"The road to God is unpredictable, because of the nature of his mercy, placed in his words in his mythology, because although God has given us the message, we are still obliged to interpret it......"

At Su Ran's funeral, Wan Zigui was dressed in a black suit, holding a white rose, the expression on his face was grief-stricken, and he had not closed his eyes for many days to rest, which made people see at a glance that his face could not cover the tiredness and tiredness.

“…… For when we open our arms, the earth takes up this empty unconscious body, but now this soul is far away, into eternal light, and it is because of pain that we find the meaning of life, and the lost grace of our birth, and the infinite wisdom of God teaches us the answer, and it is because He has no body that our soul can be reborn in His world......"

Cheering up, Wan Zigui looked at the priest standing on the stage with a calm gaze, and the same eulogy made him want to stop and finish.

"Wan ...... We can't get in touch with Miss Zhilan. ”

Linda, the secretary who quietly walked to Wan Zigui's side, who was also dressed in black professional attire, bent down slightly in a decent and elegant manner, and whispered in his ear.

Wan Zigui instinctively frowned, and was about to take out his mobile phone, "How can it be that you can't be contacted?" Didn't she stay at the Pearl Hotel? If you can't be reached by phone, won't you go to the hotel and find someone directly? ”

was blamed by Wanzi Guitong, Linda's face did not show any embarrassment, but there was a slight hesitation on Fang Zhilan's face when she mentioned it.

"Mr. Wan, I went to the Pearl Hotel to check, Miss Fang Zhilan had already checked out two days ago, and even Miss Fang Zhihan checked out at the same time as her......"

Seeing that Wan Zigui's face was already faintly showing signs of anger, Linda stopped her next words in time, but Wan Zigui didn't want her to stop.

"Go on!"

Linda sighed lightly, Wan Zigui asked her to finish, and she didn't dare to hide it, so she had to continue to report.

"I went to the traffic bureau to check the entry and exit records of Miss Fang Zhilan, and Miss Fang Zhilan took the plane back to Hong Kong directly an hour after checking out."

Sorted out the situation reported by Linda to him in her heart, except that there was an emergency situation on the Fang family's side that Fang Zhilan had to go back, otherwise she really couldn't say why she left in such a hurry.

Two days ago, wasn't that the time when Su Ran died on the operating table? No wonder even Zhuo Xiangyu went to the hospital, but she was not seen for a long time.

"Is there any news from the Fang family?"

Linda shook her head and didn't say anything, but Wan Zigui's eyes gradually condensed, and the whole person's face looked very gloomy because of haggard and emotional displeasure.

"May God forgive you as you forgive others, and men come to dust and return to dust, and may your soul rest in Heaven, Amen."

The lengthy eulogy finally ended, and at the priest's suggestion, Wan Zigui took the lead in getting up, and Linda also took off the white rose pinned to her breast pocket on a random basis, and followed Wan Zigui's steps to step forward with him to place the roses on Su Ran's ice coffin.

Following Wan Zigui's actions, everyone sitting in the church also lined up with their own roses to go to the stage in turn to offer white roses in the same way as Wan Zigui.

Wan Zigui stood diagonally in front of the ice coffin, bowing to everyone who came to offer flowers, and Linda stood not far behind him, her eyes following him closely, for fear that he would fall in the venue because he was too tired.

Finally when all the people have finished offering flowers, there are not many people left in the church, Su Ran has always been alone, and his personality abroad is also very withdrawn, except for Wan Zigui, a true friend, there are almost no friends in the circle.

Su Ran almost cut off contact with Wan Zigui when he was abroad, and Wan Zigui knew very little about his interpersonal relationships, and his funeral was handed over to Wan Zigui, and almost all the people invited came to attend for the sake of Zhuo's face.

When they left the church and buried Su Ran's ashes in the cemetery, a few drizzles finally fell from the gloomy sky, and with Wan Zigui's sad face, it seemed that the sky was moved by their deep friendship.

When all the rituals of the funeral were completed, Wan Zigui, who had been holding on, finally failed to hold on until he went back, and fell down directly.

When he woke up again, Wan Zigui's head was dizzy, as if a century had passed, but an extra black and white photo at the head of the bed clearly reminded him that all the memories he didn't want to remember were returned.

The door was pushed open, and Linda, who had changed into a casual dress, was a little less sharp to work with Wan Zigui, but she was still bright, and when she saw Wan Zigui wake up, she immediately handed him the bone broth she had boiled for several hours as if she were offering treasure.

"The doctor said that you will wake up at this time, I see that the time is almost to boil you some soup to replenish your body, you have not rested during this time, and your body must be well nourished!"

Wan Zigui reluctantly pulled a trace of arc from the corner of his mouth, feeling that he was indeed a little hungry, took the bowl handed by Linda, and poured all the soup into his mouth in one bite, without tasting the taste of the soup at all, he opened his mouth and gave a good review.

"It tastes good!"

