After the divorce, the boss doted on me

There are two deadliest places in this world.

One is a crematorium.

Countless corpses are brought here every day, some of them have a mighty team crying for him, while others.Accompanied only by one or two impatient relatives, and hearing the final gift of "the old man is finally dead".

The other is Yongfu Mausoleum.

Numerous ashes were put into urns with different prices, and then buried in various locations with the same price and different prices.

Some are located in a single courtyard, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and can overlook the beautiful scenery of some scenic spots. They are treated the same as those who spent tens of millions to buy villas. Those whose ashes are buried here will definitely laugh in their hearts. Flowers: I couldn't afford a luxury house during my lifetime, but at least I can enjoy these mountains, rivers, rivers, rivers, flowers and plants after my death.

But some ashes were not so lucky, barely crowded on a wall, occupying one of the densely packed honeycomb-like holes in the middle.

When the younger generations with filial piety came to burn incense, it was hard to find them for a while, but when they found them, they were about to scold their mothers.

The only bit of filial piety was arrested and exhausted patiently, "A fucking ashes are placed like a national treasure, what a fart!" So he tossed the chrysanthemum he brought.walk away.

Today is the day for the funeral of the Yi family's grandma. The Yi family is a big family, and there are many brothers in the Pang family.

Yi Zecheng doesn't like excitement, and he doesn't like it because of funerals.

So, Yi Zecheng put the old lady at home and went to the cemetery alone.

Grandma is also a person who doesn't like excitement.

When Yi Zecheng arrived at the cemetery, the weather gradually darkened.

The sun was shining brightly before going out.

Yi Zecheng held his grandma's urn tightly on his mobile phone.

Inlaid in the middle of the box are the few color photos left by grandma. In the photos, she is kind-hearted, always smiling, as if she has never been troubled.

Yi Zecheng couldn't remember when this photo was taken, but in his memory, grandma was as beautiful, elegant and generous as when she was young.

Today is the day of the funeral, and he was the only one who came to the Yi family.

The world is hot and cold, and human feelings are shallow.

The world has always been like this.

In the cemetery, under the tombstone, there are many flowers and offerings.

Yi Zecheng couldn't help but sigh with emotion, people are alive and real estate agents earn money from the house, how many young people have struggled for most of their lives for one room and a half living room, and even some young couples who yearn for marriage and hope to draw a perfect end to their love , and eventually lost in front of the real house, if you don’t have a house, you don’t get married. This sentence, I don’t know when it has become an unchanging truth that everyone knows well.

I thought that after death, people don't take a cent with them, but now because of the cemetery, they are once again taken by the real estate agent to death.

Most of them are elders. As a junior, who would have the heart to have bricks and tiles to shelter them from the wind and rain, but not even a tomb for their deceased relatives.

Even if there are such indifferent people who can calmly face the condemnation of their conscience, they cannot escape the pointing of the people behind them, and in the end they cannot escape the fate of obediently handing over the money to the real estate agent.

He squatted in front of grandma's tombstone and wiped it gently.

The wind gradually picked up.

A gust of cool wind swept the remaining paper ashes in the paper furnace in front of the tombstone to Yi Zecheng's feet.

He took out a paper towel from his pocket and wiped the marble inlaid side stove gently.

This kind of thing is still not sloppy.

After kowtowing twice in front of the tombstone, he lit a fire and began to burn papers one by one.

The heat is blowing.

The paper money they brought gradually burned out, and there were still scattered embers under the pile of black ash, and occasionally a spark burst out.

Yi Zecheng stirred in the paper stove with a fire stick, and after making sure that all the paper money and intentions were conveyed to grandma accurately and silently, he cleaned up the surroundings of grandma's tombstone again.

At least this is the place where grandma sleeps forever.

Yi Zecheng got up and took grandma's urn from the tombstone, and there was still some black ash on the wooden box.

He took the paper and kept wiping it repeatedly on the urn, as if to wipe out the light.

After burning the paper, grandma's urn had to be put back in place.

But in just two hours, the sky gradually darkened.

Holding the urn in his hands, Yi Zecheng turned around and entered the building dedicated to placing urns.

Because there was no one in the building, it looked very empty at the moment, only the sound of Yi Zecheng's footsteps going up the stairs, bumping back and forth between the buildings.

If there is a timid person at this time, they will be shocked when they hear the sudden crisp footsteps.

Yi Zecheng walked to the original position, took out the key from his pocket, opened the glass window, carefully put the urn in, and then slowly arranged the surrounding decorations in an orderly manner. The moment it was closed, he Looking at the small photo of the smiling grandma in the middle of the urn with some reluctance, she muttered to herself: "Goodbye, grandma."

After placing the urn, he closed the door and walked out.

Yi Zecheng walked slowly towards the stairwell, turned his head to the side, and there was still a room that was not closed, and he must have come to worship today.

As if he had lost his soul, Yi Zecheng walked in unexpectedly.

Every glass window has the same urns and decorations as grandma's.

