Dip in fire

All the noisy and noisy things were gone, the windows were closed, and the surroundings were completely quiet.The air conditioner in the funeral parlor is very conscientious, the room is a little cold, or maybe this place of the dead is too cloudy, so it naturally makes people feel cold.

Zhang Weilan sat on the ground by herself, the thin layer of pants under her buttocks was already completely cold, and her waist was so cold that she couldn't feel it.

It was too cold, so Zhang Weilan went to borrow a towel and quilt from the uncle on duty.

He was wrapped in a towel and sat down by the window again, tilting his head to look at the two coffins in front of him.

The coffin was ordered by Mrs. Zhong, and it was made of high-quality solid wood.Zhang Weilan knew that his own parents were lying inside.

He went to recall what he had done and said before he left for school in the morning.After thinking about it for a while, he only remembered that Lu Qingqing made him a bowl of braised noodles this morning, and couldn't remember anything else.

If people say no, they don’t have it, and they don’t even have a sign to see it, so the memory will say it’s gone, or forget it?

He didn't seem to have spoken to Lu Qingqing this morning.But it must have been said, what did the last sentence say?He probably didn't see Zhang Zhiqiang this morning, so when was the last time he saw Zhang Zhiqiang alive?

I can't remember them all.

The most frightening thing is not parting from life and death, but not being able to find the last moment.

If it can hurt your heart, it would be considered humane to vent hysterically like Zhong Pei.But Zhang Weilan's current state is a bit strange.

He asked himself, it seemed that apart from the coldness freezing in his chest, he couldn't feel any great grief.

Maybe he really wanted to die together like this?He really doesn't care?

He was frozen wood.

This is the end of more than ten years of torture, ending with a violent tragedy, and starting again in another form.

Zhang Weilan was indeed "calm", just like Zhong Ning felt.This young man has even thought about the future—only he and old man Zhang are left in the family.

Zhang Weilan stared at the two coffins without blinking her eyes, but she didn't realize that someone had slipped in through the crack of the door.

It's a little girl, about eight/nine years old.

She walked in timidly, looked around, stood in front of the wreath, and stared at the three words "Zhang Zhiqiang" on a white cloth in front of her.

The little girl murmured, "Daddy."

Zhang Weilan shuddered suddenly, and was shocked back to his senses.He looked at the girl in front of him, and the little girl also turned to look at him.

"Who?" Zhang Weilan asked coldly.

The little girl looked at Zhang Weilan for a while, pointed to Zhang Zhiqiang's coffin, held her mouth, and said with a bitter face: "Is it really Dad?"

Zhang Weilan stood up, threw the towel aside, and walked to the little girl.He had guessed that the girl in front of him was the "little bitch" that Lu Qingqing often scolded, the wild girl Zhang Zhiqiang raised outside, his half-star sister.

Zhang Weilan remembered that her name was "Xiao Huan".

Zhang Weilan stared at Xiao Huan carefully, and found that although she was thin, she was fair and clean, and her facial features were quite similar to Zhang Zhiqiang, except for her eyes.

Zhang Weilan's eyes are like Zhang Zhiqiang's, narrow and long.But Xiaohuan's tricks are big almond eyes with rounded eyes, and the double eyelids are particularly obvious.

Xiao Huan may have been frightened by Zhang Weilan's cold face, and suddenly sat on the ground and started crying, shaking her arms and kicking her legs, calling for her father.

Zhang Weilan was standing opposite, his head buzzing from her noise, and he even wanted to reach out and cut her neck off.

Zhang Weilan had no choice but to bend down and lift Xiao Huan up by the collar, halfway through the door was suddenly pushed open, Zhang Weilan's hands went bald, and Xiao Huan fell back to the ground.

Zhong Ning was holding two bags of steamed stuffed buns in his hand, standing at the door in a daze.

Before entering the door, he heard a child crying, so he ran in quickly, never expecting to face such a scene.

"Whose child is this?" Zhong Ning walked over, stuffed the bun into Zhang Weilan's arms, squatted down to pull Xiaohuan, "Did you go to the wrong place?"

