Yan Zhen took out a red rope from the bag, and tied Zhong Xiaoling's remnant soul into a zongzi in three or two clicks.

She took the red rope in the palm of her hand, and black tobacco continued to pour into her body through the red rope, and after some purification, it turned into a faint fragrance and wafted out.

The cold and sticky air around it has gradually become normal.

When Fu Yan walked out of the children's room, he saw Yan Zhen painting something in front of the air.

“……”

Fu Yan was very disdainful at first, thinking that this woman came from the mountain and was chattered by the gods, but after experiencing the kind of thing just now, he also began to wonder if there was really something very evil in this world that could not be explained by science, which he didn't know?

After thinking about it, he thought he might be crazy!

Yan Zhen folded his palms, turned his head and looked at Fu Yan with a smile, and said, "I'm going to the hospital and I'll be back in an hour." ”

"You, injured?"

Fu Yan frowned slightly, walked towards Yan Zhen with long legs, the carpet in the corridor was soft, and the footsteps were very soft.

He stood in front of Yan Zhen and looked the woman up and down, but he didn't see any obvious injuries.

But he still decided: "I'll take you to the hospital, you're alone, it's not safe." ”

"No, I'm used to being alone, it's fine."

Yan Zhen waved his hand and refused.

Fu Yan had a serious face and stretched out his hand to hold her: "It used to be, you now have a family and children, don't live like a lonely person." ”

"......" Yan Zhen was so enthusiastic that he had to obediently get into Fu Yan's car.

The night was dark and dreary, there was not a single star in the sky, the shadows of the trees on both sides of the road were rustled by the wind, and the pedestrians on the road were thinning.

The car window was open, Zhong Xiaoling was tied to Yan Zhen's side, and as the resentment on her body was absorbed by Yan Zhen, her pupils gradually softened.

Fu Yan couldn't see her, but Zhong Xiaoling could see Fu Yan.

Her coveted gaze made Yan Zhen quite uncomfortable, so she blocked her vision with a red thread.

Zhong Xiaoling giggled twice, "When he lived in the house, he was still a little doll!" At that time, his parents often quarreled, so he hid in his room, and was haunted by nightmares at night, scared to cry, but his parents were like deaf people, and they didn't care about him, they only felt pitiful for him at that time, and they didn't expect him to grow into such a good man. ”

Zhong Xiaoling was only eighteen years old when she died.

She hasn't experienced love yet.

She had been in the house before, and she had been watching Fu Yan's parents quarrel, but she didn't think there was anything good about love.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yan's attitude towards Yan Zhen was different.

In the past five years, although Fu Yan has never looked for a wife, he often looks at the bed, at the children's stunned eyes, and after Yan Zhen came back, he didn't find the joy and excitement himself, which made Zhong Xiaoling feel that love seems to be very interesting.

Yan Zhen frowned, she didn't have much impression of her in-laws who didn't even attend her son's wedding.

She didn't answer Zhong Xiaoling's words, but only said to her: "Your parents are on the third floor of the inpatient department, you go and say goodbye to them, I will send you to reincarnation, your parents will become a pair of your children in the next life, everything is karma, you have made them suffer for decades, and they should be repaid in the next life." ”

"So, I can get married in the next life? My significant other, how is he? ”

Zhong Xiaoling obviously grasped the wrong point.

Yan Zhen ignored her, after all, there were too many leaks of heavenly secrets, which would not be good for her.

Fu Yan thought that Yan Zhen came to see a doctor, but he didn't expect Yan Zhen to go directly to the inpatient department.

"......" It seems that there is really a lack of communication between them.

"I didn't prepare a gift."

Fu Yan stood at the elevator entrance with some embarrassment.

The rules of the Fu family are very strict, going to visit sick people empty-handed, or as Yan Zhen's husband, it is rude, Fu Yan feels that he will embarrass Yan Zhen and disgrace the Fu family.

"I brought it!"

Yan Zhen saw that Fu Yan was a little uncomfortable, so he pointed to the sofa on the side and said, "Please also ask Mr. Fu to sit there for a while, I will send things in and come out, it is the two old people who are sick, so it is not appropriate to disturb too much." ”

"Okay."

Fu Yan didn't know if Yan Zhen was deliberately looking for steps for him to go down.

But this woman, empathetic and ghostly, is quite cute.

In the ward, there is a faint bedside lamp.

Both old men were sick, and because they had no children under their knees, there was not even a person to wait on their beds.

This time is all falling asleep.

Yan Zhen gently pushed the door in, and the two people who were originally about to be woken up were unusually sleepy and unusually sweet.

Zhong Xiaoling's gaze swept indifferently over the faces of the two old men, twenty years have passed, her parents have aged a lot, and they are full of white hair.

Although her mother was asleep, she still held a photo in her palm, which was exactly what Zhong Xiaoling looked like before she died.

Zhong Xiaoling still remembers how resistant she was when she took that photo.

Her parents originally wanted to take her to take a family photo, but she didn't want to take a photo with her parents, so she only took a photo of her, so they never took a photo together as a family.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, her authoritarian parents have also accommodated her.

It's just that Zhong Xiaoling never cared about those accommodations.

On the contrary, it was those things that did not go well, and she remembered them especially deeply.

Perhaps, as Yan Zhen said, she is here to take revenge, so she holds grudges against her parents.

Now that he is leaving, the memories of his previous life have become extraordinarily clear.

She was almost raised by her parents, but she had a lot of thoughts, no sense of crisis, too little understanding of the world, and put herself in danger again and again.

Her parents controlled her, restricted her, and let her successfully avoid disasters again and again.

But she only saw her parents' desire to control, and she didn't understand the painstaking work of being a parent, not even if she tried to understand it once.

She always imposes the greatest malice on her parents.

But in fact, everything she had when she was alive was given by her parents.

"People are sometimes so strange, a stranger gives you a piece of candy, you will say thank you, and your parents give you everything, you will only take it for granted, strangers' faults can be tolerated, parents' faults are maliciously, people are always very strict with those who love themselves."

Zhong Xiaoling lived to be eighteen years old and never earned a penny.

But she wears the best.

But she never had a sense of gratitude.

She spends all her mind on fighting her parents, and she always thinks about how to make them more sad.

Her parents were just ordinary factory employees, earning hard-earned money.

They can go without buying clothes for several years, sew and mend a pair of socks, and even in order to save a few extra dollars, they are reluctant to eat meat dishes in the cafeteria once a week.

And Zhong Xiaoling is in school, but she lives like a rich second generation.