Lucid dreaming

Wang Jiayi called the head teacher back then, and the head teacher was still teaching at the High School Attached to Mingcheng, but he will retire in a few years, and now he no longer leads the graduating class. teacher.

The two chatted insincerely for a while about the current situation of education, and Wang Jiayi mentioned the plan to hold a class reunion.The teacher said straightforwardly: "Okay, I haven't seen these children for ten years. We have a class group, and I will pull you in later."

Wang Jiayi couldn't help but silently recite the phrase "modern technology liberates mankind".He joined the group and revealed his identity as an assistant, and everyone was quite indifferent.A woman's avatar said in a neutral tone: "Now the rich second generation rely on assistants to come to the classmate group to win relationships."

"No, no." Wang Jiayi quickly confessed, "I pulled him in right away. By the way, did our class only have thirty or so people back then?"

The woman said, "No."

"There are more than 60 people."

"Some people can't be reached."

"Oh..." Wang Jiayi sighed, "I must have gone abroad. It has developed well, and I don't use these domestic software much."

"No way." Through WeChat, he seemed to hear the woman's sneer, "If it develops well, we will be an assistant group. Some people can't be contacted, some people have entered, are sick, and they can't use these even if they want to."

Wang Jiayi's fingers trembled a little, he typed a line of words and then deleted them, typed a line of words and then deleted them, and finally typed slowly: "Then people nowadays should cherish everyone."

The teacher may also think that the woman's words are too aggressive, and said in the group, "The party secretary, you must set an example, how can you treat your former classmates like this."

It turned out that she was the former Youth League secretary.

She didn't reply for a long time, she seemed to feel that she had made a mistake, and she might be busy with work. After a while, she said coldly, "Mmm, I'm sorry."

Wang Jiayi had an intuition that this woman might be a breakthrough.His former Communist Youth League secretary was a thug who actively applied for class cadres in order to get into D in high school. He didn't know anything about the class.Ten years later, Li Zhaowei's Youth League secretary still had hostility in his tone, obviously remembering the connection back then.

He privately added the Wechat of the party secretary, and it looked like she was married, wearing a white wedding dress, sideways, with a deep silhouette set off by the photography lights.

The League branch secretary immediately approved his request.And asked, "What are you doing?"

Wang Jiayi asked straight to the point: "Do you know Ke Xi?"

There was another long silence, and Wang Jiayi guessed that she should be madly complaining to her former friends now.After waiting for eternity, she finally replied: "What are you asking him for?"

"Tomb-sweeping." Wang Jiayi said, "This is the heart knot of my leader."

"I don't know." The League secretary said.

The conversation was deadlocked.Several messages popped up on the intranet, informing Wang Jiayi to deal with some coding problems.Wang Jiayi lay down in front of the computer and typed on the keyboard for a while, and when he looked at the phone, he saw several messages from the Communist Youth League secretary.

"Let's be honest, why on earth did you inquire about Ke Xi's news? Are you really an assistant? You inquired about Ke Xi just to visit his grave. Is this your corporate culture, or his personal behavior?"

Wang Jiayi thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth.The premise of exchanging stories is telling your own story.

He talked a lot, and this time the party secretary didn't reply for a long time, but Wang Jiayi felt that she was not busy with work, but was staring at his messages on the other side of the phone.

"Are you his boyfriend?"

Wang Jiayi's cheeks were a little hot, and he sent an embarrassing cat expression.For some reason, he felt that the Youth League secretary seemed to be smiling over there.

"really."

"Sorry, I don't know where Ke Xi is. He was in an accident during the summer vacation of his third year in high school. We only know that he died. I heard that he was rescued in Anning Hospital for eight hours, but he couldn't be saved in the end..."

Anning Hospital.In this way, Hospice may know where Kosi's body ended up.The space in the hospital is limited, and it is impossible to stop at the mortuary all the time.

"Then I'll go to Anning Hospital and ask."

"Ke Xi isn't there." The league secretary said, "I've been there."

Wang Jiayi immediately lifted his spirits: "Why did you go to that place?"

"I once said very harsh things to them," said the league secretary. "Now I regret it all the time. I didn't understand anything at the time, but I didn't have the opportunity to apologize to Ke Xi. After graduating from university, I went to the Anning Hospital several times. , didn’t even ask where Ko Xi was after that.”

Although I don't know what the Youth League secretary said, but Wang Jiayi thinks that she cares about some useless things.He replied perfunctorily, "Don't take it to heart", but the party secretary didn't believe it, and obviously didn't want to talk about it in depth.

"By the way, you just said that someone is sick, who is it?"

"Du Hang," said the Youth League secretary.

This is the first time I heard this name, I don't know if it has something to do with this matter, anyway, it's okay to ask.Wang Jiayi casually asked "Who is Du Hang", and the answer from the party secretary surprised him.

"Ke Xi's cousin. He is my colleague, the director of the street office. He was sent in four years ago."

He found the phone number at the front desk of Ning'an Hospital on the directory information desk, called him, and asked the girl at the front desk with an irritable voice to transfer to the psychiatric ward. The transfer sound was endless, and finally a man picked it up: "Hello?"

"Excuse me, is there a patient named Du Hang here?" Wang Jiayi said.

The other party was silent for a moment: "Who are you?"

