There are two of the most lifeless places in this world.

One is the crematorium.

Countless corpses are carried here every day, some of them, there are huge teams crying for him, and others. I was only accompanied by one or two relatives with impatient faces, and I heard the final gift of "the old immortal is finally dead".

The other is Yongfu Cemetery.

Countless ashes were placed in urns with different price tags and then buried in various locations with the same price tags.

Some locations are detached, surrounded by mountains and rivers, you can overlook the beautiful scenery of some scenic spots, and those who spend tens of millions to buy villas have the same treatment, those ashes buried here will definitely be smiling in the psyche: Lao Tzu can't afford to buy a mansion during his lifetime, at least he can enjoy these mountains and rivers, flowers and plants after his death.

Some of the ashes were less lucky, barely crowded into one wall, occupying one of the small honeycomb-like holes in the middle period.

When the filial juniors came to burn incense, it was easy to find for a while, and when they found it, they were about to scold their mother.

The only bit of filial piety is arrested and consumed patiently, "Fucking ashes are put in the same way as national treasures, find a fart!" So he threw the chrysanthemums he brought. Walk away.

Today is the day of the funeral of the Yi family's grandmother, the Yi family is a big family, and there are many Pang family brothers.

Yi Zecheng doesn't like to be lively, and he doesn't like the excitement of the funeral.

So, Yi Zecheng placed the old lady at home and went to the cemetery alone.

Grandma is also a person who doesn't like to be busy.

When Yi Zecheng arrived at the cemetery, the weather gradually darkened.

It's still sunny before going out.

Yi Zecheng held his grandmother's urn tightly on his mobile phone.

In the middle of the box is one of the few color photographs left by my grandmother, in which she is kind and smiling, as if she had never been troubled.

Yi Zecheng doesn't remember when this photo was taken, but in his memory, his grandmother was as beautiful, elegant, and generous as when she was young.

Today is the day of the funeral, and the Yi family is the only one who comes.

The world is hot and cold, and people are shallow.

This is always the way this is the case.

In the cemetery, under the tombstones, there are many flowers and offerings.

Yi Zecheng couldn't help but sigh with emotion, people are alive to be made money by real estate developers, how many young people have struggled for most of their lives for a one-and-a-half-bedroom hall, and even some young couples who are looking forward to marriage and looking forward to drawing a perfect end to their love, but also finally lost in front of the real house, no house and no marriage, this sentence, I don't know when, has become an immutable truth that everyone knows well.

I thought that after a person died, he would not take a penny away, but now because of the cemetery, he was once again taken to death by real estate developers.

Most of them are elders, as younger generations, who can bear to have bricks and tiles to shelter from the wind and rain, but they can't even give a tomb to their deceased relatives.

Even if there are such indifferent people who can calmly face the condemnation of conscience, they cannot escape the fingers of those behind them, and in the end, they still can't escape the fate of handing over the money to the real estate developer.

He crouched in front of his grandmother's tombstone and gently wiped it up.

The wind grew stronger.

A gust of cool breeze swept the remaining paper ashes from the paper furnace in front of the other person's tombstone to Yi Zecheng's feet.

He took a tissue from his pocket and gently wiped down the marble-encrusted side hearth.

This kind of thing is still not allowed to be sloppy.

After kowtowing twice in front of the tombstone, he lit a fire and began to burn paper piece by paper.

The heat is blowing in your face.

The paper money he had brought was gradually burned out, and there were still scattered embers under the pile of black ash, and occasionally a trace of sparks burst out.

Yi Zecheng stirred in the paper furnace with a burning stick, and after making sure that all the paper money and intentions were accurately and wordlessly conveyed to his grandmother, he once again cleaned up the perimeter of his grandmother's tombstone.

At the very least, this is where grandma rests.

Yi Zecheng got up and took his grandmother's urn off the tombstone, and there was still some black ash on the wooden box.

He took the paper and kept wiping it on the urn repeatedly, as if to wipe it out.

After burning the paper, grandma's urn had to be put back in its place.

However, it was only two hours before the sky gradually darkened.

Yi Zecheng held the urn and turned into the building dedicated to placing the urn.

Because there was no one in the building, it seemed extremely empty at the moment, only the footsteps of Yi Zecheng going up the stairs collided back and forth between the buildings.

If there are timid people at this time, they will be shocked when they hear the sudden crisp footsteps.

Yi Zecheng walked to the original position, took out the key from his pocket, opened the glass window, carefully put the urn in, and then put the surrounding decorations, the same, slowly and neatly, at the moment of closing, he looked at the small photo of his grandmother smiling in the middle of the urn with some reluctance and muttered: "Goodbye, grandma." ”

After setting up the urn, he closed the door and walked out.

Yi Zecheng slowly walked to the stairwell, turned his head sideways, and there was still a room that was not closed, and he also came to worship today.

As if he had lost his soul, Yi Zecheng actually walked in by mistake.

Each glass window has the same urns and decorations as grandma's.

If you have to say that it is different, it is probably because the material of the urn and the material of the decoration are different.

