My conditions do not allow me not to be red (rebirth)

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Jin Feng walked through the corridor next to the open office area.

Today's 33rd floor is too noisy, it's obviously not the noon break, a bunch of people are not at their workstations, not doing work, discussing something together.

Jin Feng ignored it and walked to the elevator with his assistant.

The elevator room was also full of employees with their heads together. Jin Feng and his assistant were standing at the end of the crowd when they heard someone suddenly say, "It's too miserable. He just died like this. It doesn't seem like he's 30 yet."

who died.

The assistant looked over suspiciously.

Two of the several elevators arrived, some people came out, some people went in, and at the same time as the order of entering and exiting was restored, the chattering voices seemed to flow along with it.

"I heard that it was found at home in the morning, and everyone was already cold."

"Suicide?"

"I don't know, there is no official news yet."

"On the Internet, it seems that he was still drinking with people the day before. It is said that he has a lot of entertainment, except for filming and business, he often drinks with people. If you don't drink, you have no resources."

……

Occasionally, a few clear syllables came out of the buzzing voice, and Jin Feng didn't even twitch his brows.

Only then did some people see him, and they all shut up, "Boss Jin" and "Boss Jin are good".

Jin Feng looked pale.

After entering the elevator dedicated to executives, the assistant answered the phone, hung up silently, and hesitated in a low voice: "President Jin, something went wrong..."

Jin Feng thought it was a matter of work, but he didn't take it seriously, anyway, he was there to support the sky falling.

The assistant said, "Wang Yang, it's gone."

"What's gone?"

"died."

Jin Feng froze in place for a second, his heart skipped a beat, he suspected he had heard it wrong, and there was a sharp humming sound on his eardrums.

"what?"

The assistant said in a stern tone: "Just received the news. This morning, he died on the bed in the apartment. The autopsy results of the forensic doctor came out. The sudden onset of alcoholism..."

The voice next to Jin Feng's ear was suddenly distant and near, and the lights on the sedan chair shook accordingly.

"It was said that when it was discovered, the person was not breathing."

"His assistant called 120, and he also went to 110."

"Boss Jin!"

"Boss Jin?"

Jin Feng's body swayed uncontrollably and was supported by his assistant.

The assistant whispered: "Boss Jin, my condolences."

Jin Feng's face was a little pale, and he couldn't digest the news for a while. Hearing what the assistant said, he suddenly thought, why is he mourning?He and Wang Yang didn't know each other at all.

They only saw each other briefly that day in a hotel room.

After that, he only learned about this person through various channels unilaterally, and observed him from a distance for a period of time.

They don't know each other at all, and they don't have friendship, so how can they let him mourn?

But the assistant kept supporting his arm, from stepping out of the elevator to stepping into the car.

Nomad came over: "Brother Jin, what's wrong? You don't look good?"

Jin Feng regained his composure, motioned him to come closer, and said in a low voice: "Go and investigate something, you go in person."

Nomad was surprised, what a big deal this must be, and he was asked to do it himself.

"it is good."

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The news that the artist Wang Yang died of alcohol poisoning in the apartment at home soon made the official announcement.

For a while, it reached the top of the hot search, and the whole network was discussing it.

After all, the person who died was not an ordinary person with no known name, but a well-known actor.

His fans cried and wailed for him, passers-by watched, and medical knowledge about how to prevent alcoholism and sudden cerebral infarction was frequently mentioned on the Internet.

What followed was an online violence that skinned half the life of the dead——

Before Wang Yang was picked up by someone, he frequently went to wineries, clubs and other high-end places to socialize, and he would get drunk eight out of ten times.

These things have been exposed before, but because they involve private life habits and have nothing to do with morality, they didn't cause any splashes on the Internet.

Nowadays, when a person dies, after the whole network mourns, there are rounds of doubts about his own living habits——

[I drank to death, who can blame this. 】

[If it's not that someone pressed his head to make him drink, it can only be said that he deserved it. 】

As soon as there was a trend of cyber violence, it was suddenly suppressed, and there was no movement.

Only condolences from the fans.

After mourning for two days, the only thing that can be found out about Wang Yang is the family background of Wang Yang's parents divorced and remarried.

The funeral home in the suburbs, the brokerage company and Wang Yang's mother held a pre-cremation memorial service for Wang Yang. Fans went there spontaneously. There were too many people and the roads were blocked.

Jin Feng's car was parked in the outdoor parking lot of the funeral home. Although Wang Yang's mother thought it was very abrupt and incomprehensible, Jin Feng came in the name of a friend and asked to see Wang Yang alone for the last time.

"Brother, it's done." Nomad knocked on the glass.

Jin Feng got out of the car in a black suit with a section of white on his chest pocket and sunglasses.

Not long after, he saw Wang Yang, fully dressed, with makeup on, his face looked bloody, very peaceful, lying among the bouquets, as if he had just fallen asleep.

But Jin Feng knew that it was not falling asleep.

He had seen Wang Yang who was asleep, he was very dishonest, turned over frequently, his body was hot, and he would stick to other people's body, put a plate on his legs, and talk in his dreams.

The sunglasses covered his face, and no one looked around. Only Jin Feng knew all the emotions and expressions.

He looked at Wang Yang from outside the bouquet, stood for a while, and suddenly regretted it very much.

