Laws of Spirit Recycling

"What's the matter?" Shao Zhiwen entered the password again, but found that the door still couldn't be opened, he turned to Wu Jiu and said, "Did you change the password?"

"Yes." Wu Jiu stood in front of the coffee table in the living room, his face sinking like water, "I changed it when you went to the studio last night."

"Why do you want to do this?" The question blurted out, Shao Zhiwen understood something in an instant, and said, "Little Jiu, stop being persistent, what's the point of continuing to pester me, let me go."

Wu Jiu replied, "What if I refuse?"

Shao Zhiwen was dumb, his helpless and sad expression seemed to be suffering, his voice approached flattering, and said: "I'm going to Linye, Zhenzhen is still waiting for me at home, she doesn't know anything, I have to wait for her when she learns the news of her death." Arrived before, Xiao Jiu, the relationship between us is over, why can't we break up peacefully, and make trouble like this?"

"Break up? I never promised." Wu Jiu's expression showed no emotion, and he completely returned to the appearance when he was facing Yu Yan.

Yu Yan and Fu Jianchi quietly watched this pair of old lovers whose grievances were hard to resolve from the balcony.

Shao Zhiwen's eyes were determined, and he said: "Whether you agree or not, three years have passed, I already have a fiancée, and I was supposed to get married next week... I didn't fulfill my promise to you, and now it's like God is punishing me , but there is nothing wrong, I just want to go back and see her, Xiao Jiu, can you tell me the password? I owe you, and I will pay it back in the next life."

"What if there is no afterlife?" Wu Jiu took a step forward and said in a persuasive tone, "Isn't it good now? You and I are lonely ghosts that no one can see, and there is no one around us." You know, you don’t need to mind worldly views, you don’t need to worry about future and development, you can go to all the places you want to go, didn’t you say before that you want to go to Beihai, Guangxi, we can also—”

"Enough!" Shao Zhiwen couldn't bear to interrupt him, "Impossible, we can't go back, let go."

He looked at the veil blown up by the wind on the balcony, his eyes turned cold, and he said to Wu Jiu: "If you still refuse to tell me the password, I won't force it, but I want to tell you that today, even from the 19th floor Jump down, and I'm going too."

"Are you really unwilling to stay longer?" Wu Jiu's face became more and more gloomy in the gray light.

"Yes."

Shao Zhiwen walked to the balcony, calmly said: "Anyway, I have already died once, and now I am neither a ghost nor a ghost, and nothing will happen if I jump down. It would be better if it happened, it would be a pleasure for me."

"Then you jump." Wu Jiu stared sideways at him, sneered to himself, and said, "Jump down and leave, and you won't see your fiancée."

Shao Zhiwen frowned, and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean by that?"

"Before I came back here, I went to Linye and saw her in your house. Of course, she couldn't see me." Wu Jiu's voice didn't fluctuate at all, like a raindrop falling from a hard and cold flat panel. Sliding over, "Then... I killed her."

"What are you talking about?! Impossible...you won't do this, you must be lying to me!"

"When she entered the room yesterday, she was about to go out to try on the wedding dress. Before leaving, I closed the window. I took this opportunity to push her down." Looking at the anger in Shao Zhiwen's eyes, it seemed to prove myself to him Then, Wu Jiu continued to calmly say: "She is still pregnant with a child, this should be called...one dead body and two lives."

"Wu Jiu——" Shao Zhiwen roared, rushed forward and lifted his collar, glared angrily, and asked, "Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this? She's just a woman who doesn't know anything! You How did you do it?! Really only 28 years old! You not only killed her, but also killed my child—"

Shao Zhiwen's crazy shouts filled the living room. His eyes were red, and one or two tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably. His expression was angry and painful, and his body was trembling due to emotional fluctuations.

Yu Yan wanted to stop it, but was stopped by Fu Jianchi's hand gestures, so he stood up straight and focused on the two people who were about to wrestle in the living room, ready to make a move at any time.

The corner of Wu Jiu's mouth curled into a slight smile, maybe because of the tight collar, his voice sounded weak, "Isn't that good? Maybe then she can come to accompany you."

"You lunatic!" Shao Zhiwen clenched his loose hand into a fist and swung it at the opponent's face.

