Liu Zhi knew that Chen Anni liked Ding Jiajun more, and had always been silently waiting for the two of them. He had never thought about taking love away from her, but she was single. Since she had someone to love in her heart, and she was happy, why should she have to keep it as her own? .
Be single all your life, love her all your life, think about her, and travel all over the world.
Liu Zhi's romance is as beautiful and dreamy as his works.
The ultimate romance is the unanimous evaluation of his paintings by critics.
"How is Annie in Italy? Why are you coming back alone?"
"seven what are you talking about?"
Ding Jiajun forced a smile. He knew that Liu Zhi had always loved Chen Anni, and he had always been a winner. Unfortunately, the victory at the beginning was always difficult to maintain until the end.
In front of the winner, Ding Jiajun's smile was at the end of his strength.
"I won't allow you to make fun of dead Anne, even if it's crazy."
Dead Annie? How could it be the dead Anne?
Ding Jiajun felt severe pain in his chest. The red copper pipe in front of him seemed to burst suddenly, and what burst out was bright red blood, blood, blood.
Then, Ding Jiajun fainted.
When he woke up, he went through the discharge procedures quietly as if he had forgotten about it, so quiet that his parents thought nothing had happened to him, just simple fatigue.
"Slept well?"
Muchun asked again. He has already remembered who this person is. Isn't this person the customer he met in the flower shop?
It looked like a ghost, and suddenly disappeared into the night rain.
"Yes, good sleep."
"Then what's wrong?"
Ding Jiajun shook his head, "I want to ask if the hospital can issue a death certificate."
"death certificate?"
Muchun opened the drawer and didn't know what he was looking for in the drawer.
"Oh, yes."
"Are you talking about this thing?"
Muchun took a piece of printing paper and wrote four words on it with a black marker.
"Yes, that's what I want."
Muchun nodded and turned the paper in front of him again.
"Whose death certificate?"
"Ding Jiajun."
Chu Sisi heard it right. The name the patient mentioned was exactly himself.
Chu Sisi looked at Mu Chun, but Mu Chun didn't look at her or Ding Jiajun. He didn't look surprised at all.
"Is that how it's written?"
The three words Ding Jiajun and the four words were written on the paper together.
"Yes, that's right."
"Very well, finally, you need to tell me what the cause of death was."
"Car accident."
Ding Jiajun answered quickly, as if this was a fact known to everyone.
"Have you been to other departments?"
Ding Jiajun shook his head.
"You know what you're talking about, don't you?"
"Yes, I want my own death certificate. I went to the funeral shop and asked, but they couldn't tell me clearly. But obviously, if you want to proceed, you must have one."
"What do you need to proceed?"
"Shroud, hearse, burial, transportation of remains, farewell ceremony, longevity box, cemetery selection, funeral, cremation into box, ashes burial."
"Are you going to do this yourself?"
Mu Chun held her chin, looking completely relaxed as if she was discussing the activity plan with Ding Jiajun.
"Well, shouldn't I do it myself?"
"Generally speaking, dead people will not do these things for themselves because it is not convenient."
"I'm very convenient, there's nothing inconvenient about it."
A very faint smile flashed across Ding Jiajun's face, tugging at the skin at the corner of his mouth. That inch of skin looked like it hadn't been pulled upward by an upward force for a long time.
"This kind of thing requires professional guidance. How about I complete the process for you."
"No, I feel like I can do everything myself and I can do it well."
"Of course not, you still need help."
Muchun ignored Ding Jiajun and just put him aside while he listed a dozen items on a new piece of white paper.
Each entry only has a few simple words. After listing it from beginning to end, Muchun raised the white paper and slapped it on the table in front of Ding Jiajun.
"Look at it one by one, and I'll tell you that you definitely need my help."
Ding Jiajun reluctantly nodded.
"For example, you can complete this by yourself, and I will tick the boxes for you."
"The second rule is to be clean and clothed. How will you dress yourself if you are dead? Mark a cross."
Mu Chun also specifically pointed out that you definitely can't put on makeup by yourself, how can you put makeup on yourself.
"Yeah, I can't put makeup on myself, I'm already dead."
"Finally, you can come here and get it on Wednesday at ten o'clock in the morning. If it's later, you won't be able to get it."
"OK."
Ding Jiajun stood up politely and bowed stiffly to Muchun.
In Chu Sisi's opinion, this scene was a bit like farewelling a body.
Crazy, someone must be crazy this morning.
It's either her or Mu Chun.
When Liu Dandan ran up, he happened to bump into Ding Jiajun and recognized him at a glance.
"Isn't this the illustrator of 'Machine Boy'?"
Liu Dandan happily took Mu Chun's arm and swung it around.
"Hey, you don't know, right? This is a very, very cyberpunk science fiction book. How can I put it, it's a bit like the kind of movie books I used to go abroad. They are all paintings, but when you read them together, it feels like watching Just like a movie."
"Is that a comic?"
Chu Sisi asked.
"No, no, forget it, I can't describe it to you. I even asked him for an autograph at the science fiction conference last year. Oh my God, he even shook my hand when I signed the autograph. I didn't want to wash my hands for a week. I really wanted to Ask him how that kind of mechanical and humanoid design is so perfectly integrated. Cyberpunk is a very small niche here. You probably only know one movie, Cameron's, which is somewhat similar to this one. , it’s a pity that there is no news about the filming of Alita 3 yet. It is said that Cameron Studio intends to buy the movie rights. Oh my God, you don’t know this seven master."
"Did anything happen to him?"
Chu Sisi asked.
"Yes, it was originally going to be published in February next year, but in the spring, probably around the Qingming Festival, seven had a car accident and his girlfriend died on the spot. He seemed to have been hospitalized for a long time. Fans have been urging him for a long time, but seven's Weibo It has not been updated since that day, and fans couldn’t push it anymore. The publisher said last month that it would change the artist.”
"Change the painter? Hasn't he been discharged from the hospital and recovered?"
Muchun seemed to be very curious about this question. He turned his face and looked at Liu Dandan stupidly.
