Sister, you miss me

Seeing Hu Cuihua's mother and daughter coming out, Yang Feng said, "Sister Hu, are the procedures done?"

Hu Cuihua was expressionless and nodded.

In the branch hall, Zhao Ji stopped Hu Cuihua and asked, "Don't you hate me?"

Hu Cuihua glanced at Zhao Ji and brushed away.

"Sister-in-law." Zhao Ji stopped Hu Cuihua, "Can I attend Mr.'s funeral?"

"casual."

Hu Cuihua put down this sentence and left.

At the gate of the branch, Hu Cuihua said to Yang Feng: "Xiao Yang, thank you for coming, I mean I won't go home, and I will send it to the funeral home for cremation and burial."

"Okay, just arrange it like that."

"Our family are all women, and we don't understand anything, so please take your time."

"I do my best."

Yang Feng parted ways with Hu Cuihua's mother and daughter. He went to the municipal hospital and found the director Fang Jiuwen.

Fang Jiuwen sighed with a book in his hand.

"President Fang, what are you..."

"This book is very in-depth, but it's a pity a talented writer."

When Yang Feng glanced at it, the words "Death of Qin" were printed impressively on the cover by Zhao Gao.

"Are all the physical books published?"

"Don't you know? Well, I have become a loyal fan of him. I didn't fight until he died. Oh, it turns out that this great god also came to see me."

"President Fang, what is Dong Yongcheng's illness?"

"The sequelae of the car accident, congestion and blood pressure to the central nerve."

Speaking of this, Dean Fang blamed himself: "I should have said that the success rate of the operation was higher, so there might be a silver lining."

"How sure are you?"

"Less than 10%."

Yang Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "But the police forensic doctor said that the cause of death was a sudden cerebral hemorrhage."

"The forensic doctor did not have an autopsy, and it is understandable to come to such a preliminary conclusion. In fact, the symptoms are similar to cerebral hemorrhage. Strictly speaking, it should be called subarachnoid hemorrhage."

Yang Feng nodded: "President Fang, why are you trying to excuse Dong Yongcheng?"

"Maybe it's a kind of fan's love for idols, I always think he is not so unbearable!"

"Successful men looking for beautiful women, there is nothing wrong with this originally!"

Fang Jiuwen smiled: "I don't think it's a big deal to hear you say that.

"But," Yang Feng said, "As far as I know about Dong Yongcheng, he will not do this."

"why?"

"Because his once-annihilated conscience has been awakened, the prodigal son won't change his money!"

"Then what do you think of this matter?" Fang Jiu asked following Yang Feng's thoughts.

Yang Feng thought for a while and said, "Can we think that Dong Yongcheng knew that he was terminally ill, and his life was short-lived, and then cryptically revealed it to the website, then quarreled with his wife Hu Cuihua, moved out, and finally created such a deceitful illusion. "

The reason why Yang Feng infers this way is because he still has confidence in Dong Yongcheng. In fact, it can also be the possibility that netizens said. Dong Yongcheng knows that he is short of time, has a grumpy temper, and breaks the jar.

"Xiao Yang, if this is an illusion, why would Dong Yong do it?"

"Perhaps, to make the people he cares ignore his death."

Fang Jiuwen frowned, obviously still unable to understand.

...

Dong Yongcheng's memorial service was held in the city funeral home in the afternoon.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sky changed to cloudy, and then light rain began.

This should also be considered a spring rain, like cow hair like flower needles, but on this cold day, it really hurts like a needle stick when it is on the face.

Facing the north wind and drizzle, Liu Tianwang's "Ice Rain" echoed in Yang Feng's ears.

The cold icy rain patted wildly on his face.

Cold tears mixed with the cold rain.

Yang Feng did not shed tears, but the fans did not shed less.

There are website organizations, some spontaneously, and the fan club has nearly a hundred people, and Fang Jiuwen is among them.

Yang Feng met Director Liao, who had never met before. He spoke on behalf of the company and laid a wreath.

Then the fan representative spoke, the words were sincere and touching, Zhao Ji couldn't cry.

When Dong Yongcheng was cremated, Director Liao pulled Yang Feng aside: "Xiao Yang, I am more and more convinced that Dong has created an illusion for everyone. It turns out that he had prepared an e-mail long ago. I only received it after his death. , The email said that all rights and interests of the authors of this book are controlled by Yang Feng."

"I?"

Director Liao nodded: "Yes, this is legally binding. Although Dong Yongcheng is no longer there, the book he created is in his prime of life. There is still a long way to go, and her influence is far from over. ."

"You need someone to continue writing?"

"I'm already looking for it, but it's not an easy task."

"Well, how do you say?"

"An author with a reputation and strength disdains this, and we can't accept anyone who is not famous and capable."

"I have a suggestion."

"tell me the story."

"Why look among fans. If you want a loyal fan, you first love the book and the author. If you have enough experience and writing skills, then there will be no problem."

"Where can I find such a person?" Director Liao smiled helplessly.

"You can ask first, it won't work, I will think of a way."

"Okay." Director Liao raised his head, squinted his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Dong Yongcheng is already gone."

Yang Feng followed Director Liao's gaze, and a thick black smoke appeared from the chimney of the cremation furnace, and then quickly faded.

