017 Fall

I wore a tube top dress, high heels, and a plush jacket, and went to Shi Yu's dinner with Wei Xi.

I smiled to meet everyone's eyes, raised a glass of wine on my own initiative, and took off my jacket when it was warm, exposing my white back and shoulders. I could clearly see several people staring directly at me, unable to hide it. desire.

Shi Yu was also watching my changes. I couldn't see any emotion in his eyes. He just said to me after a while: "It's cold, put on your coat. Don't catch a cold."

I smiled and kissed him on the cheek, leaned on his shoulder and said teasingly, "It's hot, so drinking will make your whole body warm."

"You" Shi Yu looked at me for a long time, then continued, "You are drunk, I asked Weixi to take you back."

I continued: "I can still drink, I'm not drunk." After that, I was about to get the wine glass on the table.

He didn't listen to what I said, just called Weixi in and dragged me out.

I managed to hold on to my drunkenness until I got in the car. On the way back, I lay in the back seat and felt drowsy, but I still secretly rejoiced. I knew Shi Yu better, and he didn't like me to participate in such occasions, let alone He likes me for being so addicted to partying. After all, in the past two years, he has never taken me to any drinking party.

He thought this would make me surrender, and I did this just to spare him the pleasure of torturing me.

When I opened my eyes the next day, he was lying next to me. He was so drunk last night that I couldn't remember when he came back.

He saw that I was awake, raised his hand, touched my cheek, thought for a while and said:

"Yiqing, stop making trouble, okay? We are still the same as before."

I don't want to let him down just to make him unhappy. I also know that in my current situation, escaping is already unrealistic. Since he asked for peace first, I can also go down the steps, but now Let me say some flattering words to him, which are really hard to say.

I continued to close my eyes and concentrate, not wanting to pay attention to him. When he saw that I didn't respond, he continued:

"In recent times, I have gone too far. I promise there will be no next time."

I turned my back to him and said, "Okay, I won't leave."

He came over to me again, hugged me behind me, buried his face in my neck, and said dullly: "It'll be nice to come back, but it's a pity that you have such long hair."

Shi Yu must be the person I admire the most in my life. His next days are exactly as he said before - going back to the past.

It was as if none of the nasty things had happened before. He would come back to the villa every day no matter how late it was. He was considerate and caring to me. People who didn't know it would really think that we were some kind of model couple.

He enjoyed the performance very much, so I acted with him. He wouldn't let me work. Weixi would watch him when I went out. I really don't know who he was performing for.

I really feel like living like this is meaningless.

No matter how difficult it was before, I never thought about dying, because my parents committed suicide, leaving me alone was so irresponsible. I had no one to be responsible for, but suicide was still unacceptable to me.

But now I feel that none of this matters. I feel sick every day when I see him when I open my eyes.

I told him that I wanted to go back to the old house to have a look. I stayed there for a few days last time and it was not completely packed.

He also said he would go back with me, and I would follow him.

I heard that people who commit suicide will turn into evil spirits. If my parents are the same, please help me strangle Shi Yu to death. I will also thank my parents for the last time.

I walked into the old house with him, and scenes from the past came to mind again. I found a rag and wiped the cabinets.

I wiped and said, "I heard from the medical examiner that my parents died on June 28, but I never went to see them on the anniversary of their death."

Shi Yu looked at me in horror. He probably also thought that the time of death was determined by the medical examiner, so the scene when I went back to see my parents should not be fresh corpses. It's really hard to say what the scene was.

Indeed, that scene will appear in my dreams for a long time, and I wake up from the dream in fear every day.

So I really couldn't face their death calmly, I was resentful. He took me in his arms and said softly: "If you want to go see them, I will accompany you."

I ignored him and continued: "Shi Yu, why do you think everyone is alive? Why are you alive?"

He thought for a while and said, "Don't think about this. These philosophers haven't figured it out." I looked up at him and said, "Why do you think I am alive?"

His eyes flickered and he said nothing. It took him a long time to say, "Yiqing, don't do anything stupid. You still have me."

And you? There are just the two of us here. Why are you acting like you are loving me? Play my dead parents?

It's quite funny when you think about it.

I was busy from morning to night, and I almost finished cleaning. Shi Yu actually kept helping me clean the room. People who knew him were probably so scared that they vomited blood on the spot when they saw this scene.

When he was cleaning the room, he was probably thinking that he was busy being courteous. When I was cleaning the room, I was thinking that I would die here after the cleaning was done. Anyway, this old house is not afraid of becoming more sinister. When I turn into a ghost, I will probably die here. I can see my parents again.

When I was looking through old things in the study, I suddenly found a hidden compartment under the desk. When did this hidden compartment appear? Before I went to college, I did my homework in the study every day and didn't seem to notice any hidden compartments. Did you get it after you went to college?

After a lot of effort, I finally opened it, and a notebook fell out. I remember that my father always carried this notebook with him. It was his own work habit. Why was it hidden in this secret compartment?

After a brief look, it contained some information about my father's work. I didn't see any problems at first glance, so I planned to take it back and study it carefully.

But I vaguely felt that it was related to the death of my parents.