The Humble Spare Tire is Set After the Car Rolls Over - Chapter 188

Zhao Yi went to the kitchen to cook alone. Nan Xiaojin originally wanted to help, but was stopped by Zhao Yi.

“Chao Ci has to go in too, it’s too crowded for three people to stay in the kitchen.” Zhao Yi said.

Nan Xiaojin endured the chills on her body and watched Zhao Yi walk into the kitchen.

Zhao Yi took the ingredients out of the refrigerator and handled them slowly. Just after washing the yam, he was about to cook first when he seemed to hear something suddenly. He looked back at the yam in the basket, waved his hand and said, “Put those down and let me cut it.”

As he said that, he just turned on the switch of the rice cooker, so he walked directly there, took the yam and put it on the chopping board, while cutting it and said, “Just sit there and wait, your fingers don’t touch the spring water, in case the kitchen knife What should I do if I hurt my hand?”

After cutting the yam, he took out the strawberries from the refrigerator, washed them and put them on the small round table next to them. He raised a chair and put it in front of the table, and said to the original direction: “Just sit here and eat the strawberries. , The injury from the last time is still not healed, it’s all nonsense.”

Nan Xiaojin had a panoramic view of this scene. The huge TV screen in front of her was playing the channels she tuned at will, and the lively and festive music played inside could not ease the chill in her heart.

More than an hour later, Zhao Yi put all the dishes on the table and called Nan Xiaojin to eat.

Nan Xiaojin walked in and saw Zhao Yi sitting across from her, and the chair next to him was also pulled away, with a bowl of rice and chopsticks on it.

Nan Xiaojin sat down stiffly, not knowing what to say.

Fortunately, Zhao Yi doesn’t seem to care whether she speaks or not.

“This yam, you thought it was a little soft before, I adjusted the heat this time, it’s very crispy, you eat more.”

“You didn’t eat a few of the strawberries you just washed. Didn’t you clamor for it and let me buy it?”

“Today’s perch is also good. Do you remember when we were in high school, as soon as there was perch in the cafeteria, you asked me to grab it for you.” He couldn’t help laughing again when he said this, raising his hand as if he was giving it to the side. The man tossed his hair, “Be careful, the hair is all over your mouth.”

“Your hair has grown a lot lately, so I’ll take you out for a haircut tomorrow, okay?”

Nan Xiaojin couldn’t take it anymore, all the absurdity, fear, and pity were pulling her brain, and finally the mentality that was on the verge of collapse was completely broken.

“Enough!” She stood up and said, “This bowl of rice is full of bites. The chopsticks you put in place are still in place, can’t you see it at all?”

Zhao Yi not only did not wake up, but looked at Nan Xiaojin strangely: “What are you talking about? Ah Ci is about to finish eating.”

After he finished speaking, he sandwiched another piece of mutton with Chao Ci, and said to Chao Ci softly, “don’t pay attention to her, she is crazy.”

“Am I going crazy or are you going crazy?!” Nan Xiaojin asked.

“Chao Ci is already dead! He’s in your underground ice cellar! You nailed him into the ice coffin you bought yourself!”

After she finished speaking, she sat down as if she had lost her strength, and finally said softly and helplessly: “You at least… let Chaoci go to earth for safety first.”

Zhao Yi seemed to be even more inexplicable: “Of course I know that Aci’s body is still there – do you think I’m crazy?”

“That day, everyone thought that Aci was dead. But after a few days, Aci came back, but you couldn’t see it.” He smiled sweetly, “Now you can’t see him, wait for a while. , He can return to his body, and you can see it. If his body is cremated, Aci will not be able to return, so I have to protect his body well.”

Nan Xiaojin looked at him blankly: “…you’ve gone completely crazy.”

“Am I crazy? Maybe.” Zhao Yi chuckled, “But I can see Ah Ci, he is really sitting next to me, he talks to me, smiles at me, I can hug him, or kiss him… You just can’t see him.”

“If I’m really crazy,”

“If ‘normal’ ‘healthy’ it means never seeing him again,”

“Then keep me going crazy.”

Chaoci said, I’m sorry, I’m sick, but I don’t want to be cured.

Until today, he didn’t know what kind of feeling and what kind of despair it was.

…

Nan Xiaojin, who was given high hopes by the Zhao family, left there in despair that day.

None of them can stop Zhao Yi, because his behavior looks like a normal person, except that there is a “Chao Ci” beside him that no one can see.

Until one day, a blond man knocked on the door of the apartment.

No one knows what they said between them, only that the next day, Chao Ci’s body was pushed out and sent to the funeral home.

When Nan Xiaojin met Zhao Yi again, it was at Chaoci’s funeral.

