The driver drove and drove Zhang Jing to the company.

He had informed Vice President Cheng Bin and his lawyer in advance and asked them to wait at the company.

The atmosphere in the president's office was a little depressing, and Cheng Bin, who was sitting opposite, bowed his head and was silent.

When Zhang Jing told him that he was terminally ill and would die soon and needed to arrange his death, Cheng Bin's heart was extremely chaotic.

Looking at the somewhat frail old man sitting across from him, he didn't know what to say.

"Binzi, don't be the same as the end of the world, the world is just impermanent, I have accepted it calmly."

Hearing Zhang Jing say this, Cheng Bin looked at Zhang Jing helplessly, and he tried to squeeze out a very ugly smile.

"You're fucking smiling." Zhang Jing said with a little teasing.

"Get out!" Cheng Bin replied.

Seeing Cheng Bin relaxed, Zhang Jingcai said a little seriously: "Brother, we have been together since the beginning of the business, this company is our hard work, I can't see it, the company will depend on you after the operation, I will let the lawyer make a will, and I will entrust the company to you, my parents, you have to help me take care of it more, as for my son and my daughter-in-law who has not passed the door, I will also arrange it properly." ”

"Wait, your son, when did you have a son, why don't I know, haven't you never been married?" Cheng Bin couldn't wait to ask the question in his heart.

"Can't you have a son if you're not married?" Zhang Jing asked rhetorically.

"Huh." Cheng Bin only replied with such a laugh, and the meaning of it naturally understood by both of them.

Then, Zhang Jingcai explained to Cheng Bin his relationship with Lin Luyin and the fact that his son was seven or eight years old.

The amount of information was a bit large, which made Cheng Bin stunned, and in the end, he looked at Zhang Jing's eyes like he was looking at a storyteller.

"Don't worry, after you leave, your parents will be my parents, your son will be my son, your daughter-in-law - of course, she will still be your daughter-in-law, as for whether she will remarry, then I can't do anything."

Infected by Zhang Jing's emotions, Cheng Bin's tone when speaking completely returned to normal.

"A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory, and you can't say anything nice to me, a dying man."

"You don't need it, I know that."

……

The conversation between the two ended in a slightly relaxed atmosphere.

Then, let the lawyer help make a will, and took a deep breath, Zhang Jing felt a lot more relaxed.

Everything that should be arranged has been arranged, even if there are many regrets in his short life, but after his death, all this will slowly fade away with time.

called Lin Luyin and told her that he was going to take the mother and son back to their hometown.

Hearing Lin Luyin's somewhat excited tone on the phone, Zhang Jing still sighed in her heart after hanging up the phone.

This happiness that should have been had, and soon after, it no longer had anything to do with him.

After a few hours of driving, Zhang Jing felt a little tired, and by the time Lin Luyin woke him up, the car had already arrived at its destination.

Looking at the village where she grew up, Zhang Jing felt unprecedented kindness.

After a few knocks on the gate, footsteps could be heard in the courtyard.

Zhang Jing could hear that his mother had come to open the door, because he could tell whether it was his mother or his father by the severity of the footsteps.

"Mom, I'm back." The moment the door opened, Zhang Jing screamed a little excitedly.

A smile bloomed on the mother's face when she saw her son come home.

I looked behind my son again, and found that there was still a woman and a child standing, and the woman looked a little familiar, but she just couldn't remember who it was.

After entering the house, Zhang Jing saw that her father was also sitting in the living room.

"I'm back." Father asked casually.

"Well, it's back. Dad, is your leg problem better? ”

"It's not a big deal, you can walk and run." My father still replied very casually.

The mother was making tea and pouring water, and the father was sitting upright and chatting with Zhang Jing about the current situation, and Lin Luyin on the side was a little restrained, so she couldn't help but sit up a little more upright.

When his mother was busy and sat down to talk to Lin Luyin, Zhang Jing pulled his father upstairs, and he was going to tell his father about Lin Luyin's mother and son first.

When Zhang Jing finished telling her father about the whole story, her father stared at Zhang Jing with wide eyes.

Then, the emotional father slapped the table, and the teacups on the table were all slapped.

"Then what are you waiting for, since it is your species, the child must recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors. As for you and the child's mother, that's your own business, no matter how you toss, we can't care. My father came to a categorical conclusion.

Zhang Jing slandered for a while, feeling that her Lao Tzu was a typical person who didn't treat her son as a human being when she had a grandson.

The two fathers and sons went downstairs, and Zhang Jing gave Lin Luyin a reassuring look.

But the father gave the mother a hint to go upstairs, and the mother understood and went to the second floor with the father.

After a while, the second elder went downstairs, and when they looked at the child again, there had been earth-shaking changes.

In the end, the two old men dragged the children around the house, and they kept shushing the cold and asking for warmth, and all kinds of sweet shells appeared in an endless stream.

Once you get things out of the way, there's nothing to be embarrassed about.

The atmosphere of the dinner was very good, and at the dinner table, the second elder made Lin Luyin's mother and son change their words in a "mandatory" tone.

