I don't want a crematorium

Han Yang has been dreaming at night recently, and the scenes in his dreams are always very clear.

He has never been a dreamer, and he hasn't seen his father in his dreams a few times since he committed suicide in prison.

But this time was different.

It was the same story in the dream, and it was also related to a starlet he had a crush on recently.

In his dream, he became a person in a book. After three years of entanglement with this little star Chi Qiao, Chi Qiao finally went abroad in disappointment. One of Joe's suitors broke his right hand...

Last night, this story stayed here, Han Yang wasn't sure if it would continue, but he just thought it was ridiculous.

When driving the car out of the garage, Han Yang thought of the scene in his dream where he knelt in front of Chi Qiao begging him to stay by his side and smiled disdainfully.

I guess I'm only crazy to do such a thing.

There were not many cars on the road, Han Yang drove straight ahead, the morning sun in the distance was very bright, and all the tall buildings were dyed with a bright orange light.

At this moment, it seemed that reality was connected with his dream.

Han Yang immediately thought of the first scene of the whole story, in such a bright morning light, he had a car accident.

There was only a moment of trance, and Han Yang returned to normal in the next second, watching the road conditions calmly, holding the steering wheel with his bony hands and driving steadily.

The company was just around the corner, and he stopped the car at a red light.

After a while, a few young people walked across the zebra crossing laughingly and holding skateboards in their hands. Seeing that there was not much time left, they quickened their pace.

Han Yang's hand holding the steering wheel was slowly clenched. The morning light just reminded him of a vague moment, but he remembered the scene in front of him clearly, it was the scene from his first dream.

He looked at the seconds on the traffic light and suddenly seemed unable to breathe.

The countdown in the dream coincided with the current traffic lights again, turning infinitely before Han Yang's eyes like a movie lens.

Four, three, two...

There was no panic in his eyes, and he slowly turned to the right, as if he knew the result a long time ago.Just as he thought, a white car rushed out from there, and slammed into the front of his car at an extremely fast speed.

With the sound of the impact, the shattered window glass passed by the corner of Han Yang's eyes, and bright red blood slowly flowed down.

The young people not far away in his blurred vision looked terrified on their faces.

Just now, the white car was going too fast, it was too late to avoid it, and it hit his car when it hurriedly turned around.

Han Yang sat in the car and watched the current scene, narrowing his eyes slowly.

The scene was still exactly the same as in the dream.

-

This place seemed to be a high-end private hospital, and there were not many people in it. The driver of the white car stood nervously outside the ward, pacing restlessly while beating his fists on the palm of his hand.

In the morning, because he got up a little late and had to pick up an important client, he was really in a hurry, and he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

Not to mention the cost of repairing the expensive car, he just hoped that he would be fine.

Just when he was anxious, the sound of the elevator sounded in the empty corridor, and a man in a suit and leather shoes walked out of it. His delicate and fair face made others look sideways, but at this moment, the expression on his face was somewhat cold , the footsteps are also somewhat hurried.

Stepping on his leather shoes, he got out of the elevator without looking sideways and walked quickly to the right. The moment he passed by the driver, the look in his eyes made the man in his 40s stand up straight.

The door of the ward was opened by the nurse, and when Gu Yu walked in, he saw Han Yang sitting peacefully on the chair.

His hair is a little messy, curled slightly on his forehead, his eyes are half-downcast so that people can't see his eyes clearly, there are still some blood stains on his jaw that haven't been wiped off, the collar of his shirt is dark red, his tough and handsome face seems to make him Forgot to breathe.

Han Yang raised his eyes, didn't look at him, but just looked at the window, "You take care of the rest, I want to be quiet."

After speaking, Gu Yu nodded and walked out quietly. He looked at the sky outside the window and fell into deep thought.

The things in the dream really happened in reality, which would be considered unrealistic to anyone. Han Yang was sure that it was not his mental problem, but it actually happened.

