In the old woman's room full of memories, Qiao Dui, Bai Lian, and the old man sat around the table.

The old woman was very happy and cooked several large dishes.

Qiao Du served the three of them food and turned on the TV, which was playing the news.

Bai Lian was a little hesitant, but when he saw Qiao Duan generously picking up the bowl and pulling the food, he also picked up the bowl.

"My granddaughter should be your age."

While eating and listening to the news on the TV, the old woman suddenly spoke.

"Should?"

Bai Lian stopped his chopsticks slightly and asked.

"She and her parents haven't been here for a long time."

The old woman sighed softly.

Before, because there was an abnormality in this apartment, the children of the old man did not dare to come over, but now, even if the anomaly has been resolved, it seems that the children still do not come to visit the old man often.

This reminded Qiao Du of a previous public service announcement, in which the old man made a table of dishes during the Chinese New Year, and then the children called one by one, saying that they would not go home for dinner for various reasons, and finally the old man hung up the phone and said that it was better to be busy.

"It's okay, we'll stay with you."

Qiao Du said again.

Bai Lian didn't speak, just ate the food silently and watched the TV with relish.

After eating, Qiao Duan helped clean up the dishes again, and Bai Lian took the dishes he had washed on the side and stacked them one by one.

The old woman looked at the two as if she were her own grandchildren.

The two watched TV with the old man for a while, and Qiao Du remembered that Bai Lian had to reset every day and was ready to send her home.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the two walked down the street at night.

At this point, the urban area of Jiangcheng City is quite lively, there is an endless stream of pedestrians on the road, and occasionally someone will notice the high school uniform on Bai Lian's body, but in this indifferent city, no one comes up to ask.

Bai Lian's residential area is not too far from the editorial office, and it takes about thirty minutes to walk from Qiao Wei's house.

"Do you remember what happened at home? Was it before you became like this? ”

Qiao Dui, who was socially afraid, felt that it was too quiet for the two of them to walk like this, so he asked casually.

Anyway, the current Bai Lian doesn't know what he did before, and he won't remember today's conversation tomorrow, if he doesn't answer, then Qiao Duan will find a chance to ask again tomorrow.

"I don't remember."

Bai Lian shook his head.

She said it very blandly, like answering whether tonight's meal was good or not.

"Didn't you want to look for it?"

Qiao Du felt that if he woke up one day and found that he had no memories of his past, he would have to look for it, and his obsessive-compulsive disorder would make it impossible for him to live in such a mess.

"Nope."

Bai Lian's answer was also very simple.

"Regret."

Qiao Du can only regret this.

Maybe Bai Lian had a very painful experience before becoming the Chosen One, and it was quite normal to be reluctant to look back at this time.

"But then again, you're good at that, and most of the time it's refreshing to do something, even if you do the same thing every day, you won't get bored at all."

Qiao Du spoke again.

No matter how good a movie is, it will always get boring after watching it more than a dozen times, but Bai Lian doesn't have this kind of trouble, every day is new, and it feels cool when you think about it.

"Almost."

Bai Lian did not deny or affirm.

Qiao Du sent Bai Lian downstairs.

"Won't you invite me up for a cup of tea?"

He quipped.

"Are you going?"

Bai Lian looked at Qiao Duan suspiciously.

"Okay?"

Qiao Du followed upstairs.

Bai Lian lives in a very ordinary two-bedroom apartment, it is said that this house was bought by Zhou Mingke before and lent to Bai Lian to live, which made Qiao Duan a little indignant, why not let him live.

The room was very empty, there were hardly any personalized furnishings, the curtains were plain dark colors, the tables and chairs were almost unused, and the kitchen was clean, out of politeness, Qiao Twilight did not peep into the bathroom, but he estimated that there might only be necessities in it.

Bai Lian opened the refrigerator.

There were several bottles of mineral water in it, and she took one and handed it to Qiao Dui.

"Water."

"Oh, thank you."

Qiao Du took the mineral water and took a sip.

It's just the taste of ordinary mineral water, and it doesn't taste better just because it was handed to him by a high school girl.

"Wouldn't you add some decorations to your home, like hanging paintings, or potted plants?"

Qiao Du asked curiously.

"Trouble."

Bai Lian originally only wanted to answer one word, but he didn't feel that he could convey the meaning properly, and Qiao Duan would babble on and ask more questions, so he continued to speak.

"There's going to be a lot more things to remember, so I don't want to get them."

"Oh, yes."

Qiao Du quickly understood.

Because Bai Lian has to recall her identity and what she wants to do through the words written on her body every morning, if there are more things at home, then she has to load more information every day when she turns on the computer, which will slow down the speed.

"Do you keep a diary?"

Seeing that there was nothing on the table, Qiao Du asked again.

"Don't write."

Bai Lian replied very simply.

"Coincidentally, I don't write either."

Qiao Du nodded.

"Serious people who keep a diary."

"Hmm."

Bai Lian agreed.

She took out her homework book from her school bag, she had never had a chance to write her homework when she was at the old woman's house, so she had to start writing now.

Although most of them are wrong.

But study hard.

"It's hard."

Seeing this, Qiao Duan felt that she shouldn't disturb Bai Lian's study anymore.

He picked up the mineral water bottle, said hello to Bai Lian and prepared to leave.

As soon as I went out, I received a message on my phone.

Qiao Du took a look and found that it was He He, who was from the previous gold owner and opened a funeral company.

Before, because of Qiao Duan's delivery, the business of the funeral company has improved a lot, especially the business of arranging their own funerals in advance, which can be said to have changed from not having one order in the original months to several orders a month, and many customers from other provinces come to consult.

This message is not to make Qiao Du have another meal, but a message for help.

[He He]: Mr. Qiao, we are in trouble now, can you please have time to come to the company tomorrow, no matter the result afterwards, you will definitely be paid enough!

[Qiao Dui]: No problem!

Since the money is enough, Qiao Du is naturally obliged.

The next day.

After Qiao Duan got up, he took the bus directly to He He's funeral company.

It's obviously a lot busier than it used to be, with phone calls and a lot more staff in the office.

Qiao Du saw the young boss He He and said hello.

He He was a little worried, she handed over a document to Qiao Dui, Qiao Du looked at it and found that it was a newspaper.

The content of the newspaper criticized the funeral home's business of arranging funerals in advance, believing that it was to induce seriously ill people to give up treatment, and criticized He He's company from the level of morality.

"You want me to kill the person who wrote this story? It's not good. ”

Qiao Du put down the newspaper and said seriously.

"You're thinking too much!"

The corners of He He's mouth twitched, she rubbed her temples, and continued to speak.

"Actually, some people have been competing with us recently, but they are not a funeral business, but a crowdfunding fundraiser."

(End of chapter)