If you have a little richer, they are all high-quality nanmu, agarwood, mahogany, and if the family is not so rich, it is an ordinary wood material.

Probably by giving wood to the place where the body of the deceased is laid off, it is a sign of filial piety.

Or maybe it's a new way to show off your wealth.

Yi Zecheng couldn't help but shake his head.

People are indeed extremely hypocritical and extremely vain.

In most of the glass windows, there is only one urn.

If another relative in the family passes away, it will not make the neighbors fall into the mouth, saying that they are not willing to open another glass window, or that they are not willing to build another tombstone.

Even if the price of the cemetery is ridiculously expensive now, it is necessary to do a good job of saving face.

Yi Zecheng saw only one window in a row of glass windows, in which there were two urns, one on the left and one on the right, and a photo frame was placed around it.

It's a photo of the two.

It's a dead couple and the date is the same.

He doesn't look very old.

In just a few pieces of information, a story has been formed in Yi Zecheng's mind.

Probably because of an accident, the two died at the same time.

Looking at the photos and dates, he died only a year ago, and he was only in his thirties.

The two urns, though left and right, were tied together with a red ribbon.

Is this what is being said, life and death?

People who are bound together by life and death, if there is no good result in this life, they should still be able to meet in the next life.

The person who carved the imprint on the other party in this life, even if they all go around in the next life, they can always meet in the crowd, and at a glance, you can know that you are the right person.

Yi Zecheng's mind suddenly remembered the famous love story before, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

Although it was a tragedy, it eventually turned into a butterfly.

It's just that throughout the ages, there is only that pair that will be close to each other even after death.

People's hearts are really hard to guess, and they keep saying that they will be together in the next life, and those who only love you in this life will eventually leave.

When I turned to go out, the sky had cleared up imperceptibly.

His vulnerability was also hidden in time when he left here.

In the evening, Yi Zecheng came back very late.

Lu Jiayi didn't ask, because he didn't let himself ask more about Yi Zecheng, and besides, she didn't have the strength to ask more.

Because, she had a fever.

I don't know what the reason is, it is estimated that the air conditioner was turned on too low last night, so since Yi Zecheng went out, she began to burn in a daze.

In a daze, she had many dreams, dreams from childhood to adulthood, dreams before and after marriage, dreams before and after divorce, and dreams from the secret love of the girl who always had poetry to the torture of each other later......

She didn't remember if she was crying, only that when she woke up, there was still wetness in the corners of her eyes, and there was a large wet patch next to her pillow.

When she opened her eyes, she was a little startled, because she was not in her own room, although this room was a familiar warm yellow tone, next to the beige gray linen roller blinds, obviously the whole was warm colors, but the overall style looked very similar to the cold air of the hotel, similar to the room she lived in, but she was still taken aback.

After a few seconds of reacting, she realized that this was Yi Zecheng's room.

When she and Yi Zecheng got married, although the two of them would have skin to skin, Yi Zecheng would go back to his room to sleep, and he was not allowed to go to his room by himself, just like he was not allowed to touch his fish.

Therefore, when Lu Jiayi found out that she was in Yi Zecheng's room, she was a little frightened.

She barely moved her neck, only to notice that her entire back ached.

Maybe it's because she sweats a lot at night, her skin is sticky, and it's very uncomfortable.

The whole body was so tired that it was about to fall apart, she tried to climb several times but didn't get up, and finally, Yi Zecheng, who walked in from outside the door, helped her up.

"Why am I in your room?"

Yi Zecheng didn't answer, but brought her a glass of water, "Drink water first." ”

Lu Jiayi looked at Yi Zecheng in front of him, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, the clothes on his body were still the same as he wore when he went out yesterday, the black shirt looked solemn and solemn, but it was a little wrinkled, and his eye sockets seemed to be blue and black, was that a trace of staying up all night?

Did he stay up late to take care of himself?

Yi Zecheng's hand fell on her forehead, and the originally frowning brow gradually relaxed, as if relieved, "Well, the fever has subsided." ”

He said it very gently, which made Lu Jiayi a little unrecognizable to him, as if he was a stranger in front of her.

He asked softly, "Is there anything else you feel uncomfortable with?" ”

Lu Jiayi felt that the picture in front of her was a little unreal.

She had fantasized countless times, and she had hoped that she could get such treatment, especially when she saw Yi Zecheng doing her best to take care of her sister in the hospital.

At that time, she was wondering if Yi Zecheng would take care of her like this if she got sick one day.

However, she was disappointed.

Even when they got married, he had never taken care of her so carefully and gently.

It is precisely because of repeated hopes that she has been disappointed again and again, and after many blows, she has become the tenacious she is now.

And now, she only feels that the emotions that were once buried in her heart seem to be opened up again.

After being silent for a long time, she slowly spoke: "I'm fine." ”

Yi Zecheng got up from the side of the bed and asked, "Are you hungry?" Would you like something to eat? ”

Right now, Yi Zecheng's tone of voice to her seems to have returned to the time when his sister was not dead, or it seems that he is talking to his sister Lu Jiajing, not her.

