The master of metaphysics is trying to break up again

Huang Jingshan lost her mother since she was a child, but her family was in good condition. Her father was a well-known real estate agent in the city, and she was the only daughter. The funeral was held in a grand manner.

At this time, the ceremony had not officially started, and more than half of the guests in the inner hall had already arrived, their expressions were either sad or serious, and they occasionally chatted in low voices, mourning Huang Jingshan's death.

Lin Xuekuang looked around calmly, and saw some other classmates he knew in the class, most of them were girls, and some of them he couldn't name.

There were two female classmates who were probably Huang Jingshan's good friends. They were helping tidy things up front. Both of them were crying so much that they had to stop to wipe their tears from time to time.

Huang Jingshan's father seemed to be in his fifties, with a slightly fatter figure and a serious face. He stood silently aside, looking at his daughter's spiritual tablet. Huang Jingshan's boyfriend Qi Yanzhi also came and was talking to him.

Lin Xuekuang and Wu Mengyu walked over quietly and found a place to sit down.

Wu Mengyu ran to the automatic water dispenser and brought two cups of hot water, handed one to Lin Xuekuang, and said, "I thought you would come in and have a look at the most, and you wouldn't stay to attend the funeral. It's not like your personality." .”

It has to be said that Wu Mengyu knew him very well.

Lin Xuekuang took a sip of water and said, "After all, I was a classmate. I also feel very sorry for Huang Jingshan to encounter such a thing. Let's see her as the last one."

Lin Xuekuang usually would not participate in group activities even when the sky was falling. Wu Mengyu gave him a dubious look, and Lin Xuekuang was calm.

As a result, Wu Mengyu suddenly remembered something.

Lin Xuekuang's face is at the level of being a vase in the entertainment industry. As soon as he entered school, half of the school people came to watch. During the military training, he was directly picked up by the instructor and asked him to stand up. Be the flag bearer at the front of the line.

At that time, not only the girls liked to talk about him secretly, but even the boys sometimes go over to gossip and gossip. As a roommate of the school grass, Wu Mengyu was attracted by many people. Take Lin Xuekuang within a month.

But Lin Xuekuang was unmoved, and in the end Huang Jingshan became a couple with Qi Yanzhi, who was pursuing her.

Now that Lin Xuekuang actually came to her funeral, maybe it wasn't completely unintentional at the time, but he just didn't know how to express it. Thinking about it this way, it's really a sad story.

Wu Mengyu patted Lin Xuekuang's shoulder heavily, and said sadly: "Ask what love is in this world. Brother, I understand. You must mourn your sorrows and take care of your body."

Lin Xuekuang: "..."

No, you probably don't quite get it.

While the two were talking, a girl who was sorting out Huang Jingshan's belongings just now came over and happened to be sitting next to Lin Xuekuang and Wu Mengyu.

She was still sobbing as she sat there, as if she couldn't wipe away her tears, Lin Xuekuang and Wu Mengyu stopped talking.

A girl in the front row turned her head and handed over a pack of tissues, and said softly, "Hi, He Simeng, here are the tissues."

He Simeng took it while thanking him, took out a few tissues and piled them together to cover his face, it took a while to recover, his nose and eyes were red, and he looked very pitiful.

Lin Xuekuang watched silently.

Wu Mengyu said "Hey" and persuaded: "Don't be too sad. Birth, old age, sickness and death are all things that can't be helped. After Huang Jingshan's accident, you have been helping her run and run, and you have done a lot for her. "

"I know that's the truth, but I still find it unacceptable when it happens to me. After all, it's an innocent life."

He Simeng threw away the tissue, and said softly: "Especially Jingshan hasn't been so... inexplicable, the whole thing can't be explained at all, and nothing can be found out, it's really wronged, it's a pity."

She mentioned the way of Huang Jingshan's death in this gloomy mourning hall, and everyone was silent for a while.

