C21 Is It a Habit to Use It

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Zhai Yaotian knocked on Cheng Yu's door.

This was the third time he had come to knock on the door. If Cheng Yu continued to choose not to see or hear, he would continue to knock on the door for the fourth and fifth time, or even more.

Cheng Yu was also annoyed by the tireless sound. He zipped up his suitcase, checked all the tickets and passport documents, and then put them in his backpack.

After doing all this, Cheng Yu opened the door.

"Is something the matter?" He really didn't want to say another word to Zhai Yaotian.

Zhai Yaotian looked into the house and seemed to want to go in, but was stopped by Cheng Yu.

"Where are you going?" Zhai Yaotian had already seen Cheng Yu's suitcase.

"It has nothing to do with you. Tell me," Cheng Yu said. Cheng Yu said impatiently.

"Give me her urn before you go." Zhai Yaotian said in a deep voice.

Cheng Yu was stunned for a moment, then his eyes turned cold. "Ah, Zhai Yaotian, who do you think you are? "If you want it, you want it. If you don't want it, you don't want it."

Zhai Yaotian stood at the door stubbornly. "She died before our marriage is over. I will take care of her ashes."

Cheng Yu sneered and looked at Zhai Yaotian as if he was looking at a monster. "Do you still want your face? "If Jia heard you say that, do you think she should laugh and cry or laugh?"

Zhai Yaotian could hear Cheng Yu's sarcasm, but his mind had been in chaos for so many days. This was the only thing he could think of. He wanted to find Jian Jia, no matter what form she was in.

Whether she was a human or a bone, it didn't matter.

As long as it was her.

"At least... let me see her..." Zhai Yaotian softened his tone.

He knew he was not qualified, but he knew how much he wanted to see her.

Cheng Yu's dark eyes stared at Zhai Yaotian without moving. His eyes were full of gunpowder. "You are not qualified."

The three simple words stabbed into Zhai Yaotian's heart like a dagger. One word after another, blood spurted out like a pillar.

He staggered back a step. He was in a sorry state.

But after a moment, he suddenly came back to his senses. His mind was still tense with the most important string at the bottom of his heart. He rushed into the room while Cheng Yu was not prepared and searched everywhere for the urn.

"Zhai Yaotian, what are you crazy about?" Cheng Yu quickly stopped him, but the man who seemed to have lost a lot of weight was still full of strength.

Finally, Zhai Yaotian saw the urn in the funeral parlor.

However, there was no black and white portrait of Jian Jia at the side.

Zhai Yaotian reached out to take it but was blocked by Cheng Yu.

"Zhai Yaotian, stop!" Cheng Yu's tone was fierce, and his face was full of anger.

Zhai Yaotian looked at him, and the corners of his lips suddenly curved. "Is it because there is nothing in this urn that you don't dare to show me?"

Cheng Yu did not speak. He just looked at him angrily.

The curve of Zhai Yaotian's mouth became wider. "Cheng Yu, Jian Jia is not dead at all. I guessed right, right?"

God knows. Such a conjecture had crossed his mind at least a hundred times a day.

"Zhai Yaotian, are you talking about crosstalk?" Cheng Yu's voice was as cold as the winter.

Zhai Yaotian met his mocking gaze without fear, as if he wanted him to give him an explanation.

Cheng Yu walked forward and stepped on the chair. He carefully picked up the blue and white porcelain urn.

"Didn't you want to see it? I let you see it..."

Cheng Yu said and opened the lid of the urn.

Zhai Yaotian wanted to stop Cheng Yu the moment he reached out to open the lid, but it was too late.

He didn't have the courage to open the lid.

A pile of gray bones, what did he want to see?

How could he recognize them? This was that woman...

"Did you see that and give up?" Cheng Yu handed the urn to Zhai Yaotian, so he had to see it with his own eyes.

Zhai Yaotian felt weak and wanted to retreat, but he could not move his feet no matter how hard he tried.

Seeing Cheng Yu pick up the lid and was about to cover it, another thought came to Zhai Yaotian's mind.

"Can you... let me take a small handful? "I'll put it at home." Zhai Yaotian said intermittently.

He knew his request was ridiculous, but he knew that if he didn't say it now, he wouldn't have a chance in the future.

Cheng Yu was cold. He glanced at him coldly: "What? Do you want her to die without a complete corpse? That's right. They are all ashes. How can there be a complete corpse? Even if she died, she would not be at peace. " That's right... "

Cheng Yu lowered his voice a few decibels as he spoke. He gently rubbed the urn with his hands. His eyes were full of grief.

Zhai Yaotian explained weakly, "She... she wants to go home. She has never left home for so many days before."

"Her home is not your cold house, but the Jian family. It is a warm and caring house." Cheng Yu interrupted him.

Cheng Yu's words brought a strong sense of oppression and suffocation, almost pushing Zhai Yaotian to the brink of collapse.

His words could not come out of his throat, and his heart felt uncomfortable.

Zhai Yaotian turned around in a somewhat dejected manner. He walked out of the house with difficulty step by step, as if staying a little longer would take his life.

He felt uncomfortable all over his body. His left chest was hurting.

"By the way, Zhai Yaotian." Cheng Yu suddenly spoke, as if he had something to ask him.

Zhai Yaotian slowly turned around. He no longer had the strength to lift his eyes.

Cheng Yu's eyes were full of ridicule as he looked at the downtrodden Zhai Yaotian.

His gaze swept across Zhai Yaotian from top to bottom, then fixed on the waist of the man in front of him.

"Let me ask you, Jia's kidney. Do you have a habit of using it?"