Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

The living people always have wishful thinking that when those lost lives are transformed into souls, they will stubbornly stay where they are, and are reluctant to leave because they are greedy for everything in the world.

Even parents, children, and close friends, who lived together day and night and had deep friendship with each other, were indiscriminately called "ghosts" once they died, and became terrifying existences that were not of our own race.He talked about paying homage, mourning, and remembrance, but he was afraid in his heart, and tried every means to send him on the road faster and more safely.

The so-called buried in the ground is safe, who is buried in the ground?And who is safe?

49 days after Zhuo Yang's death, his ashes were brought back to the cemetery where Yan's ancestral home was buried.According to the tradition of Ridao, if there are elders alive, no monuments can be erected in front of the graves of younger generations who died young.Only after the elder has passed away can the supplementary erection be carried out.So the oval-shaped white marble platform was empty, and the top was covered with new soil, which looked like a huge flowerpot that had not yet been planted.

Zhuo Yang didn't care about the tombstone.It's just a rock, what does it matter if it's big or small?Funerals are for living people to see. If there is a monument after death, then it can only exist in the hearts of other people.If someone misses it, it will last forever, and if no one remembers it, it will disappear.

On this day, Zhuo Yang wore a neat and solemn black suit, stood at the end of the line, and had a panoramic view of the luxurious cemetery and the people bowing their heads respectfully.As far as this funeral is concerned, he is both the protagonist and the outsider.When the columbarium slowly sank into the tomb and was filled with soil, his mind began to think about it inappropriately—if he planted the not-so-good past of 17 years into a flowerpot, it would have been exposed to wind, sun, rain, dew, and frost. What kind of branches and leaves will grow next spring?What kind of fruit will it bear?

At the age of 17, in the Mood for Love, before that, Zhuo Yang had never had the slightest expectation of a distant death.Facing the funeral suddenly at this moment, there is a feeling of being pushed on stage to perform before the makeup and rehearsal. Apart from nervousness and embarrassment, what's more, I don't know what to do.

I vaguely remember that the old-fashioned perpetual calendar will have some dream interpretations printed on the corners. It is said that dreaming of attending one's own funeral is a good omen.From this point of view, if the experience at this moment is a dream, the funeral will become a very good thing.

It's a pity that life is like a dream, but it can't be a dream after all... It can't bear even a trace of dreams...

Zhuo Yang liked quietness during his lifetime, so the funeral was kept simple, and only a few dozen close relatives were invited.On the left is the Yan family headed by Yan Yaoqin, and on the right is the Zhuo family headed by his uncle Zhuo Feng.They stand side by side, but they are clearly separated.

Destiny brings the two families who are in the same situation together, prompting them to fight back and forth, separate and reunite.There has been harmony and there has also been a breakup, because Zhuo Yang recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, and had a short period of cooperation.It's just that all of these disappeared with the disappearance of the only bond.

This will probably be the last time they stand in the same place, doing the same thing.

Grandpa Zhuo did not show up at the funeral, so he must still be unable to accept the fact.For the elderly who are nearly seventy years old, there is nothing more cruel than a white-haired man giving a black-haired man.When a daughter dies, you can still place your thoughts on her on your grandson, and now the grandson is gone...

Zhuo Feng acted very restrained, with a serious face, turned his head slightly, and refused to look directly at the piled up graves.He has lived for more than 40 years, and he has seen through the vicissitudes of life, and has rarely shed tears for separation and death.Rather than saying that he is sad, it is better to say that he feels wronged for his sister and nephew.

The one who cried the most was his cousin Zhuo Yuan.When she was studying in Australia, the siblings lived under the same roof. They were not only relatives, but also friends, and even mischievous playmates.That silly and boyish guy opened his mouth and howled bitterly regardless of his image, his nose and tears were sticky all over his face, and he just rubbed it with the back of his hand, like a dirty little cat, with a red nose.

"Little... Cousin Zhuo Yuan," Zhuo Yang quietly handed over his handkerchief, and almost called out the other party's nickname in desperation, "Wipe your tears!"

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yuan was holding back his anger, and swung him away without looking at him.The nails accidentally scratched the corner of Zhuo Yang's eyes, he reflexively said "ah", and stretched out his hand to cover it.

Yan Yuxing, who was standing beside him, hurried forward, took away his younger brother's hand, and examined it carefully. Seeing some blood there, he angrily reprimanded Zhuo Yuan: "What are you doing? Yusi's good intentions, no matter how bad your mood is, You shouldn't bully a child!"

Zhuo Yang quickly dragged his elder brother back: "She just didn't pay attention..."

But Zhuo Yuan cried even more miserably, and intermittently replied: "Woooooo...he is a child? What about Ayang? Your Yan family doesn't like Ayang...we like it! Woooo...why do you want to hurt me? Kill him! It’s all agreed, we’re going to go skiing and fishing in the ice lake together on Christmas, and now we’ve got nothing! Ah Yang is so pitiful..."

