After that night, the atmosphere between the two men was very strange. said that they were friends, but their relationship had crossed the boundaries of friends, and if they were lovers, Rongdi seemed to have a knot.

Rong Di doesn't feel that he is greedy for life and afraid of death, but who can enjoy the feeling of holding his little life in the hands of the car? Gradually, however, his concern was dispelled. He began to realize the true sincerity of this woman, and slowly his resistance disappeared.

Zhang Tongtong is still the same as always, and everyone can see how good she is to Rong Di. From cleaning the house to cooking, they are like a newlywed couple, very sweet.

However, they did not move in together, it was like an invisible tacit understanding, they never showed their hearts to each other again, a look and a smile were enough to show everything.

But it all happened so suddenly, on the seventh day of that night. She still died, she was hit by a car.

Cheng Jiaju came over to tell the landlord what happened, and at noon on July 28, she went out for lunch, and when she came back, she was in a car accident. The cause of the incident was that the driver had an acute aortic detachment while driving, and the driver died almost instantly. And she saved a little girl, who was only suffering from skin injuries and she died on the way to the hospital.

She didn't have any family, and she was left alone after the unexpected death of her adoptive father. This is such a woman, who is very eager for the love of others, and unfortunately this poor person has been deceived by the scumbag again and again.

When Rongdi went to the hospital to see her body, she was no longer beautiful, and her cold flesh and blood were blurred. He realized that he would never see her again, who was smiling a little smugly, and tears fell silently.

Not long ago, he felt the joy she brings, but now he has to experience the sadness of her departure.

Life is really up and down, she is so miserable, God still refuses to let her go.

But what's the use of hate?

Rong Di took out his manuscript fee to pay for her cremation, and only a few of her colleagues and a few people in Bai Ze Hall attended the funeral. In this way, she was buried in the cemetery of Kunzhong City.

I remember that day, it didn't rain when she was buried. When Rong Di came home, he cried quietly when he looked at the home she had decorated. Suddenly thunder sounded outside, and the rain gradually began to fall.

On the seventh day of her departure, Rong Di was still very disappointed, he could no longer remember when he closed the door and never went out again. Until this day, the door suddenly opened.

The red dress came here, she was knocking on the door outside the other day, and now she is in. Naturally, she had a spare key here, but she hadn't come in before.

"Mr. Rongdi, grandma wants you to go down for a while." The red-clothed eyebrows were all twisted together, and the delicate little face was very worried.

She wasn't very good at talking to people, and she didn't know what to say in such situations. She was so anxious that she almost stomped on her foot.

Suddenly, the light in the bedroom came on. The languishing Rong Di walked out slowly, he was still wearing the same clothes that he had attended the funeral a few days ago, his body was very smelly, and his beard had not been trimmed.

Now he looked more than ten years old, and he looked at the red clothes quietly, as if to say, "Something's the matter".

Hongyi was very distressed, but her eloquence was not good, she racked her brains and couldn't think of words of comfort, so she had to pinch the corner of her clothes and said with a crying voice: "Mr. Rongdi, grandma wants you to go down for a while."

He hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, and his voice had just woken up and his throat was dry, and his voice became very hoarse: "She, what did she ask me to do?"

"Today is her first seventh, and grandma wants to do a ritual for her, and grandma hopes that you can also be there." Hongyi said, crying silently.

"I know, you go down first." After Rong Di finished speaking, he found that Hongyi was still standing at the door and crying quietly.

After all, she was caring about herself, Rong Di had never been a ruthless and unrighteous person, he had to squeeze out a smile and say, "Don't cry, I'll go down."

"Hmm......" Hongyi was still crying, but didn't make a sound.

Rong Di took out a tissue from the table to wipe away her tears, and her voice became softer, "Don't cry, it's me who is not good and makes you worried." I'll pull myself together. ”

"From now on?" She said in a voice like a mosquito.

Rong Di was stunned, and really couldn't think of a reason to refuse, so he had to nod, "Yes, from now on." ”

"Hmm......" Hongyi smiled in relief.

"You go down and tell your grandma first, I'll take a shower and go down."

"Then, I'll wait for you below." With that, Hongyi exited the room and waved his hand to Rong Di.

Rong Di told himself while taking a bath: "People can't be resurrected after death, all I can do is live with her mood."

