There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

The voice on the phone was crying and extremely desolate. Lu Zhiqiao heard his scalp numb, and immediately realized who "she" was, and couldn't help taking a breath.

The chairman, the woman she once admired so much, has she gone?

She and the chairman are not familiar with each other, nor do they have much feelings. These years, the other party has been so simple and can hardly see the shadow. In her memory, it is getting weaker and farther and farther away. But it was such a person who had no sense of existence, and suddenly left one day, she realized that there was a feeling of love hidden in her heart, and then gave birth to a strong sense of tragic and heroic.

Listening to Shu Minxi's trembling and choking voice, she began to feel sad, regretful, and regretful, as if it was not a person but an era that has passed away.

In a flash, it has been for many years.

"When did this happen?"

"Half an hour ago, the brain died." There was sobbing and paused, "I'm in the hospital now, and I have already contacted the funeral home."

Lu Zhiqiao twitched her heart, her eyes were a little wet. She was allergic to the word "death", and she encountered it again many years later. Being close to her, the fear and sadness are still fresh in her memory. She held her mobile phone and pondered for a while, and said, "I'm here at the company, don't worry."

"Wait later to get off work, can you come to my house?"

"Good." She agreed without hesitation.

After a long silence, the phone was silently hung up.

Lu Zhiqiao stared at the phone document interface and sighed. Two days ago, Shu Minxi returned to the company, and she seemed to be in good spirits. She thought she could be liberated, but she was caught off guard to be promoted. Within two days, this person left again, and today she got the bad news.

Many things piled on top of each other, piled up like a mountain, making people unresponsive.

Another call came in.

Are subordinates.

The company's personnel changed slightly in the first two days, and the overall company ushered in a promotion. After she became the vice president, Sun Jian, the former sales manager, took over as the director and managed the three departments of sales, marketing, and public relations. In the past two days, she and Sun Jian have been handing over, everything is in a turbulent situation, and the time they have been "stolen" is used to move the office.

Lu Zhiqiao answered the phone and talked for three to five minutes. He couldn't explain a few words clearly, so he went on.

She hung up, looked at the edited document, and decided to put it away temporarily. Because in addition to sending it to Qi Yan, he had to explain it face-to-face. I was afraid that something went wrong, so I just waited for these two days to talk about it.

By the time Lu Zhiqiao returned to the office, it was six ten ten.

There was a heavy downpour outside, and big raindrops slammed on the windowpanes with the wind. The sky was gloomy and dim. The crowded vehicles on the road were blocked by long dragons, and the red and yellow taillights converged.

God is crying too.

Lu Zhiqiao called his daughter and said that he would not go back to eat. The child was smiling happily on the phone. There was Qi Yan's voice beside him, and he answered vaguely and couldn't wait to hang up first. She looked at the hazy rain and mist outside the window, sighed, turned around and packed up and left.

...

The road was a bit congested. Lu Zhiqiao drove for an hour before arriving at the community. As Shu Minxi greeted her in advance, the security let her go.

The gate of the yard was open, and the lights were on in every room on every floor in the house. Lu Zhiqiao parked the car in the yard, closed the gate, and entered the house. When the servant opened the door, when she saw that she was a little bit hesitant, he looked upstairs and sighed.

Lu Zhiqiao knew it well, went upstairs and knocked on the door, gently pushing away.

The room was dimly lit and only a dim wall lamp was turned on. Shu Minxi sat alone on the window sill, bending her knees to support her arms, the other leg straightened, her back leaning on the cushion, and she stared out of the window in a daze.

"Sister Minxi." Lu Zhiqiao called to her and walked over slowly.

The man turned his head when he heard the sound, his pale face showed fatigue, his hair was a bit messy, and his clothes were crumpled, as if he was a few years old all of a sudden. She looked at Lu Zhiqiao, her lips moved slightly: "You are here."

She cried, her eyes and nose were red, and she looked haggard.

Lu Zhiqiao sat next to her, trying to hold her hand, but felt something was wrong, so he grabbed her wrist. Many comforting words rushed to his mouth, unable to say it for a while, holding her hand, and finally holding her hand.

A flash of lightning flashed through, and thunderstorms sounded in the sky, and the rain became heavier.

