Chapter 75 There will be a period after the fourth chapter

After returning home, Yin Hui only said a few perfunctory words to Tang Yan, and kept silent about the rest.After drinking a glass of water, he respectfully took out three sticks of sandalwood incense and put them under Old Zhao's spirit tablet.Next to it, a sachet embroidered with colored threads lay there, listless.However, Yin Hui vaguely remembered the note in the sachet, which he had mistaken for a boudoir whisper: "Old man, I am waiting for you on Huangquan Road." To be honest, he didn't understand what this sentence meant, but he could guess by touching his head. Before he died, Zhao Deshui roughly explained that he could see some strange things when he was about to die.And when everyone celebrated his sixtieth birthday, the subtle changes in old Zhao's expression.Everything is connected together, Yin Hui guessed that this mysterious teacher probably knew the date of her husband's death before she died.

The more I thought about it, the more chaotic I became, so I stopped thinking about it.Yin Hui stretched his waist, fell headfirst on the sofa, picked up a can of beer, and drank a few sips. Although I have been hanging out with the two girls in the amusement park day and night these few days, it has made me feel much better, but after all, it is not a cure for the symptoms, and the best medicine for wounds is time.So in a short period of time, it is impossible for Yin Hui to really come out from the shadow of old Zhaotou. "Yin Hui, why are you drinking again?" It was only eight o'clock in the morning, and Tang Yan came out of the bathroom and was about to dry the clothes. When she saw the beer in Yin Hui's hand, she couldn't help frowning.

"It's nothing, hehe!" Yin Hui raised the corner of his mouth, looked at Tang Yan embarrassedly, and then put the remaining half can of dark beer back on the glass coffee table. "There are no drinks, so I got beer." After speaking, he opened the refrigerator, trying to find something. Of course, he didn't choose to drink because he didn't have any drinks, he just didn't want to cause others to worry because of himself. "Uh, I actually found it. Why didn't I find it just now. It seems that next time I put things in the category, I have to remember to classify them. It's too messy now." Yin Hun weighed the iced tea in his hand, and then unscrewed it He took a sip of the bottle cap and smiled with satisfaction: "It seems that the drink is still delicious."

A smart woman would never embarrass herself, so although Tang Yan already knew that the other party was acting, she still smiled cooperatively. That smile was meaningful. At this time, the door rang, and it turned out that it was Shen Feifei, a little loli, who finally knew that the sun was drying her butt, but she was wearing a pajamas that looked like a Christmas costume, and there were two small pompoms hanging on the hat. With a sharp nose and a small full mouth, you can turn cute and strange at a glance.Putting on her slippers, Shen Feifei stared at Yin Hui with her hands on her hips, and then threw her hat towards him: "Hey, a big man drinks drinks all day long, and you drank all the drinks I bought these days " After finishing speaking, barefooted, he reached out to take out a bottle from the refrigerator without saying a word, and drank it in big gulps.

Reaching out to take the white nightcap, Yin Hui burst out laughing. This little loli really considers this place her home. She only said that she drank her drinks. After a night of tossing and cleaning? The relationship between the three of them was surprisingly good during this time, and it could almost be described as inseparable. Because of this, Yin Hui had also been troubled. If two beauties lived with him, it meant that he had a good fortune, which was a good thing.But after careful analysis, it's not like this. Not only did I not take advantage of it, but I also worked as a part-time job for the two of them (especially the young one).Coupled with the rumors and gossips from the neighbors who secretly said that they have a bad style, it made Yin Hui cry out for injustice. It is estimated that if this continues, we will really become a negative example.

Gradually, the wound Zhao Deshui left on everyone's hearts was diluted by time, but the daily mourning has become a habit. Yes, life must continue, and work must continue. People always look ahead. Director Zhou of the funeral home is about to resign. This is unexpected, but it is also expected.After all, although Zhou Jian had nothing to do with such a big homicide case before, since he is the head of a library, he must be implicated. Director Zhou left. At the gate shaded by stone lions and green pines, Yin Hun, Tang Yan and more than a dozen colleagues bid farewell to the pavilion.

Seeing Director Zhou carrying a suitcase and turning his head three times at a step, Yin Hui felt a little bit reluctant. Zhou Jian was not very good in terms of character alone, but he couldn’t be categorized either. To the bad guys.How should I put it, he thinks more about himself and less about others.Usually I also like to engage in small movements and covet something.But for everyone, it's still interesting enough.Just before Zhao Deshui died, Director Zhou showed his best performance, and he should also mean it. Thinking of this, he glanced at Tang Yan, walked out of the crowd, and was about to see Director Zhou off after going out.Director Zhou nodded a little excitedly when he saw Yin Hui and Tang Yan.Yin Hui stepped forward and helped him carry the box. Director Zhou didn't stop him, but just sighed.

"Could it be that people have premonitions before they die?" After walking a few steps, Director Zhou still spoke. "This..." Yin Hui and Tang Yan looked at each other, a little surprised. They didn't know why Director Zhou would ask such a question on such an occasion. Probably understanding the thoughts of the two young people, curator Zhou smiled and explained: "Master Zhao came to my house at the end of last year. For the first time, he and I had braised vegetables and got drunk. On that day, he suddenly said Can you find him a coffin of good quality. I asked him why, but he didn't say."

"Now I understand. Probably, it's because he wants to sleep comfortably after death! Hehe." It can be heard that every sentence of his is very bitter, sincere and sincere, and there is no need to fake it. "Curator, thank you." Yin Hui pursed his lips and said sincerely. "What's the matter? We've been together for so many years, we're all a family! Call me Zhou Jian! I'm not a curator anymore." Director Zhou smiled and waved his hand. When he was about to get on the bus, he I looked back at the funeral home for a long time, and then patted Yin Hui on the shoulder: "The longer I stay here, the more I believe. Death is a door! He does not mean the end of life, but passes through it, Entering another stage. In fact, it is the door. As the gatekeeper, I, Zhou Jianneng, sent many people through that door and said to them: Be careful on the road and send them away. I really feel that Sansheng is lucky! Well, little Yin, Xiao Tang. Let's meet later!"