Soon, Rong Di finished taking a bath, and the moment he stepped out of the room, he saw the red clothes quietly staring at him against the wall, the girl seemed to be blushing and lowered her head timidly.

"Are you waiting for me?" As soon as the words were spoken, Rong Di felt a little embarrassed, it seemed that he shouldn't have asked like this at this time.

Hongyi did not hesitate and nodded earnestly.

Although the voice-activated lights in the corridor were not very cool, Rong still saw the delicate little face of the red clothes flushed. His heart began to beat violently, and Rong Di felt that he had come to life.

Perhaps, he really shouldn't be so depressed, because there are still people who care about him.

"Let's go."

Rong Di smiled indifferently and walked in front, and Hongyi was very happy to see him cheer up, and followed him with brisk steps.

In the courtyard on the first floor, the white-robed landlord had set up the altar early, she now looks like a Taoist aunt, there are glutinous rice, yellow talismans, and peach wood swords on the table, this posture is very similar to the altar used to catch ghosts and collect demons in Lin Zhengying's ghost films.

Incense, sprinkling glutinous rice, burning charms, and dancing swords. This ritual has a little local ethnic characteristics, and every action of the grandmother is so **, even sacred.

In the end, she took out a Kong Ming lantern and asked Rong Di to light it, but the latter did not understand these things very well, so he had to follow her instructions and light the lamp.

Then, the landlord looked at the Kong Ming lantern that was rising into the sky and said, "Light the lamp of blessing for your future."

"Light the lamp of blessing for your future......" repeated the landlord's words, and Rongdi smiled with relief.

During the few days that she was locked in the room, Rong Di was still thinking, if she hadn't been saved in the first place, would she not have had to be so painful? Now, it seems, it's not like that. Although the result is sad, the process is still very important. At least she didn't commit suicide with the self-blame of killing someone, she saved someone, not that this kind of death was great, nor that she died well, but during this time she was more like a person, rather than a shell squeezed dry by life.

This time is the moment when her humanity shines, she has never been a cold-blooded killer, she can only be regarded as an avenger, and the people she killed have hurt her. She also longed to be loved, and if it weren't for that comb, she would be just a poor woman who couldn't be more ordinary.

She's supposed to be a good person, and if it weren't for that, she wouldn't have saved people.

The landlord told Rongdi: "As she used the comb more and more, her luck got worse and worse, and by the time she was deep in it, there was no turning back." In addition to the one time she committed suicide, she also had 11 deaths. I've asked the Grim Reaper, and her name is already on the Grim Reaper's list. ”

She said regretfully, "I can only give her a bracelet, we can't cross that line."

She had a certain place in Rong Di's heart, otherwise he wouldn't have locked himself in his room for a few days. It's very uncomfortable to break your heart, human emotions are very complicated, or love is what it is.

Rong Di asked, "After death...... What will become of the soul? Will you be reincarnated as an adult? ”

"I don't know, everything that has life has a soul. She doesn't have to be reincarnated as an adult, she doesn't have to be an animal, a flower, or even a little grass......"

"Isn't Death busy, according to you? Even the soul of the plant has to be recycled. ”

"No, the soul of the plant will automatically fly into the new life, and the Grim Reaper will only recover the soul that can leave a memory."

The landlord looked at the Kong Ming lantern that was going away with the wind and muttered, "There is a cause, there must be an effect...... Maybe it's a definite number. ”

……

Rong Di cheered up that day, and when he was tidying up the room, he found that the freesia had long since dried up, but he didn't know that there was a bank card pressed under the small vase. Rong Di thought that she used the one to open the door, but when she took it out, she saw that the card had not been cut to a corner, and the password of this card was written on it. In addition to this, there is a note, as well as a photo of her.

"The time I spent with you was the happiest time of my life, and I knew that I was going to die like this, and I didn't have much left for you, so you can take it. Zhang Tongtong stayed. ”

Tears fell again, and Rong Di put her photos and notes in her wallet, and went to the computer to write this miserable and beautiful story that belonged only to her.

However, Rong Di only wrote a beginning and couldn't write it anymore. Rongdi felt that this story belonged not only to her, but to the two of them. Now he wanted to keep the story to himself, so he gave up on writing it.

Gazing at the flower, Rong Di said the words of Freesia: "The flower language in love is looking forward to love, ideal love, happiness, and innocent waiting."

After saying that, he smiled slightly, but he smiled very sadly.

Note: This character is not dead, and will appear later