If I have to say it is different, it is probably because the material of the urn is different from the material of the decoration.

Those who are richer are all high-quality nanmu, agarwood, and mahogany. If the family is not so rich, they are made of ordinary wood.

Probably it is to show one's filial piety by giving the wood on the place where the dead person's body is placed.

Or maybe this is the new way to show off your wealth.

Yi Zecheng shook his head involuntarily.

People are indeed extremely hypocritical and vain.

Inside most of the glass windows, there is only one urn.

If another family member has passed away, the neighbors will not be embarrassed, saying that they are reluctant to open another glass window, or in other words, they are reluctant to repair another tombstone.

Even if the price of the cemetery is ridiculously expensive now, we must do this to save face.

Yi Zecheng saw only one window in a row of glass windows, and there were two urns in it, one on the left and one on the right, surrounded by a photo frame.

It's a photo of the two of them.

It was a dead couple, and the date was the same.

Doesn't look very old.

A few short pieces of information have formed a story in Yi Zecheng's mind.

Probably because of an accident, the two died at the same time.

Looking at the photos and dates, it was only a short year after his death, and he was only in his thirties.

Although the two urns were opened on the left and right, they were tied together with a red ribbon.

Is this what is said, life and death?

People who are bound by life and death, if there is no good result in this life, they should meet again in the next life.

The person who has carved his mark on the other person in this life will always meet in the crowd in the next life even if he goes around in circles. With just one glance, he will know that you are the right person.

Yi Zecheng suddenly remembered the famous love story in the past, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

Although it was a tragedy, it eventually turned into a double butterfly.

However, throughout the ages, even after death, there is only that couple who want to cuddle together.

People's hearts are really hard to guess, and they keep saying that they will be together in the next life, and the person who only loves you in this life will eventually leave.

When I turned around and went out, the sky had already cleared unconsciously.

When he left here, he also hid his fragility in a timely manner.

In the evening, Yi Zecheng came back very late.

Lu Jiayi didn't ask, because he didn't let himself ask more about Yi Zecheng, and besides, she didn't have the energy to ask more.

Because, she has a fever.

I don't know the reason, probably because the air conditioner was turned too low last night, so since Yi Zecheng went out, she started to burn in a daze.

In a daze, she had many dreams, dreams from childhood to adulthood, dreams before and after marriage, dreams before and after divorce, from the secret love of poetry to the later mutual torture...

She didn't remember whether she was crying, but she only knew that when she woke up, the corners of her eyes were still wet, and a large area beside the pillow was also wet.

When she opened her eyes, she was a little startled, because she was not in her own room, although this room was in a familiar warm yellow tone, with beige linen roller blinds next to it, it was obvious that the overall color was warm, and the overall style But it looked a lot like the frigidity of a hotel, similar to the room she lived in, but she was still taken aback.

After a few seconds of reaction, she realized that this was Yi Zecheng's room.

When she married Yi Zecheng, even though the two would have skin-to-skin contact, Yi Zecheng would go back to his room to sleep, and he didn't allow himself to go to his room, just like he didn't allow himself to touch his fish Same.

Therefore, when Lu Jiayi found out that she was in Yi Zecheng's room, she was a little frightened.

She barely moved her neck, but found that her entire back was aching.

Maybe it was because she sweated a lot at night, and her skin was sticky and uncomfortable.

The whole body was so tired that it was about to fall apart. She tried to climb several times but failed to get up. Finally, Yi Zecheng who walked in from the door helped her up.

"Why am I in your room?"

Yi Zecheng didn't answer, but brought her a glass of water, "Drink the water first."

Lu Jiayi looked at Yi Zecheng in front of him, sitting quietly by the bed. The clothes he was wearing were the same as when he went out yesterday. The black shirt looked solemn and solemn, but it was a little wrinkled, and there seemed to be blue spots in his eye sockets. Hei, is that the trace of staying up all night?
Did he stay up late taking care of himself?
Yi Zecheng's hand fell on her forehead, and the brows that were frowning gradually relaxed, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, "Well, the fever is gone."

The way he spoke was so gentle that Lu Jiayi didn't know him, as if the person in front of her was a stranger.

He asked softly again, "Is there anything else you're uncomfortable with?"

Lu Jiayi felt that the picture in front of him was a bit unreal.

She had fantasized and wished that she could get such treatment countless times, especially when she saw Yi Zecheng doing his best to take care of her sister in the hospital.

At that time, she was thinking, if one day she was sick, would Yi Zecheng take care of her like this.

However, she was disappointed.

Even when they were married back then, he had never taken care of her so carefully and tenderly.

It is precisely because of repeated hopes that she has been disappointed again and again. After many blows, she has become the tough girl she is now.

But now, she only felt that the emotions that had been buried in her heart seemed to be opened up again.

After a long silence, she slowly said, "I'm fine."

