Volume 1. Let the Game Begin
At my call, Wang Sisi finally returned to normal, bringing a face full of undisguised shock as she got into the driver's seat, while Aunt Zhao also got into the car, with all the luggage placed in the trunk, and the car slowly started up.
The car had been moving for about ten minutes, but it seemed a bit congested today, so the speed was relatively slow.
Through the rearview mirror, I could still see Wang Sisi's expression of worldview collapse.
However... I did not have much interest in explaining anything to her.
First of all, if I explained, it would instead make me seem guilty.
Therefore, not explaining was the best option.
They would naturally find a suitable reason to smooth out the logic in their hearts.
For example, I myself knew that my dominant consciousness was Zhang Yiwei, but others did not.
However... my usual habits and behaviors would definitely be very different from those of Liu Yunyan.
After all, one was a middle school student who had just entered her third year, and the other was an old hand who had graduated for many years and had struggled in society, one female and one male.
Not to mention actions, even the way of thinking was worlds apart.
Therefore, if I explained, they might think I had developed a mental illness due to excessive psychological shock.
But if I did not explain, they would probably believe... that because of this near-death experience, and... the death of my boyfriend right in front of me, my personality had changed.
Sometimes, not explaining was more appropriate than explaining.
So, I said nothing.
Wang Sisi also fell silent, probably thinking about something.
The car slowly moved forward.
I did not know what Wang Sisi was thinking, but she suddenly played an old song, Myth.
"Has the young miss been recovering well these days?"
Perhaps sensing the awkward atmosphere in the car, Wang Sisi asked with a hint of probing and a forced smile.
"Recovering fairly well."
Looking at the scenery outside the window, I responded calmly.
The car gradually moved forward and gradually... approached my home.
Not Liu Yunyan's home, but the small house where I had lived for more than ten years.
Looking at the familiar streets and thinking about my experiences in this life, I could not help but feel a sense of bitterness.
In my life, I did not have many friends.
Since my parents died, although I made some friends in society, those so-called friends were not worth much.
Childhood friends who were close enough to be considered lifelong companions refused to lend me even fifty yuan when I starved for three days.
From that moment on, I knew that in life, I could only rely on myself.
Perhaps the realization was too painful.
From then on, I had a hard time trusting others.
Living alone was difficult.
Moreover, I had a bad stomach.
I remembered once... I had diarrhea for half a month straight.
Taking medicine in the morning only helped for a few hours, and getting an injection in the afternoon only lasted for a while.
All the effects barely lasted a few hours.
At that time, I had no money to go to the hospital.
When I got home, the electricity, water, and internet were all cut off.
Lying in bed for two days, feeling like I could not survive, I still forced myself to get up, crawled out the door, and found a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, who at least helped my body recover a bit.
At such times, if I did not grit my teeth and hold on, I could only lie on the bed and rot away.
My mood gradually became heavy.
Maybe Wang Sisi noticed something.
She subconsciously glanced at the neighborhood where I lived, then hesitated slightly and said, "Young Miss, how about... taking a look?"
Take a look?
Look at what?
I subconsciously froze.
Turning my head, I saw Wang Sisi take out a key from the car’s drawer.
Having used that key for so many years, I was incredibly familiar with its shape.
"How do you have my... his house key?"
I almost blurted out 'my house', but fortunately, I quickly corrected myself.
"Madam had already obtained his key earlier and personally went to his house to bring back that husky. Madam did not tell you? Moreover... Madam has already spent money to buy that house. Originally, your boyfriend... he had no relatives or family. The house had no will either. So it should have been confiscated by the state. But Madam still bought the house, saying it was to leave a memory for you."
Listening to Wang Sisi’s explanation and seeing the slowing car, I touched the small box of golden-threaded nanmu wood in my arms, fell silent for a moment, and then nodded.
"...Let's take a look."
What was in the small box in my arms was none other than... my ashes.
Sigh, my feelings were really complicated.
Holding my own urn, I would probably have to hold a funeral for myself when my leg healed...
What a damn joke.
When Wang Sisi heard me say this, she did not say anything more.
She directly steered the car into the neighborhood.
The neighborhood where I lived was already a bit remote, and most of the residents were elderly people.
It was almost on the edge of the city center.
This kind of place was very suitable for retirement.
First, the amenities were similar to those in the city center, making shopping and other needs convenient.
Second, it was closer to the suburbs, and the air was much better than in the city center.
The housing prices here were generally not high.
A forty-square-meter apartment only cost around eighty to one hundred thousand yuan.
Relatively speaking, it was a very cheap place to live.
Given all these conditions, it basically belonged to the kind of place poor people lived for retirement.
Therefore, luxury cars rarely appeared here.
The most high-end car I had seen in this neighborhood was a 2014 Audi A6.
Other cars like Santana or Passat were also rare.
There were more Wulings.
Even counting all the cars together, there were only about thirty or forty vehicles.
So when a BMW 740, worth over a million yuan, drove into such a neighborhood, it was naturally very eye-catching.
Looking at the familiar surroundings, the car slowly came to the entrance of my building.
Opening the door and getting out of the car, I hugged the urn, leaned on a crutch, and struggled to climb the stairs.
Aunt Zhao quickly got out of the car to support me, and Wang Sisi followed and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, the familiar furnishings of the house entered my view.
However, compared to before I died, the house was much cleaner now.
It was obvious that Gong Lianyu had hired someone to clean it.
There was hardly any dust on the floor.
Glancing around, I casually placed my urn on the shoe rack...
Anyway, it was my own ashes, even if they spilled, it did not matter.
Leaning on my crutch, I went to the bedroom.
The electrical appliances in the bedroom were basically disconnected, and even the circuit breaker was off.
"Sