Hu Zongren and I went home separately that night, and I was woken up early the next morning by his phone call. On the phone, he said that he was taking a taxi in the direction of my house, and that he had come to pick me up and we would meet Mr. Yang. So I hurriedly got up and dressed, Sister Cai warmed the buns in the pot for me before going out, I ate some in a panic and went out to the side of the road to wait for Hu Zongren.

After getting in the car, Hu Zongren told me that he called Mr. Yang early this morning, saying that he had made an appointment to have tea and talk about things in the morning, and the place had been found, and it was in Jiangbei. I asked him which teahouse he was, and he said it was so-and-so, and I laughed when I heard it, because I was so familiar with Hu Zongren that teahouse. And I also understood why Hu Zongren would choose that place, first because the boss was an acquaintance of the two of us, and we used to go there to sit and bask in the sun after playing billiards. The second is because the tea house in this teahouse is outdoor, and because the boss is a pretending person, the style is relatively petty bourgeoisie, the range of activities is relatively large, and it is not easy to smash anything that should not be smashed. The third is that the place of this teahouse is the top floor of a low building in an old-fashioned neighborhood, and the downstairs is a gathering place for vendors, and the flow of people is relatively large. Hu Zongren told me on the road that in fact, things were basically figured out, and it was not difficult to send Ms. Weng's ghost away, but he felt that Mr. Yang had to be punished before sending her on the road, and he owed Ms. Weng a word of apology.

Although Hu Zongren is more arrogant, I have always admired his sense of justice. After arriving at the teahouse, Mr. Yang had not yet arrived. Hu Zongren and I told the boss to find us an outside position, a little bit in the corner, because we had to talk about something. The boss was an acquaintance and knew what the two of us were doing, so it was quickly arranged for us. After sitting down, I ordered tea and called Mr. Yang.

About 40 minutes later, Mr. Yang arrived. When he saw Hu Zongren and me, a hint of surprise flashed across his expression. Probably because of what we were wearing. Hu Zongren and I are both people who wear clothes more casually, so casually that people will suspect that you are here to discuss business. But after all, he was a businessman and very sophisticated, so he shook hands with me and Hu Zongren with a smile, and then sat down. I pulled out my cigarette and handed it to him, maybe he found out that my cigarette was only 13 pieces, so he just politely borrowed it, but it didn't work. Then Hu Zongren glanced at me and asked Mr. Yang, Boss Yang is really sorry today, and he asked you out on the weekend. Mr. Yang said that this businessman has no weekends. Hu Zongren said that I heard that your paint can be drunk directly into the stomach, is it really so amazing? Mr. Yang said that if you drink it directly, it is still an exaggeration, it needs to be diluted, and you can only drink it after the concentration drops, although it is not harmful to the human body, but it cannot be used as a drink. After saying that, he laughed ha

Mr. Yang took out a stack of albums and materials from his bag, handed it to us, and said let's learn about their company first, when Hu Zongren and I took it and pretended to start reading, he kept boasting about how awesome his business qualifications are, how modern the assembly line is, how humanized the products are, and so on. Hu Zongren and I don't understand his professional fields, but it's a little funny to see that he has always treated me and Hu Zongren as experts and spit on him.

After talking about it for a while, Hu Zongren really didn't have what I could pretend, and he couldn't help it first. So he asked Mr. Yang with a wicked smile, saying that Mr. Yang's career is so successful, the family should be very happy, right? Mr. Yang said that in fact, there is none, and the family is quite passable. Hu Zongren went on to say, what do you do as a lover? How old is your child? I understand what Hu Zongren means, this is our usual trick to find fault, because he and I are people who know the inside story, so once the other party lies, we have a reason to expose his face immediately. But who knows, Mr. Yang's next answer was much beyond my expectations and Hu Zongren's expectations.

He told us that his lover was the finance of his company, and that he had a child who would soon be 1 year old.

It shouldn't be, so I'm starting to think he's lying, but it seems like it's almost enough to expose his words like this. Hu Zongren and I glanced at each other, and then I couldn't help asking, Mr. Yang, it seems that you got married quite late, such a successful person, the child is only one year old. He smiled and said yes, he just got married last year.

When we heard this, we finally understood. Originally, I thought that he was unwilling to reveal too much to outsiders, but who knew that what he said was true. In other words, not long after Ms. Weng died suddenly because of him, he remarried. And if the child is almost 1 year old, then it means that the child was already pregnant when Ms. Weng was still alive.

Sure enough, Hu Zongren also thought of this, he smiled weirdly, and then reached out and took a cigarette from the cigarette case on my desk, this guy will only take cigarettes from me every time he is with me, but he doesn't buy them. After lighting a cigarette, he suddenly said, Mr. Yang is really good at living, this ex-wife has not been dead for a long time, and your back garden is fruitful.

Mr. Yang was stunned for a moment, probably unable to believe his ears, so he asked suspiciously, No sorry, what did you just say. Hu Zongren took a sip of tea, spat on his saliva, and then looked at Mr. Yang with slanted eyes and asked him, what's wrong? Do you remember? I thought you forgot that your wife's name was Weng Moumou!

Mr. Yang looked surprised, but he probably didn't understand why Hu Zongren and I would know about these things. He was a businessman and very sophisticated, so he stood up angrily and said loudly to Hu Zongren while slapping the table, who are you two exactly? Who are you to talk to me like that? You're sent from that crazy woman's house, aren't you? I warn you, I'm not done with you!

With that, he made a gesture to turn and leave. I sat closer to him, and he made such a fuss just now, and the shopkeeper followed the sound to find him, but when he saw that it was us, he himself walked away with interest, probably knowing that the two of us were here to make trouble today. Fortunately, it was still morning, and it was another Sunday, and there were not many people in the hall. I saw that he wanted to slip away, so I immediately stood up, grabbed the strap of his satchel, and tried to pull him back into his seat. Of course, Mr. Yang had to struggle, he was pulling his bag, and at the same time he blushed and said to me viciously, what are you going to do, let me go! If you don't let me go, I'll call the police!

But my temper is not good, especially when I can't stand the frightiness of others, and as soon as he says this, I get angry. I didn't have much strength, but suddenly I pulled him over, and then pressed him to the seat, I said to him, you are right, this matter is not over with us, why are you in a hurry to leave? After saying that, I reached out and grabbed his neck, and I also said to him viciously, Mr. Yang, you have to figure it out, since we got you out, it won't be so easy to let you go back, some things must be decided today, otherwise, I'm afraid your rest of your life will not be so easy!

Although he was stuck by my neck and kept struggling, he probably felt that he couldn't struggle me, so he glared at me and Hu Zongren. Hu Zongren was much rougher than me, he stood up and grabbed Mr. Yang's collar, and his handsome play made me pin my hand that was stuck in my neck, which made me very unhappy. Although Hu Zongren's appearance is not ugly, but in comparison, he is also fierce and vicious, and I look much harmless. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and the cigarette butts were almost on Mr. Yang's face, and then he squinted his eyes, and said to Mr. Yang with a riffraff, Now I will tell you what happened to you, if I say the wrong sentence halfway, you will refute me, but I warn you not to lie to me, otherwise you will have a few beautiful and moving blisters on your face.

Mr. Yang was obviously frightened, so he did not speak. Just looked at the cigarette butt in Hu Zongren's mouth with a little horror. When I saw that he was quiet, I took the stool and sat down next to Mr. Yang. Hu Zongren began to tell Mr. Yang everything he had heard from Granny Huang about Ms. Weng and Mr. Yang last night, during which he had made a few mistakes or I had helped to add them. During the whole process, Mr. Yang changed from the earliest surprise to the most terrifying. When Hu Zongren saw that he was already frightened, he loosened his collar and said to Mr. Yang, do you want to ask how we know that Lu Tao is so detailed?

Mr. Yang nodded. Hu Zongren leaned into his ear and whispered in a very underwhelming tone, It was your dead wife who told us in person

Mr. Yang trembled and said, how is it possible! She's dead! Hu Zongren rolled his eyes, reached into his clothes and found a standing charm, slapped it on Mr. Yang's head with a snap, and said to Mr. Yang, do you see clearly, what is this? This is a talisman, you know what we are doing now, right? After Hu Zongren finished speaking, he sat back in his place and continued to smoke, and Mr. Yang did not dare to run, but sat in his place in fear, trembling.

Hu Zongren said to Mr. Yang, I came to you today to understand how you owe this woman, you have to pay for it, we need you to follow us and apologize to your dead wife in person, otherwise, I will let you feel scared today and follow you for the rest of your life.

Mr. Yang said, in person? Are you saying I'm going to see her again? Hu Zongren thought about it and said, that's pretty much it. Mr. Yang was scared and said, I don't want to, I don't want to see her! Hu Zongren smiled contemptuously, then stood up, stretched out his foot and stepped on Mr. Yang's life, and said to him, you can see it if you don't see it, otherwise you will wait for the rest of your life to be frightened by ghosts.

