took the cane that Rou Sang handed him. He is recovering well, but he was injured in the line of duty, and the government has allocated a lot of money for his treatment. One of the two unlucky leaders died, and the other became a vegetative person, and he not only survived, but he was also the one who would be blessed if he didn't die, and he was promoted immediately after his injuries healed.

His attending physician stepped forward to shake hands with him, "Director Bai, I'll call you again when the results of the re-examination come out, but it seems that there should be no big problem, your body and bones are already good." ”

Bai Tianming smiled and nodded, said goodbye to the doctor, and let Rou Sang walk out of the hospital building with his arms. As soon as I walked downstairs to the hall, I saw the ambulance neighing and stopping at the entrance of the hall, several medical staff jumped out of the car, and then carried down a stretcher, on which lay a girl covered in blood, and a group of people rushed to the emergency room. The medical staff was followed by Fang Yiwei, who was walking in a hurry. Bai Tianming was startled, grabbed Rou Sang's hand and said, "Isn't this Yiwei? The girl on the stretcher can't be Ning Bo?" He was not yet healed, and he walked with a limp, and he could not go fast. Rousang frowned, so she had to catch up.

Chased to the door of the emergency room, the medical staff had already pushed the stretcher into the emergency room, the closed door reflected the blazing lights, and Fang Yiwei was pacing back and forth outside the door.

"Yiwei—" Bai Ming called.

Fang Yiwei turned around and saw Bai Ming staggering over, and immediately greeted him, "Brother Tianming, why are you here?"

"I'm coming to the hospital for a follow-up, what's wrong?" asked Bai Ming, pointing to the door of the emergency room.

"Car accident. Fang Yiwei said in a low voice.

Bai Tianming immediately raised his voice: "How could there be a car accident? How could Ning Bo have a car accident?"

"Don't get excited, your body hasn't recovered yet!" Rou Sang muttered unhappily.

Fang Yiwei held Bai Tianming's arm and said, "Brother Tianming, you misunderstood, it's not Ning Bo, it's Bing'er." ”

Bai Tianming breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his brows, and said, "It's not Ning Bo, what about Ning Bo?" I haven't seen her for a long time, this girl with no conscience, I don't see her to see me, what are she busy with?"

At the mention of Ning Bo, Fang Yiwei's face darkened sharply, and his eyes were full of lost soul.

Seeing this, Bai Minghu asked suspiciously, "Where is Ning Bo? Why don't you speak?"

"Ningbo, Ningbo has passed away. A tear fell from Fang Yiwei's eyes.

Bai Tianming staggered backwards and stared at Fang Yiwei in disbelief. Rou Sang immediately supported him and asked Yiwei, "Yiwei, did you just say that Liu Ningbo is dead?"

Fang Yiwei nodded bitterly.

Bai Ming immediately roared: "How is it possible?"

The roar made Rou Sang and Yi Wei jump up, and Rou Sang reproached: "Tianming, what are you doing here? How could Yi Wei lie?"

Bai Tianming pushed Rousang away, grabbed Fang Yiwei and didn't let go, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said in a trembling voice: "You want to see people when you live, and you want to see corpses when you die, you said that Ning Bo is dead, where is she buried?"

"Tianming, what are you doing? There are still people lying in this emergency room, how can he take you to see Liu Ningbo?"

"You're guarding here!" Bai Tianming threw a sentence at Rou Sang, and then pulled Fang Yiwei and walked out, looking at the back of the two stumbling, Rou Sang was a little depressed. At this moment, she suddenly stopped feeling guilty about herself and Bai Lang's secrets, all these years, she knew that Bai Tianming's heart had always hidden a Liu Ningbo, and that kind of soul protection was a thousand times more terrible than physical derailment. This is also the reason why she deliberately neglects Bai Ming on weekdays, he has his spiritual sustenance, she also has her soul pursuit, she puts all her attention on art, her painting skills are becoming more and more excellent, and then she finds that she has changed from the deliberate snub of Bai Ming to habit and indifference. She really didn't care about him anymore. She indulged him, she didn't care about his entertainment and acting outside, she had her paintings, and now she still had her sky. But at this moment, she was still angry and displeased, she couldn't help but feel jealous in her heart, and she was excited when she heard the news of Liu Ningbo's death. Everyone is already dead, what does she care about so much? What's more, doesn't she also hide a Bai Bai Lang in her heart? Liu Ningbo is dead, Bai Bai Lang is still alive, this is the time bomb in their marriage, it can be detonated anytime and anywhere.

Rou Sang walked to the bench and sat down, she looked up at the red light in the emergency room, all kinds of depression.

Chapter 63: The Crying Spirit

Bai Tianming cried bitterly in front of Liu Ningbo's tomb, and finally turned around and gave Fang Yiwei a hard punch, and with one punch, both of them took a big step. When Fang Yiwei raised his head, the corners of his mouth were already bloodshot. He wiped the warm liquid with his hands, only to feel that his entire mouth was filled with a salty smell.

"How did she die?" Bai Tianming turned his face away, he didn't want to look directly at Fang Yiwei, he was afraid that the anger in his eyes would burn him to death.

