Mr.Qiao, love me, are you afraid?

Su Jinse arrived at Qiao's house at ten o'clock the next morning.

Before entering Qiao's door, she was filled with emotion.

After she came here with Suma to take her luggage a year ago, she didn't expect to come back here one day.

The Qiao family has not changed much from the past, it is still the same as before.

To Su Jinse's surprise, she said it was a farewell ceremony, but there was no car at Qiao's door.

Was she invited alone?

Ding Fugui greets Su Jinse at the door. Su Jinse wears a black chiffon skirt and a black coat, which is solemn and decent.

She took off her coat and handed it to Ding Fugui: "just me?"

"Yes, you know Mr. Joe has a strange temper. He doesn't invite so many people."

Su Jin se is stepping into the gate of the foot and stopped, looking back at Ding Fugui: "he is not dead?"

"Well." Ding Fugui knew that he had lost his words: "I've been with Mr. Qiao for so long. I know more or less."

"Oh." Su Jinse nodded: "where is the spirit hall? I'll go to the incense

"There is no mourning hall."

"What's the farewell?"

"Mr. Joe's body is in his room." Ding Fugui pointed upstairs.

"Not at the funeral home?" Su Jinse asked in surprise.

"You know, Mr. Joe, he's always on his own."

"These." Su Jinse looked at him: "is it all his dream to you?"

"Ah." Ding Fugui smiles awkwardly, sweating.

Today is Ding Fugui's second contact with Su Jinse after she returned to Beicheng. He only thinks Su Jinse's eyes are much sharper than before.

He led Su Jinse upstairs and stopped at the door of Qiao Yi's room, pointing to the door: "Mr. Qiao is in it."

"Thank you." Su Jinse and Ding Fugui nod and push Qiao Yi's door open.

His room is the same as it was a year ago, still cold and windy, black and white and gray.

The room is very tidy. There is a bottle of flowers on the tea table in front of the sofa. The flowers are roses picked from the garden downstairs.

Su Jinse closed the door, went in and looked into the bedroom.

There was a man on the bed, covered from head to foot with a white sheet, standing still.

She brought a bunch of Strelitzia Regina, also known as the bird of paradise. The orange stamens are very similar to the head of a bird, with a very strange shape.

When Su Jinse passed the florist, he thought this kind of flower was especially suitable for Qiao Yi.

She stood at the door of her bedroom for a moment, then walked in.

She put the bird of paradise on the bed and looked at the people under the sheets.

It seems that her height and figure are almost the same as Qiao Yi's, and you can see the outline of her facial features when you cover her face with a thin sheet.

She watched it like this for a long time.

In fact, Qiao Yi sits behind the computer in the study, watching Su Jinse's movements.

Of course, the man under the sheet is not him, just an inflatable doll.

He asked Ding Fugui to find a plastic doll. He didn't know where to find a male version of the inflatable doll.

He installed cameras at the head of the bed and in the corner of the room to see Su Jinse's face from various angles.

But there is no expression at the moment.

Since she stepped into Qiao's house, she had no expression of sadness on her face. She was calm and quiet, like a guest to Qiao's house.

Qiao Yi lit a cigarette and let it burn at his fingertips. The smoke shrouded the whole room and floated in front of his eyes, blurring his vision.

Su Jinse is not sad at all

You can't be so calm when you know someone is dead.

When he thought Su Jinse died, was he so calm?

He forgot.

The cigarette burned to the butt and nearly burned his fingers.

He throws the cigarette end into the ashtray and looks at the computer screen. Su Jinse holds the edge of the sheet as if to lift it.

Qiao Yi holds the lighter and stares at the screen. She stops and doesn't lift it. She taps the doll on the shoulder and turns around after saying something.

Qiao Yi forgets that the surveillance camera can't listen. He can't hear what Su Jinse said.

Su Jinse went to the door, took out a handkerchief from her bag and wiped her eyes symbolically. Even Ding Fugui could see that her eyes were dry.

Ding Fugui had been standing in the corridor, and Su Jinse had been alone for half a day.

Ding Fugui has no other idea. He just thinks Su Jinse is so brave.

"Assistant Ding." Su said.

Ding Fugui hastened to meet him: "President Su has come out?"

"Well, there's something else. I'll leave first. I'll let you know when the funeral will be. Let's burn it earlier. It's a little smelly." Su Jinse covered her eyes and nose with a handkerchief, as if Qiao Yi really smelled. She sighed: "representative Xi is very sad. Don't let her see this scene."

Su Jinse walks past Ding Fugui. He looks at Su Jinse's back blankly. He hasn't moved for a long time.