Mr. Yang said with a crying voice, you are threatening! It's against the law! Hu Zongren gave him a blank look, and then said to me, "Brother, if he refuses to go with us again, you can use the scalding water in the teapot and pour it into his sleeve." I said yes, and I thought it was funny. Hu Zongren turned to Mr. Yang and said, do you see it? That's called a threat.

In the end, under Hu Zongren's obscenity, Mr. Yang still gave in. On the way we took him to Yuanjiagang, Hu Zongren's attitude and I eased a little, after all, the anger also disappeared, in the final analysis, it was someone else's family matter after all, we just happened to be hired by someone and intervened in this family affair of different people. On the way, Hu Zongren called Sister Zhang and said that she should prepare the elevator, and we are coming to send the soul.

This time, the car drove directly to the second floor, and after the driver left, I said to Mr. Yang, do you remember this place? Here, you slapped your original wife in front of a bitch, and said cruel words, which was your sentence, so angry that she never survived. Although you didn't kill her directly, her death was too sudden, and it has to be said that it is all your responsibility.

Mr. Yang lowered his head in shame, thoughtful. I'm a little soft-hearted, I think no matter how vicious the heart is, it is estimated that when the past is vivid, it is easy to repent. I didn't go on, but followed Hu Zongren and took Mr. Yang to the elevator from the second floor. When we got into the elevator, the old man who charged the fee seemed to recognize the two of us as the two psychotics who pretended to be women yesterday, but before he could interrogate us, we hurriedly closed the elevator door.

The elevator went straight to the 9th floor, and according to Sister Zhang, the 9th floor has been empty since Mr. Yang's company quit the lease, but the door has been locked. When Mr. Yang met us, his clothes were neat, but at this moment, he looked down-and-out, probably like when he first met Ms. Weng 20 years ago. He walked ahead and led us to a door, which I guessed correctly, it was supposed to be his own company's office earlier. He reached out and touched the door, and suddenly fell to his knees in front of it, crying bitterly.

Hu Zongren and I took a step back and asked him to quietly say his words of repentance in his heart. Indeed, no matter how unbearable this person's character is, after all, he has spent so many beautiful years with Ms. Weng. If this person remains unchanged, people will say that you are old for a long time, that you are not motivated. But once the change is big, it is easy to forget your original intention, at the beginning may have been a tight life, and the living conditions are not well-off, but I think that time is the real happy day for the couple.

I walked up to Mr. Yang and handed him a cigarette again, and this time he didn't pretend to be forced, but lit it directly. So I patted him on the shoulder and walked into the elevator again with him. The elevator door asked Hu Zongren to find something to block it, so he couldn't close it. In the elevator, I stepped aside and Hu Zongren did the work. Hu Zongren used rice grains to draw a well character on the ground, and then took out his own order talisman, used the order talisman as a pen, drew the talisman in the air on the talisman paper, and recited words in his mouth, and after the drawing, he burned the talisman in his gossip bag. At this time, Hu Zongren said to Mr. Yang gently, if you have anything to apologize for, say it in your heart now, if you don't say it now, you will never have a chance to say it in the future, this is what you owe her, you should pay it back.

Mr. Yang couldn't bear it anymore, maybe he really repented, at least I would rather believe it, he knelt in the elevator and hugged his head and cried. Then Hu Zongren chanted the mantra while raising the gossip bag, letting the talisman ashes float around, Hu Zongren said, it's time, you can go on the road with peace of mind, grievances and grievances, and report it in the next life!

A very soft woman's laughter came from above our heads, the kind of laughter we had heard countless times, a laugh of relief. Maybe for Ms. Weng, Mr. Yang owes her not a life, but a sincere apology. When I looked up, the hair on the vent was gone.

When we were done, we sent Mr. Yang to the level of Pingjie, and he insisted on inviting us to dinner, and I really didn't want to eat with someone we had just threatened. So we refused, and when we parted, Hu Zongren said to him, I hope that every year on the death day, he can go to the grave of his ex-wife to worship, even if you have a new family now and have your own children, but it is not a shame to sacrifice to the dead.

After sending Mr. Yang away, Hu Zongren and I went to find Sister Zhang, and after repeatedly promising that a similar situation would not happen again, Sister Zhang settled the commission for Hu Zongren. It's quite refreshing for her to give money, and it's not her own money anyway. After taking the money, I said to Hu Zongren, it's noon, let's go have a good meal! But he dipped his saliva and counted some of the money, and after shoehorning it into me, he said to me, "No, let's go to your house."

I asked him, why are you going to my house and there is nothing to eat? He said let's go and watch the movie I didn't finish yesterday, your TV is really good, I'll buy one when I go back, ha