In the dark TV room, the doctor was wearing glasses, holding the handle, and lying comfortably in the massage chair.

The background of the screen on the projection screen is a study room, with bookshelf on the left, and two desks and two computers on the right. Kong Yajie is sitting in front of one of the desks, holding a mouse and playing games.

The camera has not been closer, but at this angle and distance, you can still see the content on the computer screen clearly. The villain controlled by Kong Yajie is circled around in circles, like a headless fly, wandering around this corner of the map.

Kong Yajie in the picture only showed half of her side face, but she could feel her nervousness just by looking at her half face. Her body was unnaturally stiff, her eyes were fixed in her eye sockets, staring at the computer screen without focal length. Her head was wet, her hair was pressed against her forehead, soaked in sweat.

After a while, Kong Yajie moved her eyes.

She looked at the camera.

She quickly withdrew her gaze.

After a while, as if she could not bear it anymore, she suddenly turned her head and faced the camera, her eyes kept browsing, as if she was looking for something.

Her hand holding the mouse was trembling a little.

When the mouse hits the desktop, it probably makes a sound, but no sound comes from the video played.

Kong Yajie turned her head like a frightened person, slowly let go of her hand, and put down her mouse.

She took a few deep breaths, stood up against the desk, and walked towards the camera.

The camera then turned, raised slightly, and looked up at Kong Yajie's chin.

Kong Yajie spent dozens of minutes looking for it, but she didn't know what she was looking for, but she obviously got nothing.

She took a deep breath again, suddenly stretched out her hands, grabbed something, and pulled it hard.

Curtains are closed.

The background of the picture has turned black, but the reflection of other objects appears on this background color.

The reflection on the glass presents a round shape, and it looks like a football, with the surface divided into small pieces. It moves slightly, floating up like a balloon.

The reflection on the screen becomes clearer.

It was an eyeball. There were more than one pupil in the eyeball. Countless compound eyes occupied this eyeball. Each compound eye had different depths and should have different colors in the reflection.

The eyeballs fluttered horizontally, and the lens moved. It flew around the building half a circle, flew out of the glass window, and disappeared from the picture.

The lens continued to translate, entering the area of ​​the other window, and the reflection of the eyeball appeared again in the picture.

The background in the picture becomes a balcony and a living room. The balcony is not turned on, but the living room is still lit with a warm yellow light.

The man in pajamas was sitting on the sofa, playing with his cell phone.

The camera suddenly got closer, but it was impossible to capture the content on the phone screen.

The eyeball moved against the glass window, and the lens continued to adjust, and finally found a suitable angle.

The lens was closer again, but the screen of the phone was dark, obviously an anti-peeping film was attached.

The picture is frozen here.

The doctor took off his glasses and looked at the projection screen thoughtfully.

After a long time, he let out a faint sigh.

...

Tong Bin slept for more than ten hours this time. When he woke up, it was already afternoon and was still deeply involved in the headache and discomfort caused by a hangover.

He opened his eyes and was dazed for a long time before his consciousness was completely awake.

The ceiling in front of me was unfamiliar. However, Tong Bin remembered that he had seen this chandelier before he fell asleep.

When I turned my head, I saw the even more unfamiliar bay window, wardrobe, dressing table... The dressing table was empty, but the mirror was posted. Looking along the photo, you could see a notice board. There were more photos posted on it. The photos were arranged in a loving shape. Although Tong Bin could not see the contents of the photo, he inferred that the room should belong to a woman.

He immediately sat up from the bed and looked at the entire room again with some confusion.

Da, da, da...

The sound of footsteps came from outside.

Tong Bin subconsciously held his breath.

A figure appeared at the door of the room.

"Are you awake?" Sheng Yao opened the remarks, "How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Tong Bin opened his mouth, "Yes, okay...that...this room is..." He felt a little embarrassed, his cheeks were a little red. Did he sleep in Sister Sheng Yao's room?

"It's my room. You don't have to worry. I live alone for the time being. There is no one else at home." Sheng Yao said, "Do you want some water and something to eat? There are new toothbrushes and towels."

"Ah, oh..." Tong Bin was a little confused. He got off the bed and saw slippers beside the bed.

The slippers were a little hard, as if they were new. When they walked towards the door, Tong Bin looked at the photos again, but he didn't get close to them and looked carefully. He could only look at a rough look and knew that there was a woman with long hair in the photos.

He left the bedroom and came to the living room, and was shocked by the two wedding photos in the living room. The two wedding photos had the same content, except that one was an enlarged photo and the other was a cross-stitch photo.

