658: Chapter 71: Flickering Before the Spirit 658: Chapter 71: Flickering Before the Spirit If it was such an accident, then it surely would have been reported in the news.
Whether on TV or in the newspapers.
The tombstone in the cemetery has the clear date and time of death, which is a good reference time for Da Zhe.
At the Oxygen Sheep Internet Café, Da Zhe was sitting in one of the single seats, searching for the information he wanted.
“Sir, your green tea.”
The waitress, a young girl, quietly observed the man with a scarf after delivering a bottle of green tea, feeling that he was pletely different from the young folks who came here to play games.
“Is there something else?” Da Zhe noticed the waitress hadn’t left and curiously asked.
“No…
nothing.” The young waitress could only shake her head and walk away.
Hmm…
unable to resist this type of young but very mature, magnetic-voiced man…
Da Zhe found it rather strange that the young girl, even after leaving, would occasionally peek at him from afar—could it be that his identity as the Black Soul Envoy had been discovered?
But it shouldn’t be, right?
At least according to what No.
18 said, only humans with transcendent power can notice the peculiar traits of a Black Soul Envoy, and this café waitress seemed just like an ordinary girl.
Perhaps it was an illusion?
Da Zhe shook his head and began browsing the information he was looking for.
Searching from—father’s car accident, child suffocated to death.
The time was three years ago, and Da Zhe opened the web pages one by one, trying to reconstruct the accident from three years ago based on all the recorded information on these web pages.
“On the Friday night three years ago, a man named Zhu was driving home with his three-year-old son after having dinner at his parents’ house…”
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“Yeah, on the road… Jihua Road.
Xiaoxing?
Still awake, just fell asleep after eating, which is why we’re headed home so late.
There’s no traffic at this hour, no cars, it’s all clear.
Xiaoxing?
He’s playing in the back… Hey, Xiaoxing, don’t tug on my hair.
Alright, alright, let’s talk later, we’re almost home.”
The mischievous voice of a child filled with pride.
But as a father, he wouldn’t get angry over this small prank.
Whether as a husband or with his wife, as long as the child’s face could always keep smiling, no matter how many times the prank was.
As long as this child can have hope for life, as long as this child hasn’t realized the difficulties of society and life yet… as long as this child hasn’t realized that he is different from others.
“Dad, when will I learn to walk?”
“Well, as long as you practice every day, Xiaoxing, it’ll be soon.
But if you skip a day, it’ll take a long, long time.”
This child, born unable to walk… he is a child with a disability.
But even so, he and his wife never gave up because of it.
For both of the parents firmly believe, no matter what kind of life, perfect, or born with defects… the moment this small life is born into this world, it is already a great miracle.
The child’s defect only made them, as parents, give more love.
“Still a long time, then.”
The child lowered his head.
“When you can walk, Dad will take you to fly kites, to fish by the sea, how about that?”
Xiaoxing quickly lifted his head and cooed: “I also want pudding!”
“You forgot you can’t eat snacks at night?
It’s bad for your health!”
“I want to eat…” Xiaoxing bit his finger and said: “Dad, can you buy it for me?”
“Alright, but you can’t tell your mom when we get back, okay?” He turned his head around and parked the car by the roadside, right next to a convenience store, “e on, pinky promise.”
The father lifted the child’s little finger and then closed the car door.
The child, unable to walk conveniently, had to stay in the car.
Buying a pudding didn’t take much time, and he quickly came out from the convenience store.
While waiting at the red light, across the road, he saw his own car… actually, he bought two puddings, planning to eat one with his son later secretly.
Father and son sneaking a treat behind the mother’s back is also a precious memory… A childhood memory belonging to the father and son.
In the future, it will surely be something we can reminisce about together, right?
The light turned green, and he stepped forward… something was stinging his eyes.
It was extremely bright, extremely bright light… a red sports car, roaring like a wild beast.
Bam—!!
Xiaoxing…
…
“Manager, manager?”
In the morning, at the regular meeting of the advertising pany, Tboy called out to Zhu Maolin rather puzzled.
The colleague making the report in front of the projector in the meeting room also nervously looked at this department manager who always kept work tightly bound.
Everyone noticed Manager Zhu was cupping his chin in silence, with a frighteningly somber look on his face.
People felt a bit uneasy, not knowing if this manager was dissatisfied with the report.
Though Zhu Maolin didn’t usually berate people directly, his way of questioning could make people feel unfortable enough to question their existence.
“What?” Zhu Maolin was momentarily stunned, looking confusedly at Tboy, “What did you just say?
Sorry, I remembered something, wasn’t listening.”
For Zhu Maolin, the manager, to zone out in a meeting and even apologize to everyone, it was a rare occurrence!
For those who had only been in the pany for over a year, it could even be described as a miracle!
“Oh… nothing much, just Xiao Zhang’s report.” Tboy, being an old hand with Zhu Maolin, could only bite the bullet and speak when he had to.
“Hmm, alright, I’ll look at this report again later, and if there’s an issue, I’ll know to find it.” Zhu Maolin nodded, then stood up, “Sorry, I didn’t rest well last night.
This morning’s meeting ends here… Amy, please help me with a leave request later; I’ll take a day off today.”
Saying so, Zhu Maolin took his things and left the meeting room directly.
In the meeting room, everyone looked at each other, beginning to whisper among themselves as if they were looking at a monster… This manager was pletely abnormal today?
“Could it be, is this the prelude to a storm ing?”
“This… shouldn’t be, right?
I think maybe he really didn’t rest well?
Didn’t you notice the manager’s eyes were bloodshot today?”
“When hasn’t he slept less?
The workaholic surely doesn’t have a sex life!”
“Don’t say that, don’t say that, the manager hasn’t even left yet!
Get to work, everyone.”
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“… Later, after the father was sent to the hospital, he quickly regained consciousness and was not in life-threatening danger.
But the child unexpectedly suffocated in the car, and the driver at fault has been apprehended, but there’s no way to make up for this tragedy.
Cherish life, stay away from drunken driving.
Don’t let the thrill you pursue in a moment create a human world tragedy for a family.
So many tragedies happen around us every day, can’t they still ring a bell for our rationale?
— Writer, Ren Ziling.”
Ren Ziling?
After reading the report, Da Zhe paused…
Where had he heard this name before?
Though he was only curious for a moment before quickly thinking about Zhu Maolin’s situation again.
This is where the problem lay between the couple… Da Zhe nodded, then raised his hand, “Excuse me, could I have the bill?”
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The car stopped at the entrance of the cemetery, and Zhu Maolin hesitated for a moment before finally stepping through the cemetery’s main gate, arriving at the location of the memorial.
Unexpectedly, he saw a familiar back standing there dumbfounded in front of the altar he was unwilling to face.
Perhaps it had been a long time.
She came too…
Indeed due to last night’s events… and he was here too.
Because he remembered again.
When she turned around, she saw Zhu Maolin already standing behind her.
At the moment their eyes met, Hou Chen Yuhuan’s body trembled slightly, and then their gazes quickly shifted apart.
Zhu Maolin merely nodded, walked past his wife, and lit an incense stick in front of the memorial.
Hou Chen Yuhuan suddenly spoke softly, “Xiaoxing would probably be very happy that you came.”
This was his second time here… truly being here, even though he knew it was just at this place.
Lighting the incense with a lighter, Zhu Maolin froze suddenly until the flame burned, scorching his fingers, he came back to his senses, and subconsciously glanced at the photo on the memorial.
The black-and-white photo at the memorial was the best and happiest smile one could find of this child.
Zhu Maolin hurriedly placed the incense into the burner.
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