Rebirth of Inescapable

Qi Yun never dreamed that he would attend his funeral one day, or that no one in this world would have such a dramatic scene. This feeling is quite complicated.

Qi Yun was indeed dead, completely dead, falling from a ten-story building, even his brains burst out, there was no possibility of him surviving, but at the same time, Qi Yun was still alive and became Song Baizhen live in this world.

Qi Yun didn't feel much about his resurrection from the dead, he didn't know whether he was lucky or regretful, just like in the few seconds when he fell from upstairs, he was neither sad nor happy.

Qi Yun watched from a distance, he didn't go over, he looked at the people coming in and out, people he knew or didn't know, he went in with a heavy face, and then came out with a sad face, not far away, and started talking to each other again The people around were chatting and laughing happily.

People are like this, we can't expect a person who is not close to us to be happy, angry, sad, and happy because of you. It is not uncommon in this world to make things worse, but just because of a dead person makes yourself unlovable. is ridiculous.

A black Bentley squeaked and suddenly stopped in front of the courtyard of the mourning hall. Everyone exclaimed, as if the car door had been slapped open, a man stumbled out, took two steps, and fell down with a slap. When he got to the ground, he frightened the people around him. He saw two people running out from behind the car and hurriedly helped him up.

"Young Master Qiao! You didn't..."

Qiao Yi shook off his hand, fixed his eyes on the mourning hall, and said in a hoarse voice, "He... Where is he? Where is he?"

As he said that, he looked around blankly, his pupils suddenly shrank, "Where is he! Where the hell is Qi Yun!!"

This hysterical roar seemed to be like a dying beast, and everyone jumped away in fright. They looked at the person inexplicably, and thought, it is not human to come here to smash the field after everyone is dead!

"Qiao...Young Master Qiao, Mr. Qi, he...he has already..."

With a slap, Qiao Yi kicked over, red-eyed and kicked the man who was talking like crazy, "Tell me the fuck again! I'll kick you to death! I'll kick you to death!"

Now all the people became quiet, their eyes widened and their breathing stopped, watching that Qiao Yi lost control, and the person who was beaten had his head kicked out of the hole, his face was covered with blood, the visual effect was very It's hideous.

There was another person accompanying him, but he didn't stop him, because he knew that if Qiao Yi kicked that person to death at this time, no one would really dare to say anything, and he could only be blamed for being too talkative. When Qiao Yi was notified of the news of Qi Yun's death, the person in charge even prepared the funeral, but he didn't expect Qiao Yi to be dumbfounded when he heard it, and he just stayed there, forgetting to breathe. That's how people escaped.

I don't know how long it took, the crowd became noisy and shouted to stop the beating, but no one really dared to stand up until Qi Yun's father Qi Luyuan came forward.

Qiao Yi stopped, as if he had lost his soul. He grabbed Qi Luyuan's arms, as if grabbing some life-saving straw, "Qi Yun... Where is Qi Yun? He's hiding, right? I know he doesn't like me all the time, he always wants to run away, you must be lying to me, right?"

Qi Luyuan has aged ten years since Qi Yun passed away overnight, and the corners of his brows showed the old look of someone who is six or seventy years old. He frowned and looked at Qiao Yi. He didn't know when Qi Yun met him like this. Personally, it would be so frustrating.

"You...do you want to take a last look at him..."

"Ah..." All the people couldn't help shouting now, Qiao Yi pushed Qi Luyuan over, if it wasn't for someone behind him to block him, he would have fallen to hell.

"Who is this!"

"Why is this person like this! It's too much!"

"People are dead and they are still tossing people..."

"Call the police, this kind of social scum is a disaster..."

……

Qiao Yi's back was straight, and he said word by word: "I won't go in to see him, I know he's not dead, you're all lying to me, I'm not dead yet, how dare Qi Yun die? ! I didn’t agree, he dared to die!”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left like a gust of wind, as if he really came to smash someone's funeral.

Song Bai stood for a while, shook his head in self-deprecating manner, and stopped looking at the various states of life there.

Qi Yun is dead, there is no such person as Qi Yun in this world anymore, now there is only one Song Bai, a Song Bai who never knew Qiao Yi.

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Before his death, Qi Yun was a French lecturer in the foreign language department of X University, and concurrently served as the head teacher of Class 10 of the 3th grade French major. Since he was a child, he was also the nanny in front of and behind him, and he grew up so smoothly. Except for meeting Qiao Yi, his life can be said to be smooth sailing, which makes people envious.

Obviously, God also felt that it was very humane to give him good luck for 23 years, so he sent such a scumbag to torment his life. Toss to death, but can't escape the relationship.

Qi Yun didn't like Qiao Yi, very much.

Qiao Yi is a scumbag, a scumbag who feels dirty even standing together and breathing the same air, but no one dares to touch this scumbag, and even sharpened his head to flatter him, just because he has a grandfather who was a founding father, A powerful father.