Seeing her sobbing violently, her emotions almost out of control, Yan Yuxing was a little at a loss: "You, can you be reasonable, Ms. Zhuo, no one wants to have an accident... don't cry, don't cry, okay?"

"Yu Xing, Yu Si, let them mess around, the more you pay attention to this kind of people, the more entangled they become!" Kang Yuzhu pulled the two brothers away one by one.Aunt Zhuo's family heard this, and immediately retaliated sharply: "What do you mean by that? Who are you talking about? Your surname Kang is sure to bite back!"

With the addition of two women, the situation got out of hand.Zhuo Yang tried his best to persuade him, but his words were overwhelmed by the sharp soprano again and again. In the chaos, people were also squeezed into the corner.

After standing silently for a while, he shook his head helplessly and sighed.The closest people in the past are now full of hostility, and the people who used to be against everywhere are defending themselves again.In the face of such an absurd situation, what kind of expression can you make besides a wry smile?

In the end, the scene slowly calmed down under Zhuo Feng's loud shout.He waved his hand and instructed his people: "Listen, from now on, if you see anyone with the surname Yan, stay away from me! This family is vicious and vicious, and whoever provokes them will not end well!" He glanced at Yan Yaoqin viciously with his head, "Ayao, you ruined my sister's reputation, made her unable to return to her family, and was lonely for more than ten years, and now she killed her only son. This debt is not settled with you. , I, Zhuo Feng, will get it back sooner or later!"

Yan Yaoqin casually picked his eyelids, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took two deep breaths: "Brother Feng, I, Yan Yaoqin, may not be a good person, but you, Zhuo, have no right to criticize me, especially Zhuo Yun! Don't speak as if I'm sorry for her, Zhuo Yun's fate is all her own fault! She is the one who desperately wanted to squeeze into Yan's house, and she was the one who desperately wanted to climb into my bed!"

"Do you have a conscience? My sister even gave birth to a son for you. She worked so hard to raise her alone, so she only got it for herself?" Zhuo Feng raised his finger and pointed at Yan Yaoqin, trembling a little because of excitement. "In order to get rid of her back then, you spread the word that she had affairs with other men! What a proud person she is, how painful it is to endure the accusations and comments of the world like this! Ayun, she is really blind, There are tens of millions of men in Lidao, why did they just fall in love with you!"

Yan Yaoqin's face was sullen, his eyes showed a fierce look, and he sneered slightly: "I am the one who is blind! Back then, the Tongsheng Association teamed up with the police to encircle and attack the Yan family. It was she who came to me and said that as long as you get married, Uncles will naturally come forward to support the Dayuan Gang. Hmph, I thought she would do this because she really fell in love with me. Who would have thought that she was the one who started the looting! She was also the one who stole the information! Say this woman is lonely, say she is pitiful, but what about my brothers who died unjustly in Dayuan? Who should those brothers' wives and children turn to?"

"But..." Zhuo Feng was a little speechless, "But Ayang is your biological son after all, it must be right! You can blame her for plotting against you, and blame her for using any means to achieve her goals, but you shouldn't doubt her as a woman and a mother." character!"

"Speaking of Ayang, Ayang..." Yan Yaoqin looked at the cemetery covered with new soil, his eyes softened imperceptibly, and his voice lowered slightly, "Brother Feng, do you think I, Yan Yaoqin, have never seen each other in this life?" Have you ever been a woman? To tell you the truth, from the time I met Zhuo Yun, to getting engaged, and even during her three months in Yan's house, I haven't even touched her! The reason why there is A Yang... is because of you My sister drugged my tea!"

Yan Yaoqin closed her eyes and shook her head, judging disdainfully: "She never sees her own problems, she never thinks it's wrong to cheat, she doesn't think it's wrong to kill an innocent brother, she thinks it's all called loving me! In the name of love, she takes what she does as a matter of course! She thinks that I choose Yurou and not her because of the child, so she wants to create a bargaining chip! She is simply crazy..."

Zhuo Yang didn't listen to the whole conversation, he took two steps back carefully, and then two steps back, as if there was a man-eating monster in front of him.In order to escape for his life, in order not to be eaten, he retreated tremblingly, until his heels hit the car door, and then hurriedly turned and fled into the car.

He eagerly locked all the doors and windows, panting heavily.The eye sockets are a little hot and swollen.Afraid of being seen losing his composure, he quickly lowered his face, pretending to be tired and lying on his knees.

After a long time, I raised my head with the usual expression, and said politely to the driver: "I'm not feeling well, please take me back first..."

The night is as cool as water, the moon hangs in the middle of the sky, pouring down thousands of miles of clear light.

