Laws of Spirit Recycling

Except for a few mannequins in wedding dresses placed at the entrance of the store, there are no other clothes hangers. The entire spacious hall on the first floor is almost full of round tables and square tables. Couples of men and women sit in front of the clerk and spread out on the table. The thick and large photo album and computer, pointing fingers and talking.

After coming in for a while late, Wu Jiu's person was nowhere to be seen.

While everyone around was busy, Yu Yan went up to the second floor.The second floor seems to be a special place for makeup and fittings. There are several large circular platforms that radiate the showy light of the stage. Walk along and look around, and finally find Wu Jiu in the innermost place. He stands in a row of brightly colored In front of the long skirt, it looks like an audience staring at the gorgeous stage in the corner.

"Did you see your teacher?" Yu Yan walked over and asked in a low voice.

Wu Jiu turned his head and said without the slightest surprise, "He's not here."

In front of them is a woman in a white wedding dress. Her long black hair is pulled back, and a few strands of soft hair are left on her neck, commensurate with her white and narrow shoulders, outlining the graceful curvature of her shoulders and neck. Flick the layered gauze pendulum and turn half a circle on the round platform, like an elegant white swan taking a selfie by the lake.

A short-haired woman and the clerk next to her praised each other. The short-haired woman took a few steps back, looked up and down, and said, "This one looks really good, it suits you very well! Just this one?"

"I just tried one, so I don't need to make a decision so quickly." The woman laughed.

"The hanger is good, you can control any clothes, but I just looked at other styles, and I still think this one is the most suitable."

"Is it true?"

The clerk squatted down and smoothed the hem of the skirt, and said, "Your vision is really good. This is a popular item in our store. It's a bit retro, and it meets Ms. Huang's request not to show too much, and it even lifts the waist. In between, it happens to cover the stomach as well."

The short-haired woman echoed: "Yes, isn't it just right, generous and elegant, your Shao Zhiwen must like it."

Huang Zhenzhen chuckled, her cheeks were blushing slightly, "He's so picky, it's not necessarily true."

"Even if you pick the aesthetics, you won't go astray. After all, he is an art teacher. By the way, why didn't he accompany you today? Are you guys still fighting over the diamond ring?"

"No, he's been working in Yuanyang these days."

The short-haired woman shook her head and smiled, "No wonder you asked me, an idler, to come out." Seeing Huang Zhenzhen lift her skirt and walk down the steps, she quickly stepped forward to support the other party's hand and said, "You are wearing high heels, be careful, this is a special period."

"It's only a small step, you are exaggerating."

The clerk said: "You should pay attention to the early stages of pregnancy, how many months?"

"Almost four months."

"It's not obvious. You must be too thin. You should eat more. Don't stop eating to keep fit just because you want to wear a wedding dress..."

When Yu Yan was looking around boredly, studying the fake candlestick hanging on the wall, Wu Jiu interrupted him.

"Let's go."

Yu Yan didn't expect it to be so fast, he turned his head to look at the few women who were still chatting, and followed Wu Jiu down the stairs.Before going out of the store, through the glass, I saw the clerk of the bridal shop talking to Fu Jianchi at the door, with an expression on his face that was almost flattering.

"Mr. Fu." Yu Yan ignored Wu Jiu who was walking towards the car, and called to his boss first.

The clerk next to Fu Jianchi glanced at him, then turned his head and continued to say to the cold-faced young man: "The price our family gives is always relatively high in the industry. If you don't believe me, you can ask the models in the bridal dress shops next to you. If you are still not satisfied, you can discuss it again~"

"No need." Fu Jianchi frowned slightly, as if his patience was almost exhausted.

Yu Yan knew that his boss had never had a good impression of human beings, so he went up to the clerk and said, "Sorry, we have to leave."

The clerk's eyes were still shining: "Are you his friend? We are recruiting male models in our store. Your friend's appearance is very suitable. Can you—"

"No." Fu Jianchi interrupted her coldly.