"I'm Du Hang's former high school classmate." Wang Jiayi reported the name of the league secretary without blushing, "We are going to have a class reunion, and we can't get in touch with Du Hang. I heard he is in the hospital now? Can we?" To see him?"

That man was obviously also the first to hear that his high school classmates were coming to the mental hospital for a reunion.He put down the phone, and in the vague voice, Wang Jiayi heard him running around asking several people, and finally returned to the phone, and told Du Hang's ward.

You can always find some clues in Cousin Kexi.This family is too powerful, either dead or crazy.It's really not a family, don't enter a family.

Wang Jiayi asked for leave, the leader looked at him a little strangely, and signed the leave slip anyway.Wang Jiayi has seen this look on many people's faces. With this look, they silently stared at the legendary girl who relied on unspoken rules for her position.

He can ignore this look, or ignore the playful attitude behind this look.

As long as he figured out what happened back then.

The elevator stopped on the seventh floor.Usually the seventh floor is empty, but today for some reason there is a large group of people, chattering, chattering, and these people seem to be women, queuing up, I don't know what happened. .

A man in the middle waved at him. Wang Jiayi took a closer look, only to find that the man in the middle wearing a Gucci floral suit was a Korean.His eyes are sharp enough.

Dressed like this, he can't tell his gender when he stands among the girls.Wang Jiayi pressed the door open button, squeezed through the girls with half-exposed shoulders, and walked in front of the Koreans.

The Korean smiled flatteringly at him, and said, "I knew it was you when I saw it."

Wang Jiayi raised his hand and scratched the back of his neck, not knowing how to answer. The Korean leaned on a table temporarily placed in the middle hall of the seventh floor, pointed at the people around him with his right hand, and asked, "Are you a few of you?" What do you think?"

Wang Jiayi looked over one by one, two girls were as beautiful as starlets, and their bare shoulders seemed to be able to shine; there was also a handsome boy with a suit jacket, black and white pencil pants, and small boots. Playful fashion sense.Wang Jiayi couldn't guess the intention of the Korean, so he said cautiously: "Very good."

"Look at others again." The Korean said.

Wang Jiayi turned around, there were about a dozen people in the middle hall, all of them were well-dressed, standing among the flowers, Wang Jiayi suddenly felt that he was a bit out of the ordinary.

The Korean seemed to be waiting for his expression to change, and said in time: "It's almost there. Let me ask you, are they more beautiful, or you are more beautiful."

Wang Jiayi felt the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably, wanting to laugh and complain: "It's them."

The Korean couldn't hide the pride on his face, and silently made an oh mouth: "Oh~ then tell me, how confident do you have to stay by my brother's side."

Wang Jiayi couldn't help rubbing his nose: "I don't understand, do you mean that these people are all young love objects?"

A trace of embarrassment quickly flashed across the Korean's face. "That's not true. But you are so ugly, what confidence do you have?"

From the expression of the girl next to him, Wang Jiayi belatedly realized that the Korean came out for his brother.He sighed, and said: "Li...what do you call me, Mr. Li, did you call me here to discuss this issue? You should know that falling in love does not depend on one's will. What does appearance matter? Woolen cloth?"

The Korean stood up straight, gritted his teeth, and suddenly looked like an angry teenager: "Of course it has something to do with it. You were chosen by my brother because of your looks? You...you break up with my brother quickly, resign, and change a family." The company works hard. Did you go to school to seek a job just to be a leader?"

Wang Jiayi looked at the ceiling above the Koreans, silently counted to ten in his heart, and at the same time silently said that we are not a family and do not enter a family.Not a family, not a company.

The Korean followed his gaze, looked at the ceiling, and then looked back: "What are you looking at? I told you last time, how much money do you think is suitable? Don't wait for my sister to make a move, or you will be miserable. My sister will definitely peel off your skin and use your bones to make soup."

He is still a child.

Wang Jiayi smiled wryly after hearing the words: "Mr. Li, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first, and I'll talk to you later."

The Korean opened his eyes wide in resentment, took a long puff from his nose like a train starting, raised his chin, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"An Ning Hospital."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Jiayi could swear that he saw panic on the childish faces of the Koreans. "An Ning Hospital? Do you have an infectious disease?!"

"...Not yet, sorry."

The Korean still looked at him suspiciously, so Wang Jiayi had no choice but to spread his hands to him, expressing that he had nothing.The Korean looked at his wrist and palm, then raised his pensive eyes, and suddenly reached out to hold Wang Jiayi's wrist, and squeezed it.

A female colleague next to her kept writing something on a stack of forms, checking some information with the list next to her from time to time, and finally finished writing, she raised her head and asked, "Mr. Li, you still need... oh."

Her gaze swung back and forth between Wang Jiayi and the Koreans like a ping pong ball, and it was hard to tell from her expression whether she was suspicious or excited.But Wang Jiayi had an ominous premonition that he would soon become the protagonist of a gossip post.

He gently withdrew his hand, took a few steps back, still maintaining the surrender posture with his hands raised beside his face, and said, "Mr. Li, go get busy, I..."

He clasped his fingers with both hands, pointed his index finger in the direction of the elevator, grinned, and squeezed out of the crowd.He didn't quicken his pace until he couldn't see the suspicious gaze cast by the Korean.

This time he vowed to take the stairs.