On the single sofa by the bar, Zhuo Yang sat with his knees bent, curled up softly, held a wine glass in front of his eyes, and stared blankly at the shadow of the lamp on the wall through it, the amber-like wine swayed and floated, colliding slightly The wall of the cup is golden and full of mellow fragrance.

"Bobby, do you know where our home is? If you fly from Lidao, it will take more than ten hours, on the other side of the ocean..." His voice was very soft, but under the influence of alcohol, there was nothing The joy of reason is a bit like whispering into the air.

The restaurant is very quiet, except for the high and low purrs of the puppy Bobby.

"...When you get home, I'll take you to eat something delicious...to Chinatown, to The Rocks, to King's Cross...I'll tell you, there's a bridge over there, people call it 'Big Clothes hanger. Standing on it, you can see the whole port. If you spend 99 Australian dollars, you can climb up and walk around. Xiao Yuanzi has been there before, and she said that the top is high and narrow..."

Poppy's tongue fell to the floor, and the saliva dripped, splashing a few dark flowers.The young man's eyes focused on looking out of the window, piercing through the bushes, bypassing the pond, crossing the middle of the mountain, flying over the ocean, and finally landed in his small courtyard full of weeds.

"...Xiao Yuanzi only lived for a few semesters, and she visited all the places. I lived there for more than ten years, but I only heard the names of many places. I used to think, oh, it’s just There, I can’t run away, and I can go there any time... So it’s not, if I die, I won’t have another chance. When will I die? I don’t know, even though I died once, I still don’t know …I used to think that the days were very long and I didn’t worry about anything, until the day I died, I realized that a lot of time was wasted in “no hurry, no hurry”… If I die like this, it would be really regrettable …What will the world be like in ten, twenty, thirty years? Will there be aliens? Will there be holograms everywhere? Can cancer be cured? And me, I’ll be What kind of adult do you want to be?"

The boy's white fingers lightly rubbed against the rim of the wine glass, which was weeping and creaking.

"Bobby, do you know why I came into this world? Because of love? Because of marriage? Because of sex? Haha, it's all wrong...all wrong...everything is wrong...you are really stupid Dog, as dumb as I am... but Poppy, it's so nice to sit with you like this, to sit with you alive, to have a glass of wine..."

When Yan Yaoqin went downstairs, he faintly heard a slight noise from the small bar next to the restaurant.Someone is just here, and you can have a drink with him.As I walked, I asked, "Who is there?" No one answered.

Under the dim light, the youngest son was holding an empty glass with both hands, with an unnatural blush on his face.The puppy Bobby was lying under the dining table, sleeping on all fours.

Yan Yaoqin immediately lowered his face and scolded loudly: "Are you drinking? You really don't want to die! Are you dying?"

The youngest son had a warm amber smile on his face, and his eyes were blurred and melancholy.He pointed to the tall Yan Yaoqin in front of him: "This is... Dad..." He pointed to the shadow cast by his feet, "This is...I..."

With a "click", the lights were extinguished, and the ground was pitch black.The boy's eyes looked over faintly, shining with a crystal light: "Now... Dad is still here... but I'm gone..."

The glass tumbled from his hand, and he fell asleep in a daze.The corner of the mouth is smiling, but the brows are tightly locked together.

On the morning when he left for Hawaii, Yan Yuxing wanted to see him off, but Zhuo Yang refused.Kang Yuzhu stuffed several large bags full of traditional Chinese medicine and supplements for the entourage, and instructed Datong to pay attention, Zhuo Yang smiled and agreed one by one.When I went to say goodbye to Yan Yaoqin, he was on the phone, holding the receiver with one hand and waving the other hand casually: "Bon voyage!"

Zhuo Yang nodded, smiled lightly, and said nothing.

When I walked into Yan's house three years ago, all my luggage was a small suitcase, and it will be the same three years later.Zhuo Yang didn't take any of the things that belonged to the Yan family.Fortunately, he has been independent enough for a long time. Zhuo and Yan have never asked about his property status.

Before getting into the car, Zhuo Yang bowed to Ling Caiyi.Although it was a bit abnormal to do so, this butler with a tough appearance and a vigorous and decisive attitude had never been indifferent or made things difficult because of his background, and he had to know how to be grateful to be a human being.

The driver was Awan, along with a bodyguard and an entourage.

It was still early and the road was clear.The car is speeding forward, and the city is dripping backward.Gray buildings, blue glass curtain walls, green street trees, black lampposts, red hostesses, white bus stop signs... All the scenes are drawn into rows of colorful and continuous lines by the windows. trace……

Ridao is like a huge tomb without a stele, burying his mother, burying himself, burying all the kindness and resentment, and those memories that shouldn't exist... Rest in peace...

Zhuo Yang, don't look back, everything will be fine, everything will get better and better!