But at this time, Lin Xuekuang suddenly said, "It would be nice if Huang Jingshan went to the cafeteria to eat with other people in the dormitory that day."

It was rare for him to speak, his face was light, and his tone seemed to be regretful.

He Simeng glanced at Lin Xuekuang in surprise, and said in a low voice, "It's a coincidence. Jingshan and Qi Yanzhi went to Yuelao Temple to play that morning, but because they felt a little headache, they went back to the dormitory to rest early. I saw them coming back at the school gate, Jingshan's roommate was still in the library at that time, and she was left alone."

Lin Xuekuang glanced in Qi Yanzhi's direction, just at this time the other party's gaze also inadvertently swept over, and when he touched Lin Xuekuang in mid-air, a little surprise flashed across his face.

He looks clean and handsome, but with slender eyebrows and thin lips, his face looks mean and gloomy, which is not very attractive.

Qi Yanzhi looked at Lin Xuekuang, and the corners of his eyes fluttered over the people gathered beside him, with a subtle disdain on his face, he nodded at Lin Xuekuang, and then looked away.

Wu Mengyu also saw this look in his eyes, frowned, and said in a low voice: "At my girlfriend's funeral, he still wanted to flirt with you, how sick it is."

Everyone knows that although Qi Yanzhi is good-looking, his family background is good, and his grades are good, but he still likes to tease others, he doesn't want anyone around him to show off, and he is reincarnated like a lemon.

He was especially jealous of Lin Xuekuang who could overwhelm him in everything, he must have felt upset seeing Lin Xuekuang's popularity just now.

Lin Xuekuang looked at Qi Yanzhi's face, and said thoughtfully, "Yes, you are really cruel."

After they said these words, the funeral was about to begin. According to local customs, relatives should move out the altar with the tablet and urn of the deceased at this time, which is called "invoking the spirit".

Father Huang brought a few relatives of the Huang family into the back inner room, but after a while, no one came out, but there was a commotion inside, mixed with Father Huang's angry voice: "Impossible, absolutely no!"

Huang's father's secretary and Qi Yanzhi were waiting outside, but upon hearing the words, they exchanged glances and ran over immediately, seeing Huang's father holding Huang Jingshan's urn, angrily said: "This is not Shanshan!"

Huang Jingshan's eldest cousin was always by her side, she was startled when she heard this, and quickly asked, "Second Uncle, what did you say?"

Huang's father ignored his nephew's inquiry, took the box and went straight outside, and asked the people present: "Who stole my daughter's ashes? Is it you? Is it you? Or you? Talk!"

He looked majestic at first, but when he was furious, he was terrifying, and he looked crazy. Everyone couldn't help but feel a little creepy, and avoided while shaking their heads.

At this moment, Qi Yanzhi and Huang's father's secretary also came over. Huang's father saw Qi Yanzhi at a glance, strode up to him immediately, and grabbed his collar.

Father Huang stared and said: "I see, you must have replaced this urn, I think you are not a good guy! My daughter went out to play with you, and she died for no reason when she came back. You give me back my daughter! You give me back!"

He was so strong that Qi Yanzhi was so strangled that he couldn't speak, his face was flushed and he coughed repeatedly.

Brother Huang and the secretary hurried up to separate the two, one hugged Huang's father from behind and dragged him back, while the other dared not touch the boss, so he pulled Qi Yanzhi away.

All of a sudden, the surroundings were eerily quiet, and everyone's eyes fell on the urn, wondering and uncertain.

Was it really replaced?But who would touch an urn?Those who are less timid don't even dare to look at it.

Brother Huang took a lot of effort to snatch the urn out of Father Huang's arms. He looked at it carefully for a long time, and then whispered: "Second Uncle, this box is the one we picked. You can see that the pattern is exactly the same. You... You have a bad heart, calm down, and don't be too sad. Dad, what do you think?"

Huang Jingshan's uncle came over to have a look and said it was correct.