This is an extremely special funeral, because the ashes of Chao Ci were not even buried, but placed in front of the tomb.

Buried in the tomb were only some of his personal items and clothing during his lifetime.

In the whispers of the people in Nanxiaojin, it was vaguely heard that this was because the ashes of Chao Ci were to be taken to Germany by the blond man.

It was only then that she remembered in a trance, that day in the narrow corridor of the lower cabin, someone had his wrists buckled, a knife was pressed against his neck, his red and white suit was stained with blood, but that person smiled at her as if nothing had happened: “In a few days You might meet a German whose Chinese name is Tan Lie, you tell him… forget it.”

She turned sharply and saw the blond man in the crowd.

He stood in front of the tomb, motionless, with bloodshot eyes floating in his emerald green eyes.

After a long time, she saw him crouching down, stroking the dark urn, and saying something with his lips parted.

He said, sorry.

Sorry…seems like everyone is saying this.

Nan Xiaojin stood in a daze, and she didn’t turn her head until there was a low voice of discussion from the crowd.

It is Zhao Yi.

He was wearing the exact same clothes as on his wedding day, wearing a ring that he didn’t have time to exchange that day.

There was no trace of sadness on his face, and there was even a slight smile in his eyes.

Zhao Yi walked over slowly, crouched down in front of the tombstone, and took out a small box from his suit. Inside the box was a ring of the same style as his hand.

He put the ring in front of the tomb, closed his eyes at last, and gently kissed on the photo of the speech embedded in the tombstone.

Nan Xiaojin felt that she should breathe a sigh of relief.

Because Zhao Yi finally woke up from madness, and finally accepted the fact that Chao Ci had died.

But her heart was constantly being pulled, and the pain made her almost lose her voice.

The crowd gave way again. Nan Xiaojin looked at it and found that it was a man in a white Tang suit.

She couldn’t tell the approximate age of this person for a while, and it seemed that he was only in his early thirties at most, but he was deterred by the high-ranking people who had accumulated over the years.

Nan Xiaojin had never seen Huo Yige, even though she had heard rumors about the person in power in the Huo family.

When Huo Yige came over, the expressions of Zhao Yi and Tan Lie, who had been silent at first, suddenly turned cold.

“How dare you come to his funeral?” Tan Lie stepped forward to block him.

“I’ll give him a bouquet of flowers.” He held up a handful of white daisies in his hand, “I’ll leave after I’m done.”

Huo Yige, who has always been high above, actually brought a little pleading to Tan Lie at this time.

Tan Lie stared at him for a long time, but finally got out of the way.

Tan Lie walked over slowly. In less than a month, he looked extremely haggard, and even his always upright body was a little hunched.

He put the daisy in his hand in front of Chaoci’s tomb, and when he stood up, he straightened his back subconsciously.

He had many, many things to say, but standing in front of Chao Ci’s tomb, he was speechless for a long time.

“Get out when you’re done.” Tan Lie said coldly from the side, and even stepped forward to drag him out.

Since Huo Yige took power in the Huo family at the age of twenty-two, no one has allowed him to fall into the slightest disadvantage. But now it seems a little embarrassed.

“Let me say one more word to Xiaoci.” He said to Tan Lie.

Tan Lie stared at him, noncommittal.

Huo Yige turned around, continued to look at Chao Ci, and said in a hoarse voice, “If there is a next life…”

“I’ll stay away from you, okay?” He had red eyes, a man in his forties, but his words were full of trembling, as if he was about to shed tears in the next second.

But his pitiful appearance didn’t get any mercy from Tan Lie, he still said coldly, “Go away.”

In the end, this man in a high position and invincible could only stagger away with red eyes and hunched shoulders.

When the funeral was over, Zhao Yi was still squatting beside the tombstone.

Nan Xiaojin didn’t leave either.

She stayed with the two of them until it got dark and dawn broke again.

When the morning light hit the tombstone, finally, Tan Lie moved.

He stepped forward, hugged Chao Ci’s urn, and said to himself, “I’ll take him away.”

Until then, Zhao Yi, who had not shown the slightest sadness all day and night, suddenly reddened his eyes, his lips were blue and white, and his legs seemed to be unable to support the weight of his body, or could not bear such mourning, and finally made his legs bend forward. Smashed **** the lawn.

Tan Lie heard the voice, and also heard Zhao Yi’s forbearance crying.

But he didn’t look back, holding the heavy urn and leaving with the sun behind his back.

Nan Xiaojin’s face suddenly filled with tears, and she was speechless in pain.

But she didn’t have any position to stop Tan Lie, or to comfort Zhao Yi, she could only leave here staggeringly.