Zhong Ning was also disturbed by Xiao Huan's crying: "Don't cry."

The buns were bought by Zhong Ning on the road.He was screaming with hunger after running halfway, and then remembered that Zhang Weilan must have eaten nothing, so he bought two servings.

The young man has scud legs, and when he runs, he rides on the Hot Wheels, swishing so fast that the steamed buns are still hot on the ground.Zhang Weilan was suddenly stuffed with a hand, and his fingertips shivered from the heat through the plastic bag.

"Hey, don't cry!" Zhong Ning's patience died in battle, and he simply hugged Xiao Huan, "You went wrong, tell brother where you are going. Why are you in such a place by yourself, what about your adults?"

"That's right." Zhang Weilan said abruptly.

Zhong Ning's ears moved, and he turned to look at Zhang Weilan.I only heard Zhang Weilan say: "Her father is Zhang Zhiqiang."

Zhong Ning's eyes widened, he was so startled that he almost dropped Xiao Huan in his hand to the ground.

Zhang Weilan pointed to Zhang Zhiqiang's coffin again.With a deep voice, he watched Xiao Huan answer her previous question: "Your father is dead."

When Xiao Huan heard this, she cried even harder.

"Zhang Weilan!" Zhong Ning howled reflexively.His voice was slightly louder, mixed with an inexplicable emotion, angry and troubled, unexpectedly scared Xiao Huan into silence.

Xiao Huan nestled in Zhong Ning's arms, choked up and began to hiccup.

Zhong Ning and Zhang Weilan stood facing each other, one was holding a little girl and the other was holding a hot bun.

Zhang Weilan lowered her eyelashes and remained silent again.Zhong Ning looked at him, his nose suddenly flushed, and he said to himself: "Why do you say such things? Don't you feel uncomfortable when you say such things?"

There was movement again at the door.Zhong Ning entered the door in a hurry, but the door was not closed.The two looked towards the door together and saw a woman coming in.

This woman is not tall, and her figure is about the same as that of Zhong Pei.But her face is gentle and cowardly, and at this moment her face is full of haggard tears, she looks like a weak thing at first glance, and her temperament is completely opposite to that of Zhong Pei.

Seeing her, Xiao Huan immediately struggled in Zhong Ning's arms.

"Hey, wait..." Zhong Ning had no choice but to bend down and put Xiao Huan down.

Xiao Huan started crying again, and she ran to the woman at the door, calling "Mom".

Zhong Ning's scalp felt numb for a while, and he quickly turned to look at Zhang Weilan, his eyes fixed on Zhang Weilan's body and he dared not move.

This oolong scene is really a joke in the world.Needless to say, the mother and daughter at the door were the main culprits that ruined Zhang Weilan's family.Now I dare to come here to show my eyes, I don't know where I picked my face.

"I just want to take a look..." the woman spoke, her voice trembling, she looked at the two teenagers in front of her, and finally fixed her gaze on Zhang Weilan's face, "Are you... Zhang Weilan?"

The air in the small room was frozen, and only the air conditioner kept blowing out cold air. Zhong Ning felt aggrieved, which made him suffocate.

Before Zhong Ning could react.Zhang Weilan threw the steamed stuffed bun in her hand to the ground, turned around and pulled up a wreath from behind, and threw it at the mother and daughter in front of her.

"Get lost!" Zhang Weilan yelled, with a hoarse tear in her voice.

Xiao Huan cried more and more, the woman hugged Xiao Huan tightly, crying miserably while hiding, and was beaten away by Zhang Weilan within two strokes.

Zhang Weilan threw the wreath on the ground and stumbled after running away without a shadow.The yellow and white petals fell all over the ground, everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, two elders on duty came in. They often cried when they were in funerals.

"It's okay." Zhong Ning hurriedly greeted, not expecting Zhang Weilan to open his mouth to speak.

The two uncles left and closed the door behind them.