The clerk was a little embarrassed, and said: "Then you can come to us when you have this idea. Are you leaving? It's raining now, so I'll bring you an umbrella. There are spare ones in the store. Wait for me." "

After finishing speaking, he trotted into the shop, Fu Jianchi raised his eyes and glanced at Yu Yan, then walked down the steps.

"Mr. Fu, aren't you waiting for her to get the umbrella?" Yu Yan followed behind the other party puzzled.

"I didn't promise to wait for her."

"Oh..." Yu Yan walked to the boss silently.

The rain was floating on top of their heads, Fu Jianchi narrowed his eyes and asked, "Did you see anyone in there?"

"I see, she's trying on a wedding dress inside."

"I'm talking about Wu Jiu's art teacher."

Yu Yan felt a little strange, and answered truthfully: "No, I didn't see it."

The water flow is like a colorless veil covered from top to bottom, sliding down against the inclined arc of the vehicle, the road ahead and pedestrians become blurred in the field of vision, and are quickly drawn clearly by the windshield wipers.

The confusion in Yu Yan's heart is also like this windshield, clear for a while, hazy for a while, all originating from the ghost of this mission.Wu Jiu can be said to be the more cooperative type among so many undead that he has come into contact with, and his communication is not positive, but smooth, except for certain words and deeds - he has no anger, no anxiety, let alone irritability and restlessness.

His eyes are always slightly lowered halfway, looking like he is deep in thought, but also full of empty burnout after venting his emotions.

Maybe there is something that I haven't understood and explored... under the cover of the other party's silence.

"Just go back to the original place like this?" Under the close supervision of his boss, Yu Yan did not reveal his own myths, he chose to explore a little bit.

"Correct."

"Or go back to your art teacher?" Yu Yan heard this sentence clearly in the bridal shop, and he turned around: "But aren't they going to get married soon? Just wait here for him to come back and hold the wedding. It should be more convenient, after all, there is his home here."

Wu Jiu turned his head slightly from the rapidly receding scenery outside the window.Said: "There is no home for me here."

Yu Yan was speechless, thought for a while and replied: "When you reincarnate, you will have a new and complete family."

A faint smile appeared on Wu Jiu's face, and he stopped talking.

"Besides Shao Zhiwen, do you have anyone else you want to see?" Yu Yan couldn't help being curious because he hadn't heard the other party mention friends other than relatives and art teachers.

"No." He was answered without hesitation.

"It feels like no one is important to you." Yu Yan stared at the wipers that passed by like a rag wiping a table, and continued: "However, it is very rare to have a teacher who has not been in contact with you for three years and still pays attention to it."

"Fast three years." Wu Jiu's point made Yu Yan puzzled, he continued to correct: "It's not three years yet."

"I remember it very clearly. Since this teacher is so important, why didn't you keep in touch later? Just because you are abroad? You can also call and send text messages abroad." Yu Yan did not forget to make up the communication he learned from the human world. Way.

Wu Jiu calmly said, "It's because he doesn't want to contact me."

"why?"

"Because we broke up." He looked even more melancholy when he said this.

"You..." Yu Yan turned back, with an unbelievable tone, and said, "Have you ever been in love?"

"Yes."

I finally know where the strange place is.

The first thing I did after my death was to see the teacher I hadn’t contacted for a few years. I didn’t smile when I saw the wedding photo of my mentor and fiancee. I even went back immediately when I learned that Shao Zhiwen was not at home. It took a lot of time to meet him before the wedding. He, all this is because Wu Jiu has another relationship with his high school art teacher.

A lover is an emotional relationship that is more intimate than a teacher and a student. When the two overlap, it becomes a secret, deep, and subtle bond.

After a little shock, Yu Yan asked: "Did he break up with you? What was the reason for the breakup?"