Wu Jiu took a few steps back, and when he touched the legs of the coffee table, there was a rubbing sound, Yu Yan walked in from the balcony, and stood between the two confronting people, stopping the dispute like a mediator, but with an expression that remained the same forever own indifference.

"It's pointless for you to fight like this."

As if he was afraid that Yu Yan would go on and tell the truth, Wu Jiu took a step ahead of him and said, "The password is the previous number from right to left."

Shao Zhiwen didn't say a word, the anger in his body hadn't dissipated, but the temperature in his eyes slowly dropped, turning into a look that was more indifferent and distant than looking at strangers, this kind of look inexplicably hurt Wu Jiu.

An hour ago, they were sitting side by side on the carpet recalling the past.

At this time, the old feelings of the past are vague, and they are like smoke and ashes.

After Shao Zhiwen left, Wu Jiu returned to the studio.

He is now in an extraordinary body, and after being beaten, there is no injury mark on his face, which is no different from before.Seeing him setting up the easel and standing in front of the white paper, Yu Yan pondered, so he stepped forward to watch.

After waiting for a long time without Wu Jiu starting to draw, Yu Yan said, "Have you decided to draw something?"

"I've thought about it, but I don't know how to draw it."

These words came from the mouth of a famous painter, it was extremely wonderful, Yu Yan said: "What do you want to paint?"

Wu Jiu remained silent for a long time.

After a while of silence, Yu Yan returned to the question he wanted to ask earlier, "Why did you lie to Shao Zhiwen just now, saying that you killed his fiancée?"

Wu Jiu opened a black box, which was full of painting tools. While picking out the right brush, he said nonchalantly, "I want to see his expression."

"Look at his expression?" Yu Yan frowned inexplicably when he thought of Shao Zhiwen's hoarse and bulging veins.

Wu Jiu's voice suddenly became serious: "Maybe there is no special reason, I did it when I wanted to say that."

It was indeed a lie that came up on the spur of the moment. If you want to investigate the reason, it seems that you can't find the necessary reason for doing so. It's just that at that moment, when you know that Shao Zhiwen will leave eventually, a certain emotion surges in your body. The grief suppressed with all my strength, the last struggle after hope has been lost.

It's not jealousy or something, although he has fantasized about reuniting with Shao Zhiwen countless times.After he knew that it was impossible to recover, what he thought of was how to completely give up on himself.

Maybe the way is... to see the other person's hatred for me, that expression is transformed from guilt, pity, and a little shadow of love, into deep disgust.After being pushed away mercilessly, the gentleness that had been built collapsed, and he had nothing to remember about the past anymore.

Wu Jiu who seemed to have figured it out finally wrote, and found Yu Yan beside him, looking at him without blinking.

"I'm not used to someone watching from the side."

Yu Yan, who was very interested, couldn't force him to stay, so he said: "Then I'll go out." He glanced at the low easel by the wall, his eyes lit up, and said: "By the way, you can give me a piece of paper and a pen Is it?"

"Yes, the easel is also for your use."

The leaden gray sky was dragged down by a few thick clouds, and the high-rise buildings on the opposite side seemed to go straight into the clouds in the swaying wind. Yu Yan was awed by this majestic stalwart, lying on the balcony and looking at the scenery visible from the high-rise buildings.

"You have been watching for three hours." A calm male voice reminded me.

Only then did Yu Yan come back to his senses, and he glanced guiltyly at Fu Jianchi, who was also leaning on the balcony but facing the room. The other party looked sideways and stared at him without warmth. Yu Yan subconsciously explained: "I'm thinking about drawing something."

"Have you thought about it?"

Yu Yan, who was back on the stool behind the easel, shook his head, "I only saw tall buildings, the sky, electric wires, people and cars..." How do these get into the painting?More importantly, he didn't know where to start.

Fu Jianchi didn't speak, he turned around and looked into the distance, as if he was looking for something good about the scenery in front of him, Yu Yan raised his head and saw the man's sharp and resolute side face, he couldn't help being in a daze.

"Mr. Fu..."