The two of them sat quietly, and no one spoke. What I know is that my best friend has passed away. I don't know, I thought it was parting from my love life-the so-called strong feelings are nothing more than that. Lu Zhiqiao became more and more confused.

Sorrow is contagious, and she just sits down for a few minutes, and her heart becomes uncomfortable. Lightning, muffled thunder, and crackling rain outside the window knocked on her emotions in the calm atmosphere at this moment.

"It has been sent to the funeral home." Shu Minxi said dumbly.

"Cremation tomorrow morning."

Funeral home, farewell, cremation. These words exploded in Lu Zhiqiao's mind like bombs, and instantly evoked her memories. She was no stranger to that place. "So fast? No need to... issue an obituary in the company?"

"She wants to go quietly."

"Does Sa Ji know?"

Shu Minxi was startled, her face sinking: "I didn't notify her."

The three people intertwined and formed a huge mystery. Lu Zhiqiao was aroused by gossip. She often felt that she must have been in the company because of fate and destined, otherwise how could it happen that everyone she met was the same as herself. But obviously, now is not the time to gossip.

"Tomorrow morning..." She looked at Su Minxi with inquiring eyes, "I will go too."

Shu Minxi turned her head, a trace of surprise flashed in her chaotic black eyes, and she nodded for a moment: "Yes. Actually, there are not many people, just me, you, her brother, and a few girls she sponsored."

Lu Zhiqiao hummed softly and lowered his eyelids.

Earlier I heard that the chairman had no father and no mother, and came to Jiangcheng to work hard by himself, but he did not expect to have a younger brother. At the same age, they are only left with their only relatives, very similar.

Thinking of the last time she visited, the old house full of scented candles and plastic flowers, she didn't know that it was the last side.

"Then you can stay with me tonight. You can pick any guest rooms and have everything and clothes. I will ask the driver to pick up Niuniu and take her to school tomorrow morning. Let's go to the funeral home." Shu Minxi said flatly, stopped coughing a few times, and sucked. I sniffed.

Lu Zhiqiao smiled. Seeing that there was water on the table, he got up and poured a glass for her. He shook his head and said, "No, Niuniu will be taken care of."

"Um?"

"... the right neighbor."

Shu Minxi pondered for a moment and asked, "Is it the daughter of Mr. Qi's family?"

Lu Zhiqiao was taken aback for a moment, not used to this unfamiliar name, and said in surprise: "How do you know?"

"Mr Qi lives in our community, a little closer to the door. He went to his house to see his daughter a year ago. Then you were in a meeting and she was waiting outside. I met her and talked a few words."

"Talk about...what?" Lu Zhiqiao became nervous when he did.

Shu Minxi said indifferently: "It's okay, just a few words, just say that you live at your door and ask if my company often works overtime." She said, her eyes were a little erratic and absent-minded, and she didn't seem to want to continue talking about this topic.

Lu Zhiqiao didn't ask any more, and suppressed her emotions. She took out her mobile phone and called her daughter again.

The daughter said that she had eaten at Teacher Qi's house and was now doing her homework. She complained to her that the old-age machine was not working after a few hurried words, and pleaded pitifully. She was unmoved and hung up the phone mercilessly.

"You haven't eaten yet." Su Minxi straightened her legs and came down from the window sill. "Eat together."

Lu Zhiqiao got up: "Okay."

The farewell ceremony was held at nine o'clock in the morning. Lu Zhiqiao got up early in the morning and called his daughter. When the child over there had just got up, his voice was muddy, and suddenly he heard Qi Yan's voice.

She felt sour in her heart, confessed a few words to the child, and hung up the phone in a hurry.

After a while, Shu Minxi also got up. She didn't sleep well last night and almost had a nightmare all night long. She looked haggard and tired now. The two of them washed up and went downstairs to have breakfast together. She ate very little and was full without moving much. Lu Zhiqiao was not in the mood to eat either, so she hurriedly cleaned up and set off.

The funeral home is located in the western suburbs, which is the opposite direction to Ninghu, and you have to drive across the entire river city.

