Volume 2 Cold Dew Chapter 77 Report
The sound of marbles hitting the ground came from the ceiling.
Nan Kongkong sat up from the bed.
White floor slabs.
White wall.
White quilt.
Where is this?
She stretched out her hands from the quilt and saw her hands. They were not her hands. They were very thin, as if there was only a layer of skin, covered with holes of various sizes.
When the quilt was suddenly pulled back, her body, like her hands, had turned into a bumpy skin, barely maintaining a human shape.
The door of the room suddenly opened a little, and a pale yellow light fell in.
She looked around, got off the bed in a daze, walked out the door, and saw a person in the white fog.
Her ex-boyfriend.
She is honest and simple, and what she says is what she means.
Don't want her anymore.
"You will dream about it. " Jiang You's voice sounded in my ears.
It turned out to be a dream.
She heard a rustling sound coming from behind her. She turned around and saw black branches growing on the white wall, growing and spreading, gradually approaching her.
Her body was dissolving.
She began to run forward, sharp branches piercing her body, and she stretched out her hand, trying to get closer to him.
She was engulfed.
The cell phone rang and Jiang You opened his eyes.
It’s Shanshan.
Connected.
With a choked voice: "Xiao Nan, Xiao Nan, she left last night."
Looking out the window, the sky is very cloudy.
"I'll be here in a minute."
After comforting Shanshan a few more words, Jiang You hung up the phone.
He looked at the time, it was eight o'clock in the morning. He pulled up the quilt and slept for more than half an hour. Then he struggled to get up, crawled out of Wenhua Street, and took a taxi to Tangjiang City Cancer Hospital.
Nan Kongkong's body has been sent to the morgue.
Zheng Ying's expression was wooden, and there was a desperate persistence in his eyes.
She would take her daughter home.
Jiang You and Shan Shan accompanied Zheng Ying to complete the remaining formalities and sign the agreement. After Zheng Ying followed the funeral home's car to leave the hospital, Jiang You let out a long breath, "Although I was mentally prepared, I didn't expect it to happen so soon. I thought she could survive Christmas."
Raindrops slid across the window.
"When she passed away, her expression was very peaceful and she didn't suffer too much."
"You have worked hard during this period."
Shan Shan sighed, "Teacher Wu Ya will come over tomorrow. I, I suddenly feel a little..." She glanced at Jiang You, "Let's meet at the Starbucks on the first floor of the mall, the same one where I took you to buy Lego toys last time, tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon."
"Then I'll go over."
"I won't go. I want to travel."
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know. I want to go to an island, lie on the beach, look at the sea, and completely relax." Shanshan checked the time, "I have to go to work."
"Do you have an extra umbrella? It's raining a bit heavily outside."
"I'll give it to you," she paused, "thank you for coming."
"I wasn't able to help."
Jiang You walked out of the hospital holding Shanshan's blue floral umbrella. After walking along the sidewalk for more than ten minutes, he turned into the mall and packed two servings of boat porridge and three other dishes from the Hong Kong-style tea restaurant where he had eaten last time. Then he took a taxi to Tang Butian's residence.
Tang Butian lives in an upscale residential complex near Tangjiang University. Last time, the security guards didn't stop him when he came in with Tang Butian. This time, as soon as Jiang You walked past the window of the security room, a different security guard came out. He looked at Jiang You's outfit and the takeaway in his hand, "Which building, what time?"
"Building 27, 1601."
The security guard took out the pager and pressed it a few times before asking, "Miss Tang, did you order takeout?"
"No." A cold voice came out.
"I'm her friend. Tell her that Jiang You came to see her."
The security guard looked at Jiang You suspiciously and said, "He said his name is Jiang You."
"Let him in."
The security guard put down the pager and explained to Jiang You: "There are many people ordering takeout now, and our regulations here..."
"I know. I do look like a delivery man."
I walked into the residential complex, found Building 27, and took the elevator to the 16th floor. Just as I reached out to knock on the door, it opened and Tang Butian stood at the door in her light brown home clothes.
Her hair was tied up casually and her face was still pale.
Jiang You gathered the bag in his hand and asked, "Have you eaten?"
Tang Butian moved aside and Jiang You walked in.
"Just now at the gate of the community, the security guard mistook me for a food delivery man. Your property management here is really good."
"fine."
Jiang You took out the food boxes one by one from the plastic bag and placed them on the dining table.
Crispy pigeon, goose meat, steamed spareribs.
"Nan Kongkong passed away. I just came from the cancer hospital."
"What did you do?"
"I took her out for a walk yesterday and we talked. I will go see Wu Ya at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon." He placed a bowl of boat porridge in front of Tang Bu Tian and opened the lid. "It's still hot. It's raining outside today. I'm freezing."
He sat down and opened the lid of another bowl of boat porridge. "I haven't had breakfast yet. How are you?"
"The bleeding has stopped."
"Sword cultivators have great physical fitness. If I were stabbed, I would probably have to lie down for half a month before I could stand up," Jiang You took a sip of porridge, and the hot porridge went into his stomach, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "This kind of weather is suitable for staying in bed, eating some snacks, watching a movie, or listening to music and reading novels."
"I'll take the Level 4 exam tomorrow."
"You are already in this state, do you still want to take the exam?"
"Um."
"Nowadays, people love to label people, such as the label of scumbag. Maybe a man just behaves a little bit scumbag, but once he is labeled, all the signifiers of the word will be projected onto him and magnified. Then the original small quarrels and small disagreements will escalate to inexplicable places and become hatred, which will give people an opportunity to take advantage of them."
"What's the meaning?"
" Basic concepts of linguistics. I'm showing off my knowledge." Jiang You picked up a piece of pigeon and took a bite. "The skin is soft, but the taste is okay. Try it."
"Do you sympathize with Nan Kongkong ?" Tang Butian asked.
"Not really. I just came here to report my work. Are you satisfied?"
Tang Butian drank his porridge and asked, "What actions will they take?"
"We won't know until tomorrow. To be honest, I've been feeling a bit socially anxious lately."
Tang Butian looked up at him.
"I just don't want to talk to anyone. I just want to stay at home quietly and grow some fat. No, lots of meat. What time will your exam end tomorrow?"
"Twenty-five past eleven."
"Then come with me."
"Me too?"
"Yeah, you want to learn, right? I'll give you a chance. Come watch. This one tastes pretty good. We can eat in the restaurant tomorrow night, or go to another one. I also want to buy something else."
"good."