The last time Tong Bin saw cross stitch was when he was studying. His mother was doing cross stitch while watching TV series, and she was both focused and pushed forward for ten years. While working on sweaters, her grandmother chatted with her neighbors’ mother-in-laws. The mother and daughter looked exactly the same.

The wedding photos are also very traditional. The woman is wearing a big Chinese red dress with a crown on her head, and sits side by side with Sheng Yao, who is wearing a crimson Chinese dress. The big character "四" is posted on the same red background.

The two people in the photo have some couples, but the curve of their smiles is exactly the same, and they all look like the kind of smiles in the example of a document photo.

Sheng Yao, who had made up, looked much older. His smile was stiff and stupid by the red color.

At this glance, it was dazzlingly red.

Although I cannot praise the owner of the photo for his aesthetics and taste, I am willing to hang two photos like this, and I think it is a very happy and sweet couple.

"Are you married?" Tong Bin asked in shock, with surprise and envy in his eyes looking at Sheng Yao.

Sheng Yao came out of the kitchen with a bowl, looked at the wedding photos, and smiled, "Yes."

A year after Bai Xiao's death, every time his parents came to the house, they looked at the photos at home, and showed a worried expression of wanting to speak but stopping. Sheng Yao put away the photos so that his parents could feel at ease.

Now the photos in the bedroom and the living room were all redecorated by him some time ago.

He also changed the sheets, quilt covers, cups and slippers at home, and made sure that all arrangements were consistent with those before Bai Xiao's death.

Tong Bin's gaze moved down and fell on Sheng Yao's left hand.

"I can eat millet porridge, and I can order takeout in the morning." Sheng Yao placed the bowl on the dining table.

"Oh, thank you." Tong Bin hurried into the bathroom.

Sheng Yao's gaze was withdrawn from the bathroom and looked at his left hand.

His left ring finger was empty and he was not wearing a wedding ring.

There are few young couples who don’t wear wedding rings like this. Tong Bin was surprised and not surprised.

Sheng Yao's expression was a little dazed.

He remembered what happened thirty-five years ago.

At that time, he was heartbroken, but he had to take on Bai Xiao's funeral. He was in a daze throughout the funeral process, only remembering that he had several conflicts with the funeral staff.

The staff at the funeral shop are not young, probably because they are used to separation from life and death. Some people interfere with the matter and directly gave a single tomb tomb and erected a single tomb. Sheng Yao naturally got angry and changed the double tomb tomb again, and strongly demanded that his name be left on the tombstone. He waited for him a hundred years later and buried him next to Bai Xiao, and refilled the red name into black like Bai Xiao.

Sheng Yao still remembered the eyes of the employee. The expression seemed to be saying that sooner or later he would marry and have children and forget Bai Xiao. The current dispute is just a waste of effort.

It's not just the strange funeral shop employee who thought so.

The parents-in-law also disagreed with his approach. Although his parents didn't say anything, they were obviously relieved after they spoke.

Everyone felt that he was too sad at that time, so he would just go his own way. He was still so young and his life was so long. He would meet new people, have another relationship, marry another, have a family again, and be buried with his future wife.

Those careful persuasion and severe reprimand were defeated by his silent and uncooperative actions.

Everyone is waiting for him to wake up and face "reality".

He gradually became "sober" - he had parents to support, and his parents-in-law also needed him to take care of him. Bai Xiao's last words when he died were to ask him to take care of his parents. He could not let the four old men continue to worry about him after losing Bai Xiao, nor could they let Bai Xiao down.

He silently collected Bai Xiao's ashes, put Bai Xiao's wedding ring on the ashes, took off the wedding ring on his hand, placed it in an adjacent empty tomb, and asked the cemetery staff to seal the tomb together.

At that moment, although both his parents and in-laws were crying, he saw the look of relief on their faces.

Sheng Yao looked at his empty left hand in vain.

Hurry!

A sound came from the bathroom.

The door was opened.

Sheng Yao came to his senses and saw Tong Bin with an apology.

"Sorry. I was so troubled by you last night." Tong Bin said, "I didn't vomit, did I? Didn't you dirty your house?"

Tong Bin seemed to have recovered from some state, remembering the basic etiquette of dealing with people and life.

"No. You can eat something. Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's much better, it's much better." Tong Bin said immediately, as well-behaved as a primary school student who had just entered school, sitting at the dining table.

"You don't have to mind. You're quite quiet after getting drunk." Sheng Yao said, smiling and staring at Tong Bin's expression, "You also said that I hope Kong Yajie is fine."

Tong Bin stopped his hand, "I... am I?" His expression became complicated.

"Well. You were drunk at that time and asked me if Kong Yajie would divorce, but in the end, he said that he still hoped she would be fine." Sheng Yao said truthfully.
To be continued...