Infatuation is the most boring

Fatty Wang's real name is Wang Pang. He's actually not fat, he's even a little thin, but he's not tall, not as tall as me anyway.I am 1.7 meters eight, and he probably struggled at around 1.7 meters.

I like to call him Fatty Wang. After all, he is the only friend. If he is not familiar with him, I am sorry for my bleak popularity.

I know my Fatty Wang. His biggest feature is that he is stingy. He wants to eat poor me when he goes out to eat skewers. He always has to go to the toilet when he pays the bill.

But it is such a stingy Fatty Wang who wants to buy me a cemetery out of his own pocket.

I left him a total of more than 7000 yuan, and he bought me tens of thousands of cemeteries.I almost couldn't believe this was the Fatty Wang I knew.

I moved to live with him for several days before I was alive, and all my clothes were with him, so he took my clothes and cremated them, and made a clothes grave.

I never thought that Zhou Mingkai would go to my grave.

He wears sunglasses, and I know why he wears sunglasses, because he didn't cry after I died, but he tossed about without eating, drinking or sleeping for several days, and his eyes were so red and swollen that it was scary.

Fatty Wang was a little surprised when he saw him, and then he said in a strange way, "Hey, Mr. Zhou, you came here not long after the tomb of Yangzi was built. It's very strange."

Zhou Mingkai just said in a low voice, "Thank you."

"How can I thank you for what I did for Yangzi?" Fatty Wang said bitterly, "This is the funniest joke I've heard this year."

I looked at my portrait on the tombstone, and felt sorry for Fatty Wang for the money to buy the cemetery.

The point is that I'm not too satisfied with that portrait, the smile is too bright, it doesn't match my life like a joke, so I should keep a straight face.

Fatty Wang looked at Zhou Mingkai's sad aura, and couldn't help but said, "Mr. Zhou, don't cry like a cat. Xu Jiayang is dead, so it's just as you like. Look, it doesn't matter which woman you want to marry this time." It's up to you, hurry up, go home and tell your family the good news, hurry up and put the wedding on the agenda."

Zhou Mingkai raised his eyes to look at Fatty Wang, his eyes were covered by the sunglasses, no one knew what kind of eyes were behind the sunglasses.

When Fatty Wang mentioned this, I was curious about Zhou Mingkai's reaction.I know that Zhou Mingkai said that if he doesn't love me, he wants to marry the woman his mother arranged for him. In this sentence, only if he doesn't love me is true.

The Zhou Mingkai I know is not so bad.

I didn't care how Zhou Mingkai and Fatty Wang stared at each other anymore. I sat in front of my tombstone and looked at the surrounding scenery. I was very satisfied with the scenery.But no matter how satisfied it was, what was buried inside was just a pile of clothes.

Some of my corpses were attached to the bottom of the train, and some were left on the rails. Once the high-pressure water gun was cleaned, the remaining human tissues could not even be put together.

The cemetery is really a bit of a waste.

Of course, I told myself that this was my brother's wish, and I especially wanted to bless him, but I didn't know if I had this function, maybe I didn't.

Fatty Wang left first, leaving Zhou Mingkai and me alone.

It was already dark when Zhou Mingkai left, and I followed behind him. Although there were street lights in the cemetery at night, it was still a bit gloomy.

I don't know if Zhou Mingkai is afraid or not, anyway, I am a little scared.

I was cowardly when I was alive, and cowardly when I was dead. I am a real coward.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing.

Following Zhou Mingkai back to the apartment, he still didn't eat, but went back to the bedroom, took off his sunglasses and lay down on the bed.In the few days since I committed suicide, he hasn't gone to work, and every day is a bit like...

The walking dead, this word is very vivid.

I have to wonder if Zhou Mingkai has me in his heart, because like Fatty Wang said, the person who has no reason to be sad when I die is Zhou Mingkai.But now that he is like this, he is really sad, even more than sad.It is a sadness that even a dead person like me can feel.

A hopeless sadness.

However, it was he who said that he had never loved, it was he who said it was just revenge, it was he who said that the law of heaven was manifested in retribution, and it was he who said that Xu Jiayang was responsible for Lin Qingyi's death, all of these were his words.

He can be sad, but don't be so sad that I have the illusion that Zhou Mingkai loves Xu Jiayang.

I no longer dare to think about the slim possibility that Zhou Mingkai loves Xu Jiayang, because no matter it is true or not, it makes my heart ache.If Zhou Mingkai loves Xu Jiayang, then my death is a joke.If Zhou Mingkai doesn't love Xu Jiayang, then the 11 years that I have loved Zhou Mingkai deeply is just a joke.

At night, Zhou Mingkai stared fixedly at the ceiling.

I stared at him intently.

Feng Tao came early the next morning. Last time he called the unlocking company, he was more careful and left the key for himself. He opened the door and came in.

Feng Tao entered the bedroom and saw that Zhou Mingkai's eyes were still open.

He probably guessed that this person stayed up all night.

Zhou Mingkai said: "As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw Jiayang being crushed to death by the train...I don't know how much it will hurt...I dare not think..."

Does it hurt?I can't seem to recall that feeling anymore.

Zhou Mingkai, are you guilty?