Zhong Ning stood behind Zhang Weilan, bowed his head and looked at his feet for a long time. He felt that the soles of his feet were numb, so he raised his feet and shook them, shaking off the two yellow petals on the back of his feet.

He went to pick up the buns on the ground, and looked up to find Zhang Weilan looking at him.

"What are you doing back?" Zhang Weilan asked Zhong Ning.

Zhong Ning patted the plastic bag containing the buns twice.He bought meat buns, a few of which were broken, and the stuffing leaked out.

Zhong Ning said, "I'll come back to accompany you."

He raised his head and looked directly at Zhang Weilan, neither dodging nor avoiding.

Zhang Weilan should push Zhong Ning back at this moment. "It has nothing to do with you." "I don't need it." Or a simple "scroll" is very suitable.

It's just that Zhang Weilan looked at the other party and saw Zhong Ning's eyes were shining brightly under the light.Zhang Weilan suddenly became dumb and didn't chase Zhong Ning away.

Zhong Ning blinked, making sure that Zhang Weilan's madness had passed, then walked over and handed him the bun in his hand: "Take a few bites."

Zhang Weilan didn't take it too seriously.

Zhong Ning: "...can't eat?"

"You... people are iron and rice is steel..." Zhong Ning thought about it, and tried to say, "I bought it for you, and I ran 200 meters. Sweating."

Zhong Ning seemed to be on the verge of something, and looked at Zhang Weilan anxiously and asked, "You can eat something, do you really want it?"

Zhang Weilan paused, then reached out to take it.

Zhang Weilan gnawed on the buns in silence, while Zhong Ning went to pick up the wreaths, and with his toes, he pulled the petals that Zhang Weilan had ruined all over the ground together and piled them aside.

After tidying up, Zhong Ning turned his head and saw that Zhang Weilan had already eaten all the two bags of buns, and there was not even a piece of skin left for the missing stuffing.

This heartless person doesn't know how to leave him two mouthfuls.

Zhong Ning sighed inwardly, comforting his empty stomach: "What are you fussing about with him now, just give him whatever you buy for him."

Zhong Ning walked over, and just about to open his mouth to speak, Zhang Weilan suddenly threw the plastic bag, frowned, covered his mouth and ran away.

Zhong Ning was stunned for a moment, then immediately ran after Zhang Weilan: "What's wrong? Zhang Weilan!"

Zhang Weilan slipped into the toilet, locked herself in a cubicle, slapped her palms on the wall, bent over and started vomiting.

He couldn't even eat a few buns.

Zhong Ning stood outside the door and listened to Zhang Weilan vomit, and his stomach writhed immediately.His stomach was empty, and he didn't put anything on it, only the acid in his stomach rolled with Zhang Weilan's painful vomiting.

Zhong Ning walked to the sink, turned the faucet to the maximum, and let the water flow out.

Zhong Ning rubbed his stomach, picked up cold water and washed his face.

Zhang Weilan behind the door finished vomiting and opened the door to come out.Zhong Ning gave him a place, and Zhang Weilan bent over and lowered her head to wash her mouth under the rushing water.

After the washing was almost done, Zhang Weilan drank two mouthfuls of raw water to fill his stomach, then turned off the tap, raised his arm and wiped his mouth.

Zhong Ning has nothing to say.

Zhong Ning followed Zhang Weilan and walked back. He didn't notice it when he ran over just now, but now that he was walking back, he felt that this corridor was extremely eerie.

The pale light shone on the long and narrow tiles, passing by several houses, some with closed doors, some could see darkness or tiny lights through the cracks in the doors, and occasionally faint cries could be heard.

Zhong Ning walked forward a few steps quickly, followed Zhang Weilan, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Weilan.He glanced sideways at Zhang Weilan's profile, and saw that the man's face was pale, even his lips were white.

If you want to say that the most conspicuous thing on Zhang Weilan's face is the black tear mole on the tip of the eye.

Zhong Ning withdrew his gaze and didn't look again.Can't see it, he feels uncomfortable.