See you later in Chapter 87

After returning home, Yin Hui just 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 sandalwood incense sticks and added them to the bottom of Old Zhaotou's spiritual tablet. Next to it, there was an embroidered with colorful threads.

The sachet lay there listlessly. However, Yin Hui vaguely remembered the note in the sachet, which she once mistakenly thought was a secret message from the boudoir: "Old man, I'm waiting for you on the Huangquan Road."

To be honest, he didn't understand what this sentence meant, but he could guess it by scratching his head.

Zhao Deshui gave a rough explanation before he died, saying that people can see some strange things when they are about to die. There was also a subtle change in the expression of old Zhao when everyone celebrated his 60th anniversary. Everything is connected together, Yin

Hui guessed that this mysterious mistress probably knew the date of her husband's death before she died.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, so he stopped thinking about it. Yin Hui stretched out, fell down on the sofa, picked up a bottle of beer, and took a few sips.

Although hanging out with the two girls at the amusement park day and night these past few days has made me feel much better, after all, it treats the symptoms rather than the root cause. The best healing medicine is time. So in a short period of time, Yin Hui doesn't want to do anything at all.

Maybe he can truly come out from the shadow of Lao Zhaotou.

"Yin Hui, why are you drinking again?" It was only eight o'clock in the morning. Tang Yan walked out of the bathroom and was about to dry her clothes. When she saw the beer in Yin Hui's hand, she couldn't help but frowned.

"Nothing, haha." Yin Hui raised the corners of his mouth, looked at Tang Yan sheepishly, and then put the remaining half can of dark beer back on the glass coffee table.

"The drinks are gone, so I got the beer." After saying that, he opened the refrigerator and tried to find something.

Of course, he didn't choose to drink because there was no drink, he just didn't want to drag others down because of himself.

"Well, I found it. Why didn't I find it just now? It seems that I have to remember to classify things next time. It's too messy like this." Yin Hui weighed the iced black tea in his hand and opened it.

Licking the bottle cap, he took a sip and smiled with satisfaction: "It seems that the drink is still delicious."

A smart woman will 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 of the room rang. It turned out to be Shen Feifei, a little loli who finally knew that the sun was shining on her buttocks. She was wearing pajamas that looked like a Christmas outfit, with two small pom-poms hanging on her hat, and a delicate

With her beautiful nose and plump mouth, she could easily turn into a cute monster at a glance. Putting on her slippers, Shen Feifei glared at Yin Hui with her hands on her hips, and then threw her hat at him: "Bah, a grown man spends all day doing this.

Have a drink, you have drank up all the drinks I bought in the past few days." After saying that, with bare feet, without saying a word, he reached out and took out a bottle from the refrigerator, and drank it in big gulps.

Reaching out to take the white nightcap, Yin Hui laughed dumbly. Did this little loli really regard this place as her home? She just said that she drank her drinks. Why didn't she say that she had given her half a month's snack rations?

Did you finish it all in one night?

The relationship between the three of them has been surprisingly good during this period, and can almost be described as inseparable. Yin Hui has also been worried about this. If two beautiful women live with him, it means that he is very beautiful, which is a good thing. But

After careful analysis, it is not like this. Not only did he not take any advantage, but he also worked as a part-time job for them (especially the younger one). In addition, neighbors secretly said that he had a bad style.

The rumors made Yin Hui cry out for injustice. It is estimated that if this continues, we will really become a negative example.

Gradually, the wounds left by Zhao Deshui in everyone's hearts were diluted by time, but the daily routine of mourning has become a habit.

Yes, life must go on, and work must also go on.

People always have to look forward.

Director Zhou of the funeral parlor is resigning. This is unexpected, but it is also expected. After all, such a big life case happened previously. Although it has nothing to do with Zhou Jian, since it is in the same parlor,

For a long time, it is certain that he will be implicated.

Director Zhou left, and at the gate shaded by stone lions and green pines, Yin Hui, Tang Yan and more than ten colleagues bid farewell in the pavilion.

Watching Director Zhou carrying a suitcase and turning back three times with a bit of reluctance, Yin Hui felt strange in his heart. Zhou Jian, in terms of character alone, cannot be said to be very good, but he cannot be classified either.

On the side of the bad guy. How should I put it? He thinks more about himself and less about others. He also likes to do small tricks and covet something. But for everyone, it is still interesting. Before Zhao Deshui died,

Curator Zhou showed his dedication and dedication, and he should also mean it.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Tang Yan and walked out of the crowd, preparing to see Director Zhou off before leaving. Director Zhou nodded slightly excitedly when he saw Yin Hui and Tang Yan.

Yin Hui stepped forward and helped him hold the box. Director Zhou didn't stop him and just sighed.

"Can it be said that people have premonitions before they die?" After taking a few steps, Director Zhou finally 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, Director Zhou smiled and explained: "At the end of last year, Master Zhao came to my house. For the first time, he and I had braised vegetables and got drunk. That day, he suddenly said

Can you find him a coffin of good quality? I asked him why, but he wouldn’t say."

"Now I think about it, it's probably because he wants to sleep comfortably after death! Haha." It can be heard that every sentence he says is bitter and true, and there is no need to fake it.

"Director, thank you." Yin Hui pursed her lips and said sincerely.

"What's the point? We have been together for so many years and we are all a family. Call me Zhou Jian. I am not a curator now." Curator Zhou smiled and waved his hand. When he was about to get in the car, he

He looked back at the funeral home for a long time, then patted Yin Hui on the shoulder: "The longer I stay here, the more I believe that death is a door! It does not mean the end of life, but passes through it.

Entering another stage. In fact, it is the door. As a gatekeeper, I, Zhou Jian, send many people through the door and say to them: Be careful on the road and send them away. I really feel that I am lucky! Okay, little one
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