The chrysanthemums in front of me are not chrysanthemums for memorial service. They are said to be Wang Yang's favorite flowers during his lifetime, and they are the flowers that fans have always given him when they support him.

But if he didn't use those strenuous scrutiny and observations back then, if he had pulled people to his side that morning and prevented Wang Yang from participating in those social gatherings, wouldn't the people around him today have turned into roses?

Jin Feng didn't know.

Because he didn't do that, Wang Yang is no longer here.

None of them stand a chance.

Jin Feng turned around.

Nomad asked him if he should wait until after the cremation, or now?

"There were too many people, and there were fans rushing to pay their respects outside, and the road was blocked."

Jin Feng motioned to leave now, he didn't wait for that time.

He couldn't wait, he was afraid that the hole in his heart would become bigger, and he would blame himself and regret more.

The car went against the current to meet the rushing crowd.

This road is not a problem of congestion, it is only a few meters away from the gate of the funeral parlor, and it is full of people, unable to move.

Nomad, the driver and the co-pilot, didn't say a word, and no one would blame the road blockage and reverse direction at this moment.

However, for some reason, I don't know what happened in the direction of the funeral parlor behind me. There were screams and crowds pushing.

Outside the car window, someone turned around and ran in the opposite direction in horror. The crowd was commotion and panic spread. Obviously, many people didn't know what happened and ran after being affected.

"what happened?"

The driver confirmed that the door was locked, and Nomad sat up vigilantly.

Jin Feng couldn't digest his emotions in silence, he frowned and looked out of the car.

The funeral home also had people arranged by nomads to escort Wang Yang on his last journey.

Nomad quickly took out his mobile phone to make a call, and the call was connected quickly.

Nomad listened to a few sentences, and his face was stunned: "What? What does it mean to be alive!? What does it mean to be alive?"

Reaching out Jin Feng's hand from behind, he took Nomad's cell phone, his tone was calm but eager, "Say it again!"

It was Jin Feng who was heard on the other side, and said, "Mr. Jin, the memorial service hasn't started yet, and their management company is still trying to persuade fans to stay outside and not crowd into the memorial hall."

As he spoke, the voice on the other side trembled and gasped, "Wang Yang walked out of it by himself."

"It really came out, it's alive."

"Everyone here is scared crazy."

"Wang Yang's mother passed out."

"Many people didn't know what happened. They ran out in fright when they heard someone shout 'explode the corpse'."

Jin Feng didn't finish listening, he threw away the phone, opened the door, and got out of the car with a gust of wind.

"Brother!" Nomad hurriedly chased after him.

The panic among the crowd was still spreading, this time they changed direction, Jin Feng was still going against the current.

Nomad followed up well-trained, fended off the crowd that was shooting towards Jin Feng for Jin Feng, and turned back to the funeral parlor together.

After entering the indoor hall, there were far fewer people, Jin Feng took off his sunglasses and threw them away, almost embarrassed and urgent, and ran to the memorial hall he had been to before.

The promenade was also full of people running out, and there were a few familiar faces from Wang Yang's agency.

Someone was calling him, Boss Jin, Boss Jin, Jin Feng ignored him and ran straight away.

Before he got there, he saw a familiar figure standing by the window, and the jumping sunlight shone on his lively and doubtful face.

"Fuck, why is this a funeral parlor?"

Even the voice is so real, it's not someone's illusion.

Jin Feng's breath was suffocated for a few seconds, and there was nothing in his eyes, only that figure.

He walked over quickly, grabbed the person and clasped his wrist, the lightly beating pulse under his fingertips vividly explained everything.

Alive, still alive.

Wang Yang looked up inexplicably and looked at him with a strange expression on his face.

Jin Feng stared at him intently.

During the few seconds they stared at each other, Jin Feng felt a destructive hurricane in his heart, as if it was subverting his whole heart, and it also seemed that a thousand-degree scorching fire was burning in his heart, making him tremble with fear.

What silently examines and observes for a while, in the face of life and death, all his previous considerations have become shit.

He only hated that he didn't eat the person that day, and threw out the check the next day, so that the clingy spirit who had been pestering him all night became his completely!

What do you need to be rational, calm, understanding and familiar?

He obviously wanted this person!

Go fuck watch!

Jin Feng didn't know whether he hated himself or the funeral parlor, he suddenly looked angry, and stretched out his hand to start pulling the shroud on Wang Yang's body.

Wang Yang was startled.

There's nothing scarier than waking up to find yourself a dead body waiting to be burned in a funeral home, right?

If so, it means that a man suddenly appeared and pulled the shroud from your body.

Wang Yang grabbed the man's hand and exclaimed, "What are you doing!"

The man glared: "What kind of shroud are you wearing! It's worn by dead people! Take it off!"

Wang Yang struggled.

Damn, he wants to take it off too, but he only has this one, it's gone inside!

"Take it off and what do I wear!"

Jin Feng grabbed the suit off his body, threw it at Wang Yang's feet, and continued to pull: "Wear mine!"

Wang Yang also became angry: "Who are you?!"

Jin Feng may have been overwhelmed with emotions, or he may have been provoked by Wang Yang's tone, and blurted out: "Your future husband!"

Wang Yang was shocked three times.

husband?Still in the future?

Wang Yang: No, when did I bend over?