So no matter how scumbag he is, no one will say anything about him, he will only laugh, the prince is really different.

In fact, who doesn't know?Qiao Yi is sick, still mentally ill, and not seriously ill.

But why didn't such a scumbag die, but he died first?

Song Bai returned to the residence that should be called a dilapidated house.

After living for so many years, he felt the importance of money for the first time.

This place is not far from the city center. There used to be a row of old houses. It is said that they will be demolished in a while, but many people are still unwilling to leave, but Song Bai has no way to leave.

He has no money, and after leaving here, he can only sleep on the street, and he believes that he will never be able to find such a cheap place to live, so all he has to do is stay here for a while.

When Song Bai went back, the door lock had already been unlocked. The lock here was still an old-fashioned bolt and lock. There was no anti-theft factor at all, but no one would come here to steal, because this place is like a slum. If he still When Qi Yun was in love, he couldn't believe that there were such people living in such a backward place in this world.

Cheng Jiaqi is Song Bai's co-tenant, but at the age of 16, she has a very bad temper. When she saw Song Bai coming in, she got upset and snorted coldly.

He looked down on Song Bai, or more specifically, he hated Song Bai, because Song Bai... the previous Song Bai, to put it bluntly, was a free social male publicist. Duck zero for men.

When Qi Yun woke up, he was on the bed. His whole body was as if he had been run over by a tractor. His bones were all dislocated. There was a pile of money on the bedside. Obviously, this place had experienced a tumult that ordinary people could not imagine.

Up to now, Qi Yun still doesn't know who made the real Song Bai die, but the problems left by Song Bai made him one head and two big ones.

Song Bai didn't go to any nightclubs or bars, but there were quite a few people who knew him. Anyone who played games knew Song Bai's phone number. He used his mobile phone to pick up customers. Not to mention his face, as long as he is given money, he doesn't care if he is so lowly and vulgar.

There is no one's phone number in his mobile phone, but people often call to ask for "service". After receiving a call from No.13 with the same content, Qi Yun pulled out the number card and threw it into the toilet, flushing Get it clean.

"Today I have to pay the rent and utility bills. Remember to put the money on the table later." As if his eyes were dirty from looking at him too much, Cheng Jiaqi turned around and went back to the house. The door almost fell off.

Not long after, the slow tune of the guitar came intermittently in the room.

The sound insulation here is really bad.

Song Bai leisurely went back to his small shabby room. He regretted that when he woke up, he was too busy to take away the stack of money beside the bed. Although it was not the result of his labor, at least he endured it for three whole years The pain of not being able to get out of bed.

The room was very messy. It was very messy when Song Bai came back, and later he rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find some money, which made the mess even worse, but he didn't think about tidying it up, because he couldn't.

Song Bai didn't know where the previous person hid the money. He couldn't even find any bank card passbook, and he really didn't have any money.

Song Bai knew very well that if he didn't pay the rent, Cheng Jiaqi would definitely throw him out.

He touched his pocket, and found that the only 17 yuan was still left over from the phone call just now, which was probably enough for a meal. Song Bai went out and knocked on Cheng Jiaqi's door, and the guitar sounded in the room. The door shook, probably Cheng Jiaqi smashed something over, Song Bai frowned, "I'm going out to buy lunch, do I need to bring you some?"

Another slap, Song Bai shrugged and went out.

Maybe 17 yuan was just enough for a bottle of water in the previous life, but now it is enough for him to eat a big bowl of noodles and take a package, and there is still a change of [-] yuan left.

When he went back, he put the noodles on the table, knocked on Cheng Jiaqi's door again, and left without waiting for him to throw something over.

This is really poor and white.

At night, Song Bai's door was knocked open, Cheng Jiaqi looked at him coldly, Song Bai was also sensible, stood up and walked out.

It is now December, and Song Bai forgot to add a coat when he came out, so he was wearing a light-colored shirt and a woolen sweater, his slightly messy hair was curled up, he was standing under the street lamp , but I don't know what I'm looking at. From a distance, it looks like a sculpture.

Suddenly, a sports car crashed into a tree on the road across from Song Bai. There was a loud bang. Song Bai's scattershot eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked over blankly. Just as he was about to call the police, the car door was opened. Yes, a person came out.

The safety performance of a good car is very high, and the people in the car didn't seem to have any serious problems. He stood opposite Song Bai, looking at him from a distance, as if he had seen something go wrong, and stared at him intently.

Song Bai's whole body trembled, but as if he saw something disgusting, he stared at that person firmly.

He was drunk, so drunk, he stumbled and ran towards Song Bai, if not for the fact that there were few people on the street now, if he hadn't had a car accident, there would have been smoke from his ancestors.

"Qi Yun...is it you..." His voice was very hoarse, his eyes were red.