Director Liao is right, Dong Yongcheng has already turned into fly ash at this moment, and it can be said that both body and spirit are destroyed.

Hu Cuihua bought the cemetery and prepared a good coffin. He used Dong Yongcheng's clothes to form a "person" and scattered his ashes on the clothes.

In this way, a garment mound was created.

Covering the coffin, dropping the coffin, filling the soil, and erecting the monument, a set of procedures is down, and it is already five in the afternoon.

The rain basically stopped and people basically left.

In front of the tombstone, only Hu Cuihua's mother and daughter, Zhao Ji, Yang Feng and Fang Jiuwen were far away.

Hu Cuihua looked at Zhao Ji who was drenched and crumbling, and she felt a little bit unbearable: "Little girl, you are so intentional. It's worth noting Old Dong... You can be worthy of him, let's go, we have to get back."

"Sister-in-law, my husband won't let me talk, but I really can't help it."

When Zhao Ji spoke, she attracted the attention of several people.

"Sir, he is very ill. He said that he owes you a lot. He didn't want to make you sad again because of his death, so he made this bad move. From the beginning to the end, he didn't touch me at all."

Zhao Ji finished speaking, almost collapsed.

"What!" Hu Cuihua was shocked.

"Even he made up that post himself. I was only responsible for uploading it. He gave me 100,000 yuan, but I really didn't do it for money."

"Old Dong..." Hu Cuihua slowly squatted down while supporting the tombstone, and wept two lines of tears.

"Look, we really guessed it, and the plot has reversed." Fang Jiu asked.

"Dong Yongcheng finally didn't let me down." After that, Yang Feng walked to the tombstone and said to Hu Xiaolin, who was looking complicated, "Xiao Lin, this is the real Dong Yongcheng, he is qualified to be your stepfather."

"Are you Mr. Yang Feng?" Zhao Ji looked at Yang Feng and asked.

"how?"

"Mr. has a letter for me to forward it to you."

Yang Feng opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and saw it read: "Yang Feng, please allow me to call you brother. When you read this letter, I am no longer alive. Please allow me to be selfish and not say goodbye to you personally. .It was you who led me to a path that I never thought of. I paid, I gained, and I changed my destiny. The most important thing is that it changed the destiny of my wife and children. They no longer need food, clothing, shelter and transportation. Worry, I can live the life I want, I am satisfied. The last thing I want to do is to make them forget me completely, don’t shed even a single tear because of my leaving. Brother, as for your great kindness Germany, the old Dong has to report only by setting up a grass title ring in the next life."

Yang Feng squeezed the letter paper and looked at Dong Yongcheng who was smiling in the photo on the tombstone. There was a crackling sound in his ear, and his eyes slowly became wet.

Afterwards, Yang Feng informed Tiandi Chinese about the truth, and Director Liao issued a statement in the name of the company to rectify Dong Yongcheng's name and restore his image.

However, contrary to expectations, more people do not believe it, but think that this is a company hype.

However, the sales of "Dead Qin" are steadily increasing, especially the physical book, after all, readers think this is out of print.

In fact, readers are sometimes innocent. When the author is dead, his book may not be out of print. Publishers can have two or three editions or even several editions.

In the following days, Yang Feng would occasionally go to the base, but if he could not go, he would not go, because the father and daughter Nie Kang always looked at him with a calming eyes, and he couldn't bear it.

In the evening, Qin Xue sneaked over at every turn and made surprise attacks.

Yang Feng helplessly called her a Chinese Ghost Story.

Qin Xue smiled and said, "Is someone falling in love with your bed!"

As the holidays ended, the students returned to school one after another, and the slightly absurd days of the brothers and sisters also came to an end.

Jin Zishan came back and brought Korean ginseng, a specialty of his hometown.

Yang Feng replied with cologne perfume.

Park Jong-sung also came back, bringing home the specialty-Korean ginseng.

Yang Feng also returned to cologne.

In addition, Wang Datong, even though Yang Feng doesn't use perfume, he always carries the smell of cologne.

The new semester began, and Yang Feng received Nie Kangtian's notice to let him return to school.Yang Feng is now an organized person, so he obeyed the organization.

Yang Feng began to take classes honestly. Every big class, there are always girls of all kinds to help occupy positions, and Yang Feng often sits next to Qin Xue and Su Qinxin.

During this period, a small incident happened. One day, Hong Dandong called: "Brother, the boss of Metropark Hotel is looking for you."

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Didn't you say let him sell the hotel at a discount? He is begging you to accept it."

"I'm just an angry word, how can he take it seriously. Hey, it's not right, you said he begged me to accept it."

"Yes, let me call you and kneel down."

"Is it true that the business of Metropark Hotel has plummeted because of the terrorist attack, and the boss has no choice but to surrender?"

"I think so."

"How much does he want?"

"One discount, ten million Hong Kong dollars."

"Hey, he thinks too much of me, how can I have so much money?"

"I'm out, my brother, who is with whom!"

"That won't work, my brothers still settle accounts!"

"Then treat it as I lent it to you, and it will work."

"That's pretty much the same, I will fax it over with an IOU."

"Why, you just come here?"

"No more, Jiaojiao's plenipotentiary representative."

"This is a business of tens of millions!" Hong Dandong chuckled, "Awesome, admire."