The car drove smoothly all the way, and the two men sat in the back row side by side in black. Shu Minxi held a photo frame in her arms and buckled her back. She couldn't see the content of the photo. She cried silently from the moment she got into the car, and gradually turned into sobbing that she couldn't restrain herself. The pity and desolation atmosphere diffused in the car.

Lu Zhiqiao never knew that he had such a strong empathy ability. Hearing the suppressed sobbing of the people around him, he felt sad, and his eyes were sore.

She put a hand on Shu Minxi's shoulder.

The person who was immersed in grief did not respond, his eyes were dull and looked forward, fingers stubbornly grabbed the photo frame in his arms, and momentarily, the photo frame turned over, revealing the front photo.

It is a group photo of two women.

Lu Zhiqiao glanced casually, only to recognize that one of them was Chairman Gu Shuning, and the other was very strange. But they are all beautiful, amazingly beautiful, no one can tell who is better.

Before she could see clearly, Shu Minxi shook her hands and covered the photo frame, covering the faces of the two women tightly.

At nine o'clock, arrived at the funeral home.

It rained only yesterday, and it was sunny today. The early summer morning sun enveloped the funeral home, but the golden light symbolizing new life did not dispel the solemn atmosphere here. In the corners where the sun is not visible, in the shadows, all are bleak and desolate.

Shu Minxi was already crying and trembling. Her feet were soft and it was difficult to walk. Lu Zhiqiao helped her get out of the car and stood for a while, but didn't want to see an acquaintance come by.

"Zi Long?"

The eyes are facing each other.

The man's tall body seemed to have collapsed a lot, his face with a gentle smile was covered with a thick shadow, and he was old for a moment. He looked at Lu Zhiqiao with no surprise in his eyes. Maybe it was emotionally indifferent, or maybe it was something else.

Lu Zhiqiao asked puzzledly: "Why are you here?"

This place, unless the staff, other people most wish not to come once in their lives.

Wen Zilong twisted his eyebrows, his eyes flushed, and he whispered: "Gu Shuning is my sister..." Lu Zhiqiao paled as soon as his words fell. Then he glanced at Shu Minxi, who was crying into tears, and his lips moved: "My girlfriend."

In fact, there is no difference, he already regards her as his own sister. She is the sister.

Lu Zhiqiao froze in place, her lips slightly open, and a lot of information poured into her brain, disturbing her thoughts. Before she could sort it out carefully, she heard Wen Zilong say: "The staff said that we haven't finished the makeup yet. Let's go in first. The interior is already arranged."

After speaking, he took Shu Minxi from Lu Zhiqiao and helped him walk in.

In municipal funeral homes, several farewell ceremonies are held every day, dozens of remains are cremated, and the farewell hall is reused. Because he didn't want to be disturbed, and he obeyed his sister's last wish to be cremated immediately, Wen Zilong didn't set a large-scale farewell ceremony, only held a small memorial service, and took a last look.

He brought the plastic poppies from Gu Shuning's house and replaced the white chrysanthemums arranged by the staff.

The farewell hall is red and gorgeous, except that the Lingtai curtain is white, with two large photo frames standing close to each other. The woman in the black and white photo is Gu Shuning, the other...

Lu Zhiqiao stared at the unfamiliar photo, and felt that the woman's eyes were very similar to Qi Yan, long and narrow, and half full of autumn water. Although her voice and smile were frozen, she was very seductive.

Is Gu Shuning's girlfriend?

died?

"Can you go in and see? I want to put this flower in her hand..." Su Minxi's trembling voice came from her ear.

The enchanter came here at some point. She was wearing a white coat, mask and gloves, with her hair curled up high, her cold eyes revealed a little solemnity, and she shook her head when she heard the sound, "Sorry, the dressing room does not allow family members to go in," I can put the flowers for you."

"I beg you……"

"Really can not."

Lu Zhiqiao stared for a while, and the phone in her pocket vibrated. She took it out to see that it was Qi Yan's call, and walked out hurriedly.

"Hey?"

There was the voice of Qi Yan giving a lecture.

Lu Zhiqiao was taken aback, and after listening in silence for a while, the phone was hung up. Then she received a text message: I accidentally pressed it, it's okay.

"..."