Wu Jiu leaned his head on the window, seemed to be recalling, and said, "The reason is that he didn't want to delay me. This was probably his excuse. I was abroad at the time, no matter how I tried to persuade him to stay on the phone, he insisted on breaking up."

Shao Zhiwen's thick eyebrows and starry eyes in the wedding photo correspondingly appeared in Yu Yan's mind, and said: "Maybe... it is true as he said."

"No matter what the reason is, we finally broke up. He promised me that he would wait for three years and stay single for three years. If we don't let go of this relationship after three years, we will get back together."

It turns out that just now Wu Jiu emphasized "less than three years" because of this.

Yu Yan said: "What if he lets go?"

Wu Jiu smiled, but without the slightest warmth, he said, "Let's find a new beginning for each of us."

"He started it in less than three years..." Yu Yan observed the other party's expression, and said, "Do you still have feelings for him?"

For this question, Wu Jiu seemed to be thinking about the answer for the first time. After thinking for a long time, Yu Yan almost thought that he would not be able to answer, so he said softly: "Yes, but I don't know what kind of feeling it is... "

His expression was complicated and unspeakable, like a backlog of dark clouds rolling in the sky.

"Does he know about your return to China?" There was a long silence, and Yu Yan started to talk again.

"know."

"Then he's going to work in Yuanyang, will he visit you by the way? But you already..." Yu Yan frowned, and changed the subject: "Maybe he knows."

Wu Jiu said, "So what if you know?"

"Understand and go to the funeral? Shall we go to the mourning hall?"

Regarding Yu Yan's suggestion, Wu Jiu unexpectedly refused, "No, don't go to the mourning hall, just go home."

"Don't you want to see him?"

They drove back to the parking lot of the community where Wu Jiu lived, found a parking space and parked, Yu Yan and Fu Jianchi followed Wu Jiu into the building, and took the elevator to the 19th floor. Not long after nightfall, there were only a few people in the elevator.After arriving, Wu Jiu entered a series of unlock codes at the door, and the door opened.

The style of Wu Jiu's apartment is minimalist, all made of three colors of black, white and gray, and the furniture is fine and light, quite modern.

"Usually you live here alone?" Yu Yan walked to the milky white table and saw a glass bottle filled with gypsophila placed on it.

"Before I went abroad, I was here alone. After I went abroad, I hired someone from a cleaning company to clean it regularly."

Facing the spotless but unpopular home, Wu Jiu's expression was stunned. He walked to Yu Yan's side slowly, with every step as if he was restraining himself from making a sound, and frowned slightly as he watched the luxuriant cluster of stars all over the sky. , and then looked left and right, showing an awe-inspiring expression for a moment.

Yu Yan saw him walking through the living room to the bedroom.

The door opened suddenly, and a man walked out from inside. Different from the majestic and capable one in the photo, he had calm brows and fine lines around his eyes, but he exuded a refined charm.

Shao Zhiwen was obviously taken aback when he saw Wu Jiu, and quickly calmed down, "You're back."

"I didn't expect you to be here." Wu Jiu's voice trembled slightly.

"I'm here...to have a look." Shao Zhiwen glanced at Yu Yan and Fu Jianchi behind Wu Jiu, "Wu Jiu, who are they?"

"They're not human."

A trace of vigilance flashed in Shao Zhiwen's eyes.

Wu Jiu continued: "You helped me tidy up the studio."

"Well, don't you let others move this room, I just took care of it a little bit."

Wu Jiu walked in, and found that the books he had left on the table after reading them had been placed on the bookshelves, and the picture frames he placed on the corner of the wall were framed on the wall. There are several cylindrical lamps hanging in the middle of the ceiling, and the warm orange light shines on the blank drawing paper of the easel.

Putting away all the scattered items and leaving the middle space empty, Wu Jiu turned around and said, "Thank you."

"I tidied it up casually, thinking that no one would use it. If you want to use it, you can find it in the bookshelves and cabinets. They are all inside." Shao Zhiwen pondered and looked at him: "I thought we would never meet again."