Linda didn't seem to care about Wan Zigui's distraction, and a satisfied smile immediately spread on his face when she praised him, "I boiled a pot and prepared your favorite meals, I think I'm definitely hungry, get up!" ”

Wan Zigui adjusted his mentality, and soon lost the unhappiness of his friend's death, although his face was still a little tired, he obviously had a smile that he hadn't seen for many days.

touched his stomach, and then nodded at Linda, "Your bowl of soup made me really feel hungry, thank you for taking care of me!" ”

The smile on Linda's face remained unchanged, as if as long as Wan Zigui was in a good mood, she would naturally be infected by him.

At the dinner table, when Wan Zigui threw the last green vegetable into his mouth, the fatigue of these days seemed to be suddenly swept away, and the whole person became a lot more energetic.

After eating and drinking, he stretched lazily, and Wan Zigui only then cared about Zhuo's situation, "In the past few days when I am away, the new project with Fang's has not gone wrong!" ”

For Wan Zigui, as soon as the talent has a little spirit, he will let himself enter a busy state, Linda obviously disapproves, because it is not in the company, so the two of them get along a lot more casually, only to see her roll of the eyes and throw it to Wan Zigui.

"Even if there is any new problem, it is not under your control for the time being, Mr. Zhuo has granted you half a month's vacation, so that you can have a good rest, you can enjoy this rare vacation obediently!"

Vacation in exchange for a friend's life?

A hint of self-deprecation suddenly flashed in Wan Zigui's eyes, and he quickly retreated and asked Fang Zhilan as if changing the topic.

"Isn't there any news coming from Hong Kong?"

Linda had been following Wan Zigui for a while, so she naturally knew what he really wanted to ask, so she slightly restrained the casual emotions on her face and twisted her eyebrows.

"Up to now, the Fang family is still business as usual, and Miss Fang Zhilan also goes to work normally every day, and there is no important news coming over."

Wan Zigui suddenly felt very unworthy for Su Ran in his heart, he didn't even want his life in order to save her, he couldn't survive in the intensive care unit for so long, not to mention, she Fang Zhilan didn't react at all when she knew about Su Ran's death.

"A woman without a conscience!"

picked up the watermelon juice that Linda had just squeezed for him on the table, and poured it directly into his stomach with a tilted head, almost treating the watermelon juice as wine, which made Linda frown.

When Linda went back, looking at Wan Zigui's posture, although she knew that she shouldn't be too troublesome, she couldn't help but remind him a few words.

"Your body is still very weak, you should recuperate during this time, don't touch the wine!"

Wan Zigui didn't seem to hear it, and didn't give Linda, who was worried about him, any reaction, and the helpless Linda had no choice but to pray in her heart that Wan Zigui's sanity could stay for a moment.

Hong Kong

"Daddy, how are you feeling today? Have you taken the medicine prescribed to you by Dr. Wang on time? ”

The first thing Fang Zhilan did when she returned to the Fang family's mansion after a day of work was to go upstairs to Fang Wenguo's bedroom to see his condition, for fear that he would have another accident.

Fang Wenguo was holding a photo in his hand, lowering his head to the photo as if he was recalling his past memories, and even when Fang Zhilan talked to him, he didn't give her any response as if he hadn't heard it.

Fang Zhilan sighed lightly, walked closer, shook her hand in front of Fang Wenguo's eyes, still didn't get any reaction from him, squatted down and found that he was not reminiscing at all, but fell asleep looking at the photo.

Daddy's spirit has deteriorated since he returned from the hospital, but he insists on recuperating at home, and no one can change his mind.

Sighing lightly, Fang Zhilan slowly took out the photo in Fang Wenguo's hand, she couldn't help but look at the photo twice, but almost immediately recognized that the three people in this photo were Fang Wenguo himself, Fang Zhengzhi, the fifth uncle of Fang, and Fang Chengzhi, the fourth uncle of Fang who died early.

Putting the photo back on the cabinet at the head of Fang Wenguo's bed, the housekeeper Uncle Lin walked in, Fang Zhilan frowned and glanced at Fang Wenguo who was sleeping on the bed, made a silent gesture at him, and then lowered her voice and asked him.

"How's Daddy doing today? How many meals of medicine have you taken? ”

Uncle Lin looked at Fang Wenguo, who was asleep, and took the initiative to come over and lay his body flat so that he could have a comfortable sleeping position, and then sighed lightly at Fang Zhilan and shook his head.

"The master's state is not good, he sat on the bed and looked at the photos of the day, and I was not allowed to stay by the side, saying that he wanted to be cleaner alone, and he woke up after sleeping for a while, and continued to look at the photos when he woke up, and he took the medicine."

Hearing Uncle Lin say that Fang Wenguo was not only in a little poor spirit, but also obediently took medicine, the worry in his heart dissipated a little, rubbed his eyebrows, and walked out.

"As long as Daddy takes medicine, it's fine, and the doctor also said that Daddy's body should recover slowly."