The big one called his parents, the little one called his grandparents, and after the second elder answered, he couldn't tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest.

Stayed in my hometown for one night and had to go back to the city the next day.

Sitting in the car on the way back, Lin Luyin asked with concern: "Are you not feeling well, I see that you haven't eaten much in the past two days." ”

Zhang Jing quickly hid the trace of panic in her eyes, smiled and said, "Maybe I've been a little tired from a business trip recently and have no appetite." ”

Seeing Zhang Jing say this, Lin Luyin didn't ask any more, but she always felt that Zhang Jing was a little weird.

More than a month later, Zhang Jing's situation was getting worse and worse.

With the deterioration of his body, he has rarely seen Lin Luyin's mother and son.

At this time, he described himself as withered, if he was seen by the mother and son, he could see at a glance that there was something wrong with his body, and he didn't want his current appearance to be seen by his relatives.

He had already planned to find a beautiful place and wait for death alone.

And this plan did not make him wait long.

The driver drove Zhang Jing out of the city.

After leaving the city, Zhang Jing asked the driver to return alone.

He drove himself towards the place he had chosen in advance, and he was worried that his sudden failure would cause a traffic accident, so he drove the car very slowly.

After several hours, Zhang Jing drove the car to the end of the trip.

In the place I chose, there were a few farmhouses, earthen walls, and green tiled roofs, which Zhang Jing had visited a few years ago when he went into the mountains to play.

The house was left behind after the relocation of the residents here, perhaps this place is the most remote, so after the relocation, the other houses were demolished, but these earthen houses have been retained.

Since the last time she went into the mountain and settled here, Zhang Jing entrusted a local farmer to come here every year to repair and replenish some daily necessities, so that the next time she entered the mountain, she would have a temporary place to stay.

Because the car could not move forward, Zhang Jing parked the car on the dirt road in the mountains, and there was a small mountain peak between the parking spot and the destination.

Zhang Jing packed her bags and walked slowly towards her destination.

Those tiled houses were the place where his life ended in the place he chose for himself.

And now, he is on his way to the end of death.

It took more than an hour for Zhang Jing to climb over the hill.

After he opened the door and entered the house, he collapsed directly on the bed.

He didn't want to move for a moment, this mountain road almost exhausted the little physical strength he had left.

When she woke up, it was getting late, and Zhang Jing finally regained a little strength.

I walked around the house and found that the living materials inside were quite complete.

From the next water pipe on the mountain, spring water flows all year round, and Zhang Jing is much more sober with the spring water to wash his face.

There was no electricity, so Zhang Jing prepared candles and flashlights in advance.

Holding a flashlight and walking around the house, Zhang Jing already had a comprehensive understanding of the environment she was in now.

Under the eaves, the firewood chopped by the farmers is neatly stacked.

The site in front of the house has grown some weeds, and if someone hadn't come to clean it up from time to time, maybe the weeds in this place would have been overgrown.

The entrusted farmers are very simple, and everything is done well according to Zhang Jing's requirements.

Make a fire to cook, the meal is not complicated, just boil some porridge, even if there are other things, Zhang Jing can't eat it.

After eating, boiling hot water, and washing up, Zhang Jing returned to bed to rest.

Maybe it's because of the loneliness of the unfamiliar environment, or maybe it's because she sleeps a little too much during the day, Zhang Jing can't sleep over and over again.

looked at the phone, there was a signal, thought about it, and sent a message to Cheng Bin, telling him that he was going to recuperate in the mountains for a while.

Then, he sent a message to Lin Luyin.

He told her that he was going to inspect a project recently, and that the mobile phone signal might be unstable and would come and go.

I wanted to contact my parents, but in the end he gave up.

Because it was always his parents who contacted him, more than he took the initiative to contact his parents.

It's so late, if you call by yourself, your parents will definitely be suspicious, and it will also disturb their normal rest.

One day, two days, three days ......, and when he lived here for the eighth day, Zhang Jingyin felt that his life was coming to an end.

These days, occasionally turn on the phone and send messages to relatives to let them feel at ease.

As for the rest of the time, the phone is turned off all the time.

After a few more days, the pain is no longer how long the interval is, but how long the pain will stop, and the painkillers can no longer work as painkillers.

After being tortured by pain again, Zhang Jing wiped the beads of sweat oozing from his face, and he tried to support his body and sit up.

Looking at the darkening sky outside, he grabbed his phone and flashlight and walked out the door.

Find a rock to sit down, turn on your phone, and after a while, several messages pop out.

There are messages from business partners, relatives, and some boring harassing messages.

One by one, he flipped through the message records, replied to the greetings of his relatives, and told them that he would be back in a few days.

In the end, Zhang Jing replied to Cheng Bin, the content was very brief: Three days later, go to the house where we stayed in the mountains a few years ago, collect the body for me, don't come too early, otherwise I will hate you for being a ghost.

After waiting for a while, seeing Cheng Bin reply with the word "good", Zhang Jing turned off her mobile phone and quietly looked at the scenery in the evening.

The scenery is beautiful, but I am about to lose my own view.