Feng Tao knows a little about the things between me and Zhou Mingkai. Although we are also high school classmates, he doesn't intervene in the ridiculous things between Zhou Mingkai and me and doesn't ask too much.

"Ming Kai, no one would have thought that Xu Jiayang would commit suicide." Feng Tao began to blame me, "He has lived with peace of mind for so many years after he killed Mr. Lin, who would have thought that he would commit suicide just because you proposed a breakup? "

I listened to Feng Tao's words of confounding black and white, and the idea of ​​holding a small and medium-sized haunted event became more and more intense, but unfortunately, I couldn't do anything.

Feng Tao went on to say: "Don't take everything on yourself, you have done nothing wrong, you just don't love him."

Zhou Mingkai trembled a little because of this sentence, because he didn't wear glasses, his eyes didn't have a sense of focus, so he just followed up and said, I don't love him... that's all.

Yes, I, the protagonist, admit that Zhou Mingkai just doesn't love me... Is it really just that?Get close to me, give me warmth, say that you love me like life, and finally tell me that everything is a lie and revenge, taking away the last bit of strength I have to live, and again, it's just that I don't love.

Zhou Mingkai, do you want to be ashamed?

I watched Feng Tao try all kinds of ways to enlighten Zhou Mingkai, he said all kinds of good and bad words, and if the comfort and enlightenment didn't work, he just used his ideals of work and life to talk about things. Hearing this, I felt that my death was quite unjust.

I want to see Zhou Mingkai feel sad because of my death, I am satisfied, I sincerely hope Feng Tao can persuade Zhou Mingkai to cheer up, go to work and live a good life, after all I am dead.

Death is like a lamp going out, I can't afford to love or hate.

Zhou Mingkai finally started washing under Feng Tao's persuasion, changed into casual clothes, and threw the smelly shirt into the washing machine.

I watched him enter the study, put the cufflink on the desk into a drawer, and put a photo of us in it.He stared at the photo in a daze. At this time, Feng Tao outside made breakfast and called his name, so he closed the drawer and turned to go out.

Feng Tao cooked a bowl of egg noodle soup for Zhou Mingkai with the only eggs left in the kitchen. I thought the appearance was not good, but Zhou Mingkai didn't pick anything, and ate slowly with chopsticks.

"When will you return to the company?" Feng Tao asked.

Zhou Mingkai stopped his chopsticks and thought for a while, then said, "Wait a little longer."

Feng Tao and Zhou Mingkai started a business together when they were in college, doing game development, because their major was computer at that time.When I was in my senior year, others were busy looking for jobs, and their company was already on the right track, called "Mingfeng".Zhou Mingkai didn't go to work for the past few days, Feng Tao was alone.

"The company can't live without you," Feng Tao said, "you should quickly adjust your mentality."

Zhou Mingkai didn't answer, he wasn't sure if it was really just a matter of mentality.

Seeing the other party like this, Feng Tao didn't force him anymore, and said, "Come on, I'll let you take a long vacation."

Zhou Mingkai couldn't eat half a bowl of noodles, maybe because he had been on an empty stomach for too long, and couldn't eat too much in a short while.After eating, Zhou Mingkai's complexion improved a lot, at least not as pale as before.

I watched Zhou Mingkai start to eat, and for some reason I breathed a sigh of relief with Feng Tao. I have to admit, I don’t want to watch Zhou Mingkai play decadently without eating or drinking. He also took a deep breath.

I know that loving him has become an instinct of mine.

I want him to be sorry for my death, but I can't see him having a bad time more than anyone.

Feng Tao dragged Zhou Mingkai out. Feng Tao didn't say why he was going there. I didn't bother to follow, so I just nestled on the sofa and enjoyed some quiet time.

It has been more than a week since I died, and I still can't adapt to my identity as a ghost, nestled in the sofa with Zhou Mingkai's breath, there is always a feeling that Zhou Mingkai will definitely scold me when he comes back and sees that I haven't gone back to bed to sleep But when I think about it carefully, he can't even see me, so how can he scold me.

After nestling on the sofa for a while, the desire to sleep became stronger. I knew I would never sleep again, and I felt so sorry. I am such a sleepy person, and I thought I could sleep for a long time after becoming a ghost. , but found that he could no longer dream.

I saw that the cacti on the balcony were lush and green, so I got up and went to the balcony.It is already September now, and the weather has turned cooler after autumn, and the trees in the community have begun to turn yellow, but the cactus I raised is getting more and more lovely.

Suddenly I feel a lot better.

But I started to worry again. If I died, Zhou Mingkai might not even look at it, and he didn't know if a plant like cactus could survive on its own.

Zhou Mingkai, Zhou Mingkai, I don't expect you to take care of my cactus for me. I just want to ask you to take care of yourself. It's enough for you to feel sorry for me. I don't want anything else.

After all, as Feng Tao said, if you don't love me, I can't blame you.

Those lies, those deceitful revenge, just go to the ground with my death.And those dreams that I had so longed for, returned to the original place along with the train to Liucheng, back to the summer when I was 16 years old.

I looked at the cactus, and in this meager greenery, I seemed to return to the sunset when I was 16 years old. I saw the boy in the white and blue school uniform, walking towards me with his schoolbag slung across his shoulders.

Hello, Zhou Mingkai!

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