-

There was a knock on the door, Han Yang was leaning on the pillow and watching the TV in front of him, "Come in."

He picked up the remote control next to him and switched to another station, then glanced at Gu Yu, "Is everything settled?"

Gu Yu lowered his head and said: "Yes. The compensation matters have been negotiated. This is the result of the negotiation." He handed over an agreement.

The accident this time was not very serious, Han Yang only had some blood on his forehead, so there is nothing serious at present.

The owner of the car knew that it was all his responsibility, so after Gu Yu found a lawyer, he actively negotiated and signed the compensation clause.

Han Yang looked away from the TV and looked at his secretary, "The doctor said when he can be discharged."

His injury was not serious. Although he had undergone various examinations, he was observed in the hospital for a few days because he was injured in the head and worried about sequelae.

"Tomorrow will be fine, but I still recommend you to rest at home for a few more days."

Han Yang signed his name on the document with a signature pen and chuckled, "It's not necessary, and he won't die anyway. Let's talk about it after we die."

"...Mr. Han."

Han Yang glanced at him casually, stood up, and said flatly, "It's just a joke."

Gu Yu looked at the plain expression on his face, and quietly took the document from Han Yang.

Han Yang fiddled with the hair on his forehead, and sat on the chair beside the bed. The sun was just right at noon, and the sunlight came in through the window, and the light blue blood vessels on his neck could even be seen.

The next second, he turned his head slightly, "Is there a fire?"

Gu Yu hesitated for a moment, took out the lighter and walked forward, then bent slightly and approached Han Yang, put his hand next to the cigarette in Han Yang's mouth and turned on the lighter, the rising flame instantly ignited the tobacco.

He looked at Han Yang and reminded softly, "You should smoke less."

Hearing this, Han Yang slowly raised his eyes.

The two were so close that they could even see themselves clearly in each other's eyes.

He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slowly, looked at Gu Yu who was lighting the fire for him and said softly, "You shouldn't have said that to me."

Gu Yu was stared at by his eyes, and could only feel Han Yang's hot and strong tobacco smell all around his skin.

It wasn't until Han Yang stretched out his hand to help him cover the lid of the lighter, and when the skin touched Han Yang's body temperature, Gu Yu came back to his senses.

He stood up straight and concealed his expression with a loud voice, "Today Chi Qiao called to look for you."

"he?"

Han Yang held the cigarette between his fingers and put it aside, remembering that dream again.

Car accidents really happened now, does that mean those things will happen too.

Han Yang shook off the soot with his right hand, "Don't worry about it."

No matter what, he didn't want to be as stupid as the self in the dream, chasing someone and chasing one of his hands away.

"Give him the money before?"

"Yes. At that time, you saw that he was in urgent need of money, so you told me to send the money."

"That's it." Han Yang pressed the unfinished cigarette into the ashtray.

When Mars disappeared, Han Yang's mobile phone by the bed rang. He glanced at the lit screen, raised his chin slightly, and signaled Gu Yu to pick it up.

Gu Yu walked over and picked it up. It was an unfamiliar phone number. He clicked on the speaker, "Hello."

"Xiao Yang?" A man's full voice came from the other side of the phone.

"I'm President Han's secretary, what can I do for you?"

"Oh~ isn't Han Yang here? You ask him to answer the phone, I'm his Uncle Wei."

After listening to him, Gu Yu looked up at Han Yang.

Sitting on the chair, Han Yang thought for a moment, reached out to take the phone, and said politely, "Uncle Wei, long time no see."

"Hehehe, it's been a long time, so I want to invite you over for a meal this time, and get together with your uncles."

Han Yang didn't speak, but tapped his finger on the handle of the chair.

In the chat between two people, whenever one person is dominant in silence, the other person will usually be embarrassed, the person on the phone laughed a few times to ease the atmosphere and continued: "There is someone who wants to see you, so you just come here for fun. "