Liu Zhi knew that Chen Annie preferred Ding Jiajun, and she had always been silently waiting by the side of the two of them, and she had never thought of snatching love with a knife, but she was single, since she had a loved one in her heart, she was happy, so why did she have to take it for herself.

Single for a lifetime, love her for a lifetime, think of her, and travel the whole world.

Liu Zhi's romance, like his works, is beautiful and dreamy.

The pinnacle of romance is the unanimous evaluation of his paintings by critics.

"Is Anne okay in Italy? How did you come back alone? ”

"Seven, what are you talking about?"

Ding Jiajun smiled reluctantly, he knew that Liu Zhi had always loved Chen Annie, and he had always been the winner, but it was a pity that it was always difficult to maintain the victory at the beginning until the end.

In front of the winner, Ding Jiajun's smile was already the end of the crossbow.

"I don't allow you to make fun of the dead Anne, not even crazy words."

Dead Anne? How could it be the dead Anne?

Ding Jiajun had a sharp pain in his chest, and the red copper pipe in front of him seemed to suddenly crack, and what burst out was bright red blood, blood, blood.

Then, Ding Jiajun fainted.

When he woke up, he went through the discharge procedures as if he had forgotten about it, so quiet that his parents thought that nothing had happened to him, just a simple overtiredness.

"Sleep well?"

Mu Chun asked again. He had already remembered who this person was, and this person was not the customer he had met in the flower shop!

It looked like a ghost, and suddenly disappeared into the night rain.

"Yes, I slept well."

"So what's wrong?"

Ding Jiajun shook his head, "I want to ask if the hospital can issue a death certificate here." ”

"Death certificate?"

Mu Chun opened the drawer and didn't know what to look for in the drawer.

"yes, yes."

"You mean this thing?"

Mu Chun took a piece of printer paper and wrote four words on it with a black marker.

"Yes, that's what I want."

Mu Chun nodded, and turned the paper in front of him again.

"Whose death certificate?"

"Ding Jiajun."

Chu Sisi heard correctly, the name the patient said was himself.

Chu Sisi looked at Mu Chun, Mu Chun didn't look at her, nor did he look at Ding Jiajun, he didn't feel the slightest surprise at all.

"Is that how it is written?"

Ding Jiajun wrote three words and four words on the paper together.

"Yes, that's right."

"Very well, finally, you need to tell me what the cause of death is."

"Car accident."

Ding Jiajun replied quickly, as if this was a well-known fact.

"Have you been to any other department?"

Ding Jiajun shook his head.

"You know what you're talking about, don't you?"

"Yes, I want my own death certificate, I went to the funeral parlor and asked, and they couldn't tell, but obviously, if you want to go down, you have to have one."

"What do you need to move on?"

"Shrouds, hearses, burials, body transportation, farewell ceremonies, longevity boxes, cemetery selection, funerals, cremation into boxes, ashes burial."

"You're going to do these things yourself?"

Mu Chun held his chin, completely relaxed as he was discussing the activity plan with Ding Jiajun.

"Well, shouldn't I do it myself?"

"Generally speaking, dead people don't do these things for themselves, because it's not very convenient."

"I'm convenient, there's nothing inconvenient."

A faint smile flashed on Ding Jiajun's face, touching the skin at the corner of his mouth, which looked like it hadn't been pulled by an upward force for a long time.

"This kind of thing needs professional guidance, so why don't I complete a process for you."

"No, I feel like I can do everything on my own, I can do it well."

"Of course not, you still need a helper."

Mu Chun didn't continue to ignore Ding Jiajun, just put him aside, and he brushed and listed more than a dozen entries on a new blank paper.

There were only a few simple words for each entry, and after listing them from the beginning to the end, Mu Chun picked up the white paper and slapped it on the table in front of Ding Jiajun.

"Look at them one by one, I'll tell you, you definitely need my help."

Ding Jiajun nodded reluctantly.

"For example, you can do this yourself, and I'll tick it for you."

"The second one, clean dressing, how can you dress yourself when you die, cross it."

Mu Chun also pointed out that makeup must not be made by yourself, how can you put on makeup for yourself.

"Yes, I can't put on makeup, I'm dead."

"Finally, you come here on Wednesday to get it, it's ten o'clock in the morning on Wednesday, and you won't be able to get it when it's late."

"Okay."

Ding Jiajun stood up politely and bowed stiffly to Mu Chun.

In Chu Sisi's opinion, this picture is really a bit like a farewell to a corpse.

Crazy, someone must have gone crazy this morning.

It's either herself or Mu Chun.

When Liu Dan ran up, he happened to bump into Ding Jiajun and recognized him at a glance.

"Isn't this the illustrator of the 'Mechanical Boys'?"

Liu lightly happily pulled Mu Chun's arm and shook it around.

"Hey, you don't know, this is a very, very cyberpunk sci-fi, how to say it, it's a bit like the kind of movie book that went abroad before, it's obviously all paintings, but it's the same as watching a movie."

"That's the comics?"

Chu Sisi asked.

"No, no, I can't describe it to you, I asked him for an autograph at the sci-fi conference last year, oh my God, he shook hands with me when he signed it, I didn't want to wash my hands for a week, I really wanted to ask him, how did that kind of mechanical and humanoid design fit so perfectly, cyberpunk is very niche in us, you probably only know one movie, Cameron's, it's a little similar to this, but unfortunately Alita 3 has not been filmed yet, It is said that Cameron Studios intends to buy the film rights, my God, you don't know this seven gods. ”

"Did anything happen to him?"

Chu Sisi asked.

"Yes, it was supposed to be published in February next year, but in the spring, it was probably around the Qingming Festival, seven had a car accident, his girlfriend died on the spot, he seemed to have been hospitalized for a long time, and the fans urged for a long time, but seven's Weibo has not been updated since that day, and the fans can't urge it later, and the publishing house said last month, to change the artist."

"Change artists? Hasn't he been discharged from the hospital and recovered? ”

Mu Chun also seemed to be curious about this question, turned his face, and looked at Liu Dan stupidly.