When Father Huang questioned, Qi Yanzhi had been coughing for a long time, as if he had just regained his strength, then he showed a sad expression, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Uncle, it's really not me. Jingshan passed away, I really miss her, but what's the use of taking the urn away? She can't come back. I hope she can be buried sooner, If you are like this, Jing Shan will definitely be very sad when she finds out."

He said, lowering his head and wiping his eyes.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Huang's father was in a neurotic state, and everyone didn't take his words seriously. On the contrary, because of Qi Yanzhi's attitude, they had a good impression of this polite and affectionate young man.

Brother Huang said to Qi Yanzhi in a low voice: "My second uncle's mood is not stable, sorry, don't take it to heart, go out first."

Huang's father stared and said, "Nonsense, who said that I am emotionally unstable? I said the box is different, but it is different. How can I not recognize it?"

As he said this, he actually hesitated in his heart.

He just felt that the touch of the box was wrong, and although the appearance looked exactly the same everywhere, when he held it in his hand, he instinctively felt that it was not his daughter inside.

But this intuition is too uncertain, and everyone doesn't agree with it. No matter how tough Huang's father is, he can't stick to it forever.

With such a commotion, the funeral could only be temporarily postponed. Brother Huang had a good relationship with Huang Jingshan since he was a child. After persuading his second uncle for a while, he also felt very uncomfortable, so he simply walked outside the funeral home to breathe.

He found a leeward place, took out a pack of cigarettes, took one in his mouth, and then accidentally dropped his wallet on the ground while taking out a lighter.

What the hell is going wrong!

Brother Huang was about to bend down, when suddenly a hand stretched out from the side, picked up the wallet on the ground, and handed it to him.

"To you."

That hand was slender and fair, Brother Huang took the wallet, and looked over, only to see that the person in front of him was extremely fair-skinned, with clear eyebrows and eyes as if painted, with a bookish air, he was actually an extremely elegant and handsome young man.

He looked familiar, as if he was a classmate of his cousin.

Brother Huang was stunned: "Thank you."

"It's ok."

Lin Xuekuang saw a string of crystal tourmalines on his left wrist, and said, "Mr. Huang, ordinary people should wear the jewels that have been consecrated on their left hand. But you are left-handed and born in the leap month, and your energy field is different from that of ordinary people. People are just the opposite, the right hand is the clean hand, and the left hand is the dirty hand, if you wear this thing backwards, it will cause negative energy to accumulate in the body, which is prone to accidents."

When he spoke, there was a slight smile on his face, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, he seemed careless, and he looked like he was just chatting casually: "Mr. Huang has a lot of troubles at home recently, and his sister died in vain, and your father's liver and spleen are not very good. You should pay more attention."

After Lin Xuekuang finished speaking, he nodded at Brother Huang, turned around and left.

After evaluating Brother Huang's IQ and ability to accept, he silently counted down: "20, 19, 18..."

Brother Huang was shocked.

The young man only said a few words, but he hit on the origin of the beads on his wrist, his birthday month, and the physical condition of his parents, without any mistakes.

If it is still possible to investigate these in advance, then he has indeed felt very uncomfortable since wearing this string of beads that are said to be transportable last week.

It was as if his chest was always stuffed with breath, and he always had stomach pains. He went to the hospital and couldn't find out the problem, which happened to match what Lin Xuekuang said.

It can't be that this young man is right about so many things, right?

That's why he just said that Huang Jingshan died in vain...

Mr. Huang took off the string of beads on his wrist. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect. He suddenly felt that the stuffiness seemed to dissipate all of a sudden, and his stomach pain improved a lot.

He didn't care about smoking any more, he stuffed the beads into his pocket, and quickly chased after him.

"Classmates! Classmates, please stay behind!"

"...3, 2, 1."

Lin Xuekuang smiled slightly, and when he stopped and turned around, a proper question appeared on his face: "Mr. Huang, what's the matter?"