She stared at the words in a daze, her heart surged with frustration, put her phone away, and turned back to the hall.

The people who attended the memorial service came one after another. As Shu Minxi said, very few, including them, less than fifteen people, except Wen Zilong, all women, the youngest looking in their early twenties, everyone They were all dressed in black and white gauze with solemn faces.

The memorial service was not long, no one was crying, only the depressed sobbing one after another.

Gu Shuning, who had put on makeup, lay in the coffin, his face ruddy and vivid, and his expression peaceful, as if he was asleep. She held a bunch of plastic poppies in her hand, and she wore a thin flashing diamond ring on her ring finger.

Shu Minxi lay on the side of the coffin, crying so badly.

This was the last glance, and soon after entering the cremation furnace, the past will be turned into a handful of ashes, and there will be no Gu Shuning in the world.

"Sister Ningning, go find her, I've been waiting for you for 15 years..."

"Don't be so bitter in your next life."

Her mouth was chattering and vague.

Lu Zhiqiao stood on one side, wiping tears incessantly while pinching the paper ball, biting his lip so that he wouldn't make any noise.

Originally it was only a pity and sigh, but when she heard Shu Minxi's mouth, she seemed to understand something vaguely, and then looking at the photo of the strange woman on the spiritual stage, she suddenly thought of Qi Yan. The farthest distance is life and death. They have experienced it while rubbing them, leaving a fluke. If today is changed to any one of her and Qi Yan...

Who knows when the accident will happen?

Fifteen years of separation between life and death, it is hard to endure just imagine.

Tears rustled down and flowed fiercely.

I don’t know if I’m crying for the dead, or I’m afraid of the dangers I experienced in the past, or I’m worried about everything that might happen in the future.

She was always trapped in the shadow of the past and couldn't get out, and she was always worried about many things that might happen, but she didn't take the present into her eyes. She ignored that the choices she made now can affect the future. The more pessimistic she is, the easier it is for her to move towards tragedy, and finally her assumptions come true.

When one day she was old and about to die, she thought about replaying her whole life, but she was empty and there was nothing.

And now, she has a daughter, Qi Yan, and friends. There is family, friendship, and love.

They are all very precious things.

...

After the memorial service, the staff pushed the coffin to the cremation room, but the family stopped.

The ring could not be burned, it was taken down and handed over to Wen Zilong. When he got the ashes, he buried the ring in the urn. Since it was his sister, he should take it home.

Coming out of the funeral home, the sun was high above his head.

Xu was tired from crying, and Shu Minxi's eyes were red and swollen. Lu Zhiqiao helped her get into the car, stood by the door hesitating for a while, and turned to look at Wen Zilong-the man holding the urn, saying goodbye to the other people who came to express their condolences.

She had many things to ask, but she held back.

"Knowing Joe."

"?"

Lu Zhiqiao was about to get into the car and was called to a halt.

Wen Zilong wrinkled his face and walked over, glanced into the car, and said dumbly: "Sister Minxi, please take care of it first. I'll go back to put things and look for you right away."

"Okay, it's okay."

The man wanted to say something, hesitated for a while, frowned, shook his head, bowed to her apologetically, and turned to his car.

Lu Zhiqiao sighed, got in the car and closed the door.

Back at Ninghu, the family servant had already prepared lunch, but Shu Minxi didn't even look at it. She went straight upstairs and collapsed on the bed.

Knowing that she couldn't eat it, Lu Zhiqiao didn't persuade him, so he went downstairs to eat first. She asked the servant to warm up the food and sat with her bag in the living room on the third floor, facing the door of the master bedroom, guarding.

The man fell on the bed motionless.

After a while, Lu Zhiqiao touched in lightly and saw that the person was asleep, breathing long and steady, but his eyebrows were twisted.

She returned to the living room.

I sent a WeChat message to the assistant, not going to the company this afternoon.

Just sitting and guarding, she almost fell asleep after an unknown period of time, fighting with her upper and lower eyelids, but was startled by the vibration of the mobile phone and opened her eyes in a daze.

"Hey?"

"Niu Niu was fighting with her classmates at school, can you come over now?" Qi Yan's deliberately pressed voice came from the receiver.

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