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 fighting for love, but he was single. Since she had someone to love in her heart, she was happy, so why should she have to keep it as her own?

.

I will be single all my life, love her all my 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 are you in Italy, Anne? Why did you come 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 joke about dead Anne, even if it's crazy."

Dead Anne? How could it be dead Anne?

Ding Jiajun felt severe pain in his chest, and the red copper pipe in front of him seemed to suddenly burst, 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. He was so quiet that his parents thought nothing had happened to him, just simple fatigue.

"Sleep well?"

Muchun asked again. He had already remembered who this person was. Isn't this 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 "Ding Jiajun" were written on the paper together.

"Yes, that's right."

"Very good. 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."

"You're 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 am very convenient, there is nothing inconvenient."

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 think I can do everything by myself and I can do it well."

"Of course not, you still need help."

Muchun did not continue to pay attention to Ding Jiajun, but 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."

"Article 2: Clean and clothe yourself. How do you dress yourself when you are dead? Mark the cross."

Muchun also specifically pointed out that you cannot put on makeup by yourself. How can you put makeup on yourself?

"Yes, I can't put makeup on myself, I'm already dead."

"Finally, you can come here and get it on Wednesday. It's ten o'clock in the morning on Wednesday. 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 bidding farewell to a body.

Crazy, someone must have gone crazy this morning.

Either she herself 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 'Mechanical 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 they are put together, it feels like watching

Just like a movie.”

"That's a comic?"

Chu Sisi asked.

"No, no, forget it, I can't describe it to you. I 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 the mechanical and humanoid designs are 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 film 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?"
Chapter completed!