This made Lu Jiayi feel that this seemed to be a dream.

A dream so beautiful that she didn't want to wake up again, because she was afraid that once she woke up, everything would be gone.

Lu Jiayi turned her head, didn't know what to say, opened her mouth, but finally chose to remain silent.

But after all, she had a fever all night, and she didn't eat a drop of rice, even if she didn't say it, her stomach grunted twice at this moment, which completely betrayed her.

Lu Jiayi's cheeks became a little red unconsciously.

But fortunately, Yi Zecheng didn't intend to laugh at her with this.

Yi Zecheng just turned around and walked out, and the other party didn't give her a chance to witness his cooking skills.

Because from entering the kitchen to make things and bring them out, the whole process does not take more than 30 minutes.

Reddish-brown soba noodles with a few slices of green cabbage floating on top and two yellow and white poached eggs.

Suddenly, the aroma overflowed.

When she was brought to Lu Jiayi, she was so smoked by the hot air that she couldn't open her eyes.

Lu Jiayi has never been a hypocritical woman, nor is she the kind of woman who moans without illness, but no matter who it is, being taken care of all night like this will move a person, not to mention that the other party is Yi Zecheng.

It's just that this emotion didn't last long, only for a moment, because she always remembered the lessons of the past.

Even if it is moved, it is only moved for a short time.

This is the limit she sets for herself.

Because falling in love with Yi Zecheng again is too risky for her, and the last time, she used her life as a bet, and she really couldn't afford to gamble.

Because of the fever all night, Lu Jiayi's entire mouth didn't taste anything, so she ate very slowly.

This is probably the tastelessness of food, and it is a pity to throw it away.

Seeing that Lu Jiayi couldn't wait to put the noodles into her mouth one by one, Yi Zecheng simply got up and went to the refrigerator to get her a can of pickled cucumbers.

It's still the imported kind.

Lu Jiayi was not polite at all, the chopsticks stretched out directly, and I have to say that when the pickled cucumber was put in her mouth, she suddenly felt an appetite.

Soon, a bowl of noodles was eaten to the bottom, and Yi Zecheng, who had not spoken much, finally spoke, breaking the silence between the two.

"If you don't want to work with me, shut down Cosini."

The tone is so ordinary that it seems to be homely.

Lu Jiayi was stunned, poked the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks, pursed her lips, and finally asked, "Why?" ”

"I don't think you've got talent."

"However," Lu Jiayi did not give up, "it is my dream to design clothes and become an excellent fashion designer." ”

"But your dreams don't give you food." Yi Zecheng paused and continued: "Maybe it's cruel to say this, but I hope you can take a look at Cosini's profit and loss in the past few months, I am a businessman, if a project has invested a lot of costs in the early stage, but has not made any profits, what I can do is not to continue to consume, but to stop losses in time." ”

Lu Jiayi put down her chopsticks, "Are you targeting me?" If it weren't me standing in front of you today, but my sister, would you say the same? ”

Yi Zecheng was slightly stunned, "You think too much, I'm just doing business." ”

"Business?" Lu Jiayi chuckled, "Aren't you targeting me?" From the moment you chose to help my father, I walked into your trap step by step, following all your arrangements, which I owe you, I admit, but Cosini poured all my heart and soul into it, and I can't just give up. ”

"Lu Jiayi," compared with the turbulent waves surging in her heart, Yir Zecheng's expression was always calm, and he slowly spoke: "Why are you still so naïve after so many years?" Do you think you alone can turn Cosini into a profit? Do you think that you can now design with peace of mind and ignore profits and losses, is it because of your so-called design? It's all because Yi's is behind it, if there is no Yi's support, do you think your design will still be seen? ”

Lu Jiayi lowered her head silently, her lips were closed, and her hands were clenched, she wanted to refute it, but she knew better than anyone else that what Yi Zecheng said was the truth.

Did you just give up?

Since she took over Cosini and completed new product designs with her teammates again and again, she felt the strength of the team for the first time, the passion and struggle of being supported and everyone working together for a goal.

So, Cosini isn't just her dream, it's the dream of the whole studio.

How could she give up so easily.

So, she slowly put down her chopsticks, looked up at him, and plucked up the courage to say, "Mr. Yi, can you give me again, give Cosini another chance, even if it's only once." ”

She was almost in a pleading tone.

The Patek Philippe in Yi Zecheng's hand was a little dazzling under the illumination of the light, and after a moment of silence, his tone was calm, and he couldn't hear the slightest emotion, "No." ”

knew that he would reject him, but when it really came out of his mouth, she would still be so sad and disappointed.

Perhaps, the recent days have really been too comfortable, so comfortable that she has forgotten what kind of person Yi Zecheng is.

Women are probably like this, once they get involved with a man and a man, there will always be something to look forward to.

expects him to be like the male protagonist in the TV series, heroically saving the beauty at a critical moment and giving in to her.

However, she was wrong, not that Yi Zecheng would not be like the male protagonist, but that she was not his heroine.