Fu Jianchi looked back at him, Yu Yan was at a loss for words, and for a moment regretted that he had just spoken rashly.Reluctantly, the words came to his lips, so he had no choice but to continue talking.

"You are free now, can you teach me how to write? I still remember that when I first started to recognize characters a long time ago, it was Mr. Fu who taught me stroke by stroke. Although it was Uncle Ren who taught me later, but intermittently until now, I still can't recognize characters. , Uncommon characters that can’t be written well.”

The waiting time always makes people feel long. In fact, the other party only thought for a few seconds before saying, "Those rare words are rarely used on weekdays. It doesn't matter if you haven't learned them before."

Fu Jianchi's eyes moved to the room, "I still have things to do." After saying this, he left.

Yu Yan looked at his figure disappearing in the living room, lowered his dim eyes.I have been rejected several times, although I had expected that Mr. Fu would not agree, but I was still disappointed. Since Mr. Fu entrusted Uncle Ren to teach him how to read and write, he never took care of this matter again.

It seems that a lot of trouble has been saved, and Yu Yan can't help but think that Mr. Fu really dislikes himself for being too stupid and learning too slowly.

He curled his lips helplessly, staring at the blank paper on the easel, encouraging himself to complete the painting in one go.Yu Yan picked up the pen, leaned forward, and began to draw carefully from a corner of the paper.

The sound of rain was rustling, and it came before nightfall. With the wild wind, it fell on the balcony fence. When Yu Yan found out that he was looking up, the brown wooden fence on the top floor was already wet, dripping a steady stream of raindrops.

There are always splashes of rainwater splashing everywhere, and a few drops hit the drawing paper, instantly blurring into dark flower shapes.Yu Yan brushed them away carefully, and moved the easel a few inches inward.

There is a precarious situation in front of me, and even the high-rise building on the opposite side exudes a precarious sense of weightlessness in the slanting raindrops. The ground, buildings, and intricately intertwined antennas will be soaked in the rain. The contamination of color is more violent and violent than filling with brilliant paint.

Yu Yan stretched out his hand, and the palm of his hand was filled with the feeling of cool rain. At some time, Fu Jianchi was already standing beside him.

"Mr. Fu." He was slightly stunned and asked, "Is the matter over?"

"En." Fu Jianchi glanced at Yu Yan lightly.

"It's been raining these past few days, and suddenly it occurred to me that the night before yesterday, when we saw Wu Jiu, it was also raining like this." Yu Yan thought of something, and went on to himself, "He died unexpectedly that night, so Shao Zhiwen... ...how did he die?"

Fu Jianchi said: "If you want to know the answer as soon as possible, you can ask."

"Ask Wu Jiu? Yes, when he came back here and saw Shao Zhiwen, he didn't seem to know that Shao Zhiwen had passed away." Yu Yan thought about it, "That means he knew it before he died."

Fu Jianchi couldn't deny it, and said, "Then what does Shao Zhiwen's death have to do with your mission?"

"Isn't he the one who Wu Jiu can't let go of? So I think the better I know about Shao Zhiwen, the better." Yu Yan said with certainty, "Now I can only know the answer from Wu Jiu."

Judging from the urgency of Shao Zhiwen's insistence on leaving, he seems to have just become a spirit body not too long ago, and it is very likely that he came to Wu Jiu's house on the way. I remember Huang Zhenzhen said that Shao Zhiwen left Linye a few days ago to work in Yuanyang, so it should be this way A flying accident happened in a few days.

Fu Jianchi said suddenly: "You are serious this time."

"Could it be that I'm not serious at other times..." Yu Yan muttered in a low voice, and when he noticed the other person's eyes looking over, he quickly said, "I'm going to ask Wu Jiu now, I haven't seen him for a day."

After speaking, he left and walked to the studio. On the balcony where the slanting rain was ticking, the young man approached the easel. After seeing the tender traces on the white paper, he was lost in thought. With a smile on his lips, he picked up the paper and looked at it carefully.

There is a straight thick line in the middle, and above the line are several bottomless rectangular patterns, beside which are dotted two birds painted in a ball of black. The entire skyscraper and the wide balcony are simplified, only one side of the balcony The person, the straight back and the profile of half of the face, are meticulously softened under the chaotic tracing.