Yi Zecheng got up from the bed and asked, "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

Right now, Yi Zecheng's tone of voice to her seemed to be back when his sister was still alive, or, as if he was talking to his sister Lu Jiajing instead of her.

This made Lu Jiayi feel that this was just a dream.

A dream that was so good that she didn't want to wake up again, because she was worried that once she woke up, everything would disappear.

Lu Jiayi turned her head away, not knowing what to say, she opened her mouth, but finally chose to remain silent.

But after all, she had a fever all night and hadn't even eaten a drop of rice. Even if she didn't say anything, her stomach gurgled twice at this moment, completely betraying her.

Lu Jiayi's cheeks turned red unconsciously.

Fortunately, Yi Zecheng didn't intend to laugh at her.

Yi Zecheng just turned around and walked out. The other party didn't give her a chance to witness his cooking skills.

Because it takes no more than 10 minutes for the whole process from entering the kitchen to preparing the food and bringing it out.

Reddish-brown soba noodles, with a few slices of green cabbage floating on top, and two distinct yellow and white poached eggs.

Immediately, the aroma overflowed.

When it was brought in front of Lu Jiayi, she was a little blinded by the heat coming towards her face.

Lu Jiayi has never been a hypocritical woman, nor is she the kind of woman who moans without illness, but no matter who she is, she will be touched by someone taking care of her all night, let alone Yi Zecheng.

It's just that this feeling didn't last long, only a moment, because she always kept in mind the lessons learned from the past.

Even if it is moved, it is only moved for a short while.

This is her limit to herself.

Because falling in love with Yi Zecheng again is too risky for her. Last time, she used her life as a gamble, and she really couldn't afford to gamble.

Because she had a fever all night, Lu Jiayi's whole mouth had no taste, so she ate very slowly.

This is probably because it is tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to discard it.

Seeing that Lu Jiayi wanted to swallow the noodles one by one, Yi Zecheng simply got up and went to the refrigerator to get her a can of pickled cucumbers.

Or the imported one.

Lu Jiayi was not polite at all, she stretched out her chopsticks directly, and I have to say that when the pickled cucumber was put into her mouth, she immediately felt her appetite whet.

Soon, a bowl of noodles was eaten, and Yi Zecheng, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke, breaking the silence between the two.

"If you don't want to work with me, close Cosini."

The tone is so ordinary that it seems to be making homework.

Lu Jiayi was stunned, poked the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks, pursed his lips, and finally asked after a long time, "Why?"

"I don't think you have talent."

"But," Lu Jiayi did not give up, "Designing clothes and becoming an excellent fashion designer is my dream."

"But your dreams can't feed you." Yi Zecheng paused and continued: "Maybe it's cruel to say this, but I hope you can look at Cosini's profit and loss in the past few months. I am a Businessman, if a project has invested a lot of cost in the early stage, but there has been no profit, what I can do is not to continue to consume it, but to stop the loss in time."

Lu Jiayi put down her chopsticks, "Are you targeting me? If, if the person standing in front of you today was not me, but my sister, would you say the same?"

Yi Zecheng was slightly taken aback, "You think too much, I'm just doing business."

"Business?" Lu Jiayi chuckled, "Aren't you targeting me? Ever since you chose to help my father, I have stepped into your trap step by step, following all your arrangements. That's what I owe Yours, I admit, but Cosini poured my heart and soul into it, and there's no way I'd just give it up."

"Lu Jiayi," compared with the turbulent waves in her heart, Yir Zecheng's expression was always calm, and he said slowly: "Why are you still so naive after all these years? Do you think it's just you? People, can you turn Cosini into a profit? Do you think that you can design with peace of mind and don’t care about profit and loss? Is it because of your so-called design? It’s all because of Yi’s support. If there is no Yi’s support, do you think, Will anyone still read your designs?"

Lu Jiayi silently lowered her head, closed her lips, and clenched her hands. She really wanted to refute, but she knew better than anyone else that what Yi Zecheng said was the truth.

Did you just give up?
Since she took over Cosini and completed new product designs time and time again with her team members, she felt the strength of the team for the first time, the passion and struggle of being supported by everyone and working together for a goal.

So, Cosini is not just her dream, but the dream of the whole studio.

How could she give up so easily.

So, she slowly put down her chopsticks, looked up at him, and said courageously, "Boss Yi, can you give me one more chance, even if it's just one more time."

She was almost pleading.

The Patek Philippe in Yi Zecheng's hand was a bit dazzling under the light. After a moment of silence, he spoke calmly, without any emotion, "No."

She clearly knew that he would reject her, but when it really came out of his mouth, she would still be so sad and disappointed.

Perhaps, the recent days are really too comfortable, so comfortable that she forgets what kind of person Yi Zecheng is.

Women are probably like this. Once they have a relationship with a man, they will always have expectations.

I look forward to him being like the hero in the TV series, the hero saves the beauty at a critical moment and makes concessions to her.

However, she was wrong. What was wrong was not that Yi Zecheng would not be like the hero, but that she was not his heroine.