For the next 24 hours, Zhou Chengyu basically did not leave the piano room. When I was tired and sleepy, I just lay on the piano and looked at the pottery stove burning with incense. Even if I was really hungry halfway through, I just brewed a cup of instant noodles and sat in the living room to eat a few bites, never taking my eyes off the pottery stove.

He was a little scared that if the incense was extinguished, he would not be able to see his deceased wife.

He also looked forward to the fact that only when he really lost the person who had been with him for nearly thirty years, he really realized his attachment to her.

As the time approached 4 o'clock, the thin smoke rising from the pottery stove did not become thinner due to the prolonged burning of the incense balls, but became thicker and thicker, gradually turning into a cloud of white smoke above the table.

"Yuan'er ......" looked at the face faintly appearing in the white smoke, Zhou Chengyu muttered to himself, and his hand involuntarily raised to touch the increasingly clear outline, but he couldn't touch anything, as long as the white smoke that avoided his fingers.

"Cheng Yu ......" The familiar voice came from the white smoke, and the unforgettable person opened his eyes. Tears overflowed from his eyes and went down Zhou Chengyu's face, and finally dripped to the ground: it was not the haggard face when they were seriously ill, it was the peach-blossom face when they graduated from college and got married.

"What are you crying about?" The slender fingers made of white smoke caressed the man's face with a little scum, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and you won't clean yourself up?" ”

Zhou Chengyu could feel the cool and gentle touch on his face, and he trembled and raised his hand to touch it, but it was still in vain. "I miss you so much without you these days......" The man smiled bitterly, with a hint of ease in his voice, "My son should have returned to China, but I didn't inform him to come, you won't mind, right?" ”

The woman in the white smoke smiled and shook her head, "We haven't talked like this in years. ”

The man sat at the piano, the woman was at the table, the two talked softly, and the occasional piano music was mixed with a smiling male voice and a smiling female voice, just like an ordinary intimate couple talking about the good years they had walked together.

The harmonious and sweet atmosphere is gradually broken with the arrival of night.

"If you hadn't made a fuss that day and caused me to rush to see you, would I have been in a car accident? Am I going to cut off my left hand?! Zhou Chengyu slapped the piano violently, stood up in the abrupt accent, and pulled up his sleeves, revealing the abrupt scar on his left arm. You think you're going to have a miscarriage, but what about the facts? Since then, I have left the performance stage and can only teach as a piano teacher in my own home! ”

"Yes, I saved the baby, but in the end? His dad beat his mom until he lost him!! "The face in the white smoke seems to be stained with a trace of time, and the voice is full of grief and hoarseness." In front of students and outsiders, he looks gentle and elegant, and he looks like a good man who loves his wife, but in fact? How do you have no clarity about yourself? Don't you know how much pressure you've put on me?! ”

"Shut up......"

"I'm dead, and I'm not allowed to say it? What makes you so suspicious, vulnerable, and inferior? The woman in the white smoke pointed to herself, as if to show the man the invisible scars on her body, "After losing the child, you didn't do anything, but smashed things like crazy to hurt yourself, you yourself hurt so much, my heart hurt so much, but every time you hold me with that bloody hand and cry, it makes my heart hurt even more!" I love you so much, but I don't even know if you love me or not! ”

"Shut up!" Zhou Chengyu grabbed the pottery stove and smashed it against the wall, "If it weren't for the fact that you were always unclear with some indifferent people, would I be like that?!" ”

The pottery stove shattered in response, and the incense ash was scattered all over the ground along with the broken pottery shards, and in the white incense ash, the unburned black incense balls continued to emit wisps of white smoke with a red light.

Zhou Chengyu gasped, and his sanity turned a little when the sound of the pottery furnace colliding with the wall sounded.

It was he who lost his temper and forgot that it was nothing more than an illusion from the burning of incense pills. Zhou Chengyu was a little annoyed: he not only lost this opportunity to continue chatting with Yuan'er, but also broke Boss Ji's pottery furnace.

"He told you not to break it......"

Zhou Chengyu's steps to walk over and clean up froze, only to see that white smoke suddenly rose above the incense pill, and a woman's complete figure appeared in it. Like a lifelike white doll, the fine lines that began to appear on the face of the nearly forty years old clearly fell into the man's eyes along with the sad gaze.

"You ......" Zhou Chengyu subconsciously took a step back.

The face suddenly turned hideous, and the woman screamed and stretched out her hand to the man, "Why don't you listen to advice?" Why don't you want to let me go even if I'm dead?! ”

It seemed that it was restricted by the incense ash, and the human figure could not take half a step forward, but the white smoke behind it seemed to have spirituality, turning into a pair of hands and rushing towards Zhou Chengyu.

"Don't come here!" Zhou Chengyu raised his hand and waved it, and the touch that hit the real thing fed back to his brain, which made him feel fear, and immediately turned around and wanted to run towards the door, but as soon as he raised his foot, he was grabbed by an ankle with a hand, and the whole person fell to the ground heavily. The man then felt the contact of countless hands with his body, and his fingers tried to pick at the ground, but his body was still slowly dragged backwards.

"Help!!"

Zhou Chengyu roared almost instinctively, but he knew in his heart, and even regretted a little, that he was the only one in the family at the moment.

"I told you that you can't afford to pay for the pottery furnace."

The slight human voice that suddenly sounded outside the door blocked the man's desperate cry for help in his throat, "Boss Ji......?" ”

The door was opened, the living room was dark, and the light of the piano room shone on the visitor: the owner of the antique shop who had been pushed by the maiden through the door.

"Boss Ji! Save me! Looking at it, he only felt that the person who came was like a god, Zhou Chengyu directly broke his throat, "I paid the price!" Ask the boss to save me! ”

"You're an untrustworthy guest." The man in the wheelchair raised his eyebrows and looked at the embarrassed man on the ground, and a piece of paper seemed to appear out of thin air in his hand, "But I am an honest businessman." ”

Zhou Chengyu's pupils shrank suddenly: That's his wife's name, that's his wife's phone!

"You ......!" The man's words were directly blocked by a hand in his mouth, turning into unwilling whimper.

"Thank you, Boss Ji." The woman in the white smoke had a complicated expression and bowed deeply to the visitor. Immediately, the white smoke skyrocketed, engulfing the man and covering the woman's figure.

The white smoke obscured people's vision, but it accentuated the man's desperate struggle. The person behind the wheelchair was lying on the back of the wheelchair with his arms on his back, and his voice was full of curiosity, "What did you sell to him?" Will you die? ”

"It's kind of anti-incense." Ji Cheng chuckled, "Won't your mother kill me if you die?" ”

"What would the anti-raw incense look like? The divine incense causes the death of the crippled, but the beast is the ghost of all evils. Now this situation seems to be the opposite. Ji Xiaoran raised her eyebrows, "And what does 'count' mean?" ”

"Incense Baili living dead, pure anti-life incense can't do it, not to mention this is mixed with sundries. One is to see if his husband will repent after his death, and the other is to see his deceased wife again, such a customized incense pill is enough. Looking at the thin smoke that gradually dissipated and the completely quiet man who was revealed, Ji Ying patted Ji Xiaoran's hand and motioned for her to push herself over, "It's a pity that I have this pottery stove, and I don't know if I can ask for another one." ”

"So, you colluded with his wife?"

"Not exactly." With a wave of his hand, Ji picked up a clay stove out of thin air and gently dusted off the incense ash on it, "The choice she left him happened to be chosen." After all...... The suicide note just said that I could fulfill my wish here. ”