"Jumping in the lake. Fang Yiwei's voice couldn't be lower, he had a thousand feelings of guilt in his heart, it was he who didn't take good care of her, it was he who made her lose hope in life, and it was he who made her go to a dead end...... Before Fang Yiwei could finish repenting in his heart, Bai Tianming had already stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar, his face was flushed, his eyes were full of red silk, his temples were protruding, his chest was rising and falling violently, and his voice was hoarse and trembling: "Jumping into the lake? You mean that Ning Bo committed suicide by jumping into the lake, you bastard! How did you do someone else's husband?" Bai Tianming had already punched Fang Yiwei's face several times in a row, Fang Yiwei fell to the ground, he stepped forward again and grabbed his collar, only to find that his eyes were full of despair. This kind of dejected gaze that made him obedient made Bai Ming's fist raised in mid-air hang down, and the person immediately sat down on the ground.

"Why, why did it become like this? I always thought that you could take good care of her, I always thought that if I married you, Ning Bo would be transferred, and she would say goodbye to all kinds of misfortunes in the past and embark on a happy life from now on, why would she be so unlucky?" Bai Bai Ming muttered to himself, suddenly got up and rushed to Liu Ningbo's tombstone, he stroked the black and white photo of Liu Ningbo on the tombstone, and cried, "Whose fate is your destiny? Why are you so unfortunate all your life?" If I know that this person can't give you happiness, I will take care of you myself no matter what! It's my fault, it's my fault that I'm too selfish to give you fair and honest love, it's my fault, big brother, I'm sorry for you!"

Fang Yiwei got up from the ground, he looked at Bai Tianming's grief-stricken back, listening to his confession, his heart was like being pierced by countless steel needles. Touching his chest in great pain, he slowly turned around and staggered. People are dead, their souls are broken, what is the point of all the sadness? He remembered that there was still Xiang Bing'er who had been in a car accident lying in the hospital, no matter how much he hated this person, but she was injured and her life and death were uncertain, so he had to go back to the hospital because of reason and morality. He told himself that as long as he was sure that Bing'er's injuries were okay, he would leave the city and get rid of all these disturbances. On the path leading to the gate of the cemetery stood an old woman, her back to Fang Yiwei, her forehead pressed with one hand, and her body was shaking. Fang Yiwei's eyes widened in surprise, and as soon as the old woman took a step, her whole body collapsed to the ground. Fang Yiwei rushed up, he picked up the old woman's body, only to see the old woman's eyes closed, her face was pale, and she couldn't help but call out to Bai Ming in a panic: "Brother Tianming, come quickly, this aunt has fainted." ”

Bai Ming was through the world, he looked at the old woman's face, and knew that it was a deep heat stroke, he asked Fang Yiwei to lay the old woman's body flat, and pinched the old woman's middle man. The old woman woke up slowly, Fang Yiwei and Bai Tianming both exhaled, helped the old woman sit up, and Bai Tianming asked, "Eldest sister, you are sick and fainted, where do you live?" ”

The old woman was only fifty years old, dressed plainly, and at first glance she was from an ordinary family, without maintenance and grooming, which made her face look extremely old. Her face began to have a hint of blood, but the whole person was still very weak, and she was weak to speak, so she only heard her say, "Thank you for saving me." I can walk back on my own. The old woman forcibly got up as she spoke, but as soon as she took a step, she staggered and was about to faint, Fang Yiwei and Bai Tianming glanced at each other, at this moment, the two of them had put aside Ning Bo's grievances, and tacitly squatted down to carry the old woman.

Bai Tianming had just recovered from his serious injuries and was quite inconvenient to move, so Fang Yiwei said: "Brother Tianming, let's come with me, your injuries haven't fully recovered yet." ”

Bai Ming didn't argue, assisted Yiwei to carry the old woman, and continued to ask, "Eldest sister, where do you live?" ”

"Lin Jiacuo. After the old woman finished speaking, she closed her eyelids on Yiwei's back in a drowsy manner.

Lin Jiacuo is located in a dilapidated old alley in the city, with several gutters hidden in the narrow alley, and the wires connecting the old-fashioned wooden houses on both sides are knotted overhead, as if they will fall down if they are not careful, and people can't help but shrink their necks. These old wooden houses are awkwardly hidden in the corners of the city, and do not belong to the category of old city renovation, so they have to quietly maintain their original appearance. It can be seen that the people who live here belong to the remnants of the city, born and raised, not rich and rich, just like authentic Beijingers, born and raised in the imperial capital, but they have never been nobles who live on the tip of the white pyramid. When I walked to the end of the alley, I found that I had turned a corner and opened up another alley, like six fingers born on my thumb. The alleys are narrower and darker, and if you are not careful, you will stumble into the gutter, and the water weeds on the gutter that grow fertile because of the sewage attract all kinds of insects, winged and wingless, and when no one is around, they will lie dormant on the dark green grass blades, and as soon as someone comes, they will swarm and scatter, making a tiresome sound of "buzzing".

At this moment, Fang Yiwei had already turned into this gloomy alley with the old woman on his back, and he was followed by Bai Ming, whose feet were not very dexterous. Hearing the footsteps of people, the insects on the blades of grass had already "boomed" up, hovering in the air for a while and then scattered, and a strange smell filled the air. Fang Yiwei frowned and instinctively tilted his body.

Bai Ming said: "Be careful, there is a gutter in front." ”

The old woman had already woken up, she raised her hand on Fang Yiwei's back and pointed to a small wooden house under the telephone pole in front of her, and said weakly, "That's my house." ”

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