You're not planning to open at all, are you?

Wu Qiulian flicked the faucet for a moment, and the water gradually stopped. She turned her head to look at Bai Jiu, with surprise on her face: "How do you know?"

Half of Bai Jiu's face was hidden in the shadows, and Wu Qiulian couldn't see his expression clearly for a while, but Bai Jiu could only see the corners of his mouth tightly pursed, his lips looked pale, with a hint of indifference.

"What did he say?"

"..." Wu Qiulian sighed and smiled wryly, "What else can we say, let's go back."

Wu Qiulian pointed to the cabinet at the door: "I returned the money."

Bai Jiu immediately turned around, went to the side of the cabinet and opened the drawer. The old drawer made an overwhelmed "creaking" sound when pulled, which was particularly ear-piercing in the quiet room.

Wu Qiulian was taken aback.

"...Xiao Jiu?"

Bai Jiu took out the envelope from the drawer, the yellowed envelope still smelled of alcohol.

He counted, and there were 500 yuan in it.

Wu Qiulian had already walked to Bai Jiu's side, looked at her son worriedly, and after confirming that the son was not angry, she said cautiously: "Don't worry, Mom still has some money here, we can hold on for a while, no..."

"Go back."

Bai Jiu said: "Go back, we don't need it."

Wu Qiulian wiped her hands on the apron, looking a bit at a loss. She didn't know why her son suddenly became so determined that he didn't even want the money from Bai Liangyi.

Bai Jiu looked up at her: "I'm rich, mom, I can support you."

Wu Qiulian was taken aback.

Bai Jiu took out his schoolbag, and there was also an envelope inside, which looked brand new.

He took out the envelope and handed it to Wu Qiulian.

Wu Qiulian took it nervously, slowly opened the envelope, and looked inside, there was a thick wad of money.

Wu Qiulian's hands trembled instantly.

"You... where did you get the money?" Wu Qiulian's face gradually turned pale, and she finally realized that something was wrong.

The money on his son seems to be too much, and it doesn't seem like he can earn it just by doing odd jobs.

The more Wu Qiulian thought about it, the more panicked she became. Children of this age are most likely to go astray. If Bai Jiu followed his father's old path, he would fight and gamble...

Bai Jiu's next words quickly comforted her.

"I'm going to be a graphic model. This industry is very profitable."

Wu Qiulian was taken aback: "Model?"

"Well, it's a serious photo studio, don't worry," Bai Jiu seemed to know what Wu Qiulian was thinking, and answered every sentence to the point, "I will continue to earn more money, I can support the two of us, don't Contact Bai Liangyi again."

"Wait for me to save up some more money, let's get out of here."

"Mom, you believe me, we won't live the old days again."

Wu Qiulian was dazed and shocked by Bai Jiu's series of words, her eyes were a little dull, but the circles of her eyes were already red, and tears fell little by little. When she realized it and wanted to cover it up, she couldn't stop it.

Bai Jiu looked at her, sighed, and handed her a piece of paper.

"Xiao Jiu..." Wu Qiulian finally burst into tears, and the grievances accumulated and endured for more than ten years suddenly flooded at this moment, as if there was finally a reliable person who could let go of her guard.

"Mom is sorry for not giving you a good home, not leaving your father earlier, I'm sorry, Xiao Jiu..."

……

Bai Jiu's eyes were also red, but he didn't cry, he just looked at Wu Qiulian with a smile, and only said a word after a long time.

"I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow morning for a physical examination."

Wu Qiulian wiped away her tears, but her voice was still choked up: "Mom is fine, she is in good health, there is no need to go."

"I must go," Bai Jiu said with irresistible affirmation, "body comes first. Also, you have collected the money, and Bai Liangyi's money will be returned."

Wu Qiulian nodded immediately: "Yes."

After Bai Jiu explained a few more things, he went back to the room.

With the soft "click" of the door, he relaxed and leaned against the door with his head lowered, without moving for a long time.

Excessive mood swings are not good for him, but he can't control himself now, and his right hand that was holding the envelope just now is still shaking.

Bai Jiu raised his eyes to look at the bedside, where there was still a half bottle of water that he hadn't finished drinking yesterday. He walked over and opened the drawer by the bedside, revealing the medicine bought yesterday in the drawer.

Bai Jiu took out a board of pale yellow pills, took three and stuffed them into his mouth, grabbed the water bottle and took two sips of water.

……

The medicine made Bai Jiu fall into a dream soon.

This dream is very miraculous, he is like a void soul, returned to the original world, and came to his funeral.

Those who had or did not meet with each other during their lifetime, celebrities, partners, friends... are all standing in the mourning hall at this moment, bowing their heads and mourning silently.

Everyone was dressed solemnly, and some celebrities who didn't have much contact with each other wore light makeup that was almost plain, straightened their backs, and maintained a good posture in front of the camera.

Those who have a good relationship look very embarrassed, their expressions are all in a daze, their heads are bowed and they don't say a word.

Sitting on his coffin, Bai Jiu lowered his head to look at himself, but the coffin lid was too tight for him to see clearly.

It's probably not very pretty. People who died in a car accident may have their limbs crooked. When the undertaker repaired the body, it must have taken a lot of effort.

……

The people in the mourning hall gradually dispersed, and only a few people remained guarding.

Bai Jiu looked up and looked around. One was his manager Jian Cheng, who had been with him for eight years, and the other was Xu Xingyu, one of his few friends in the circle, who was a tepid singer.

There was another person who kept his head down, and Bai Jiu couldn't see his face clearly.

But he hasn't left yet, and his relationship with him should not be bad.

Bai Jiu became curious, jumped off the coffin, and walked towards him, wondering who he might be.

It wasn't until he walked in front of him that Bai Jiu saw his appearance clearly, and was suddenly stunned.

It was Ji Jiang. To be precise, he was still called Ji Fangcheng at this time.

Ji Fangcheng looked haggard, with red eye circles and dim eyesight. He stood there motionless, as if he had been standing there for a long time.

Bai Jiu couldn't believe it, he now felt that he must be dreaming, otherwise why would Ji Fangcheng appear at his funeral and still be so sad?

Ji Fangcheng seemed to realize something, slowly raised his head, and his eyes met Bai Jiu's.

Bai Jiu was startled, and subconsciously wanted to avoid him, only to realize later that he was dead, and Ji Fangcheng couldn't see him.

When he turned his head again, he knew what Ji Fangcheng was looking at.

——The portrait of himself in front of the mourning hall.

As expected, Jian Cheng is the person who knows Bai Jiu best. Even the portrait of him is Bai Jiu's favorite photo. In the photo, Bai Jiu has an immature face, cool hairstyle, clear eyes and a bright smile.

This is a photo of him when he first debuted. Later, for many years, Jian Cheng said that he became more and more popular, but his eyes became more and more unsightly. His eyes were the cleanest when he first debuted.

Bai Jiu looked back at Ji Fangcheng, and immediately began to worry again.

Ji Fangcheng stared at his portrait, almost lost his mind.

"...Isn't it?" Bai Jiu couldn't help muttering, "We...don't know each other well?"

It can't be because the new drama doesn't have a leading role, right?

……

Maybe Ji Fangcheng looked too sad, Bai Jiu looked at him for a while, and couldn't help but took two steps towards him.

"Well... look at it a bit more, although we failed to cooperate this time... but the entertainment industry is missing me a lot, and there are quite a lot of people of my type. Someone will take over this show, don't be sad ..."

"You can't be resurrected after death... Besides..."

After persuading and persuading, Ji Fangcheng suddenly paused, and then a little confused expression appeared on his face.

The next second, he suddenly turned his head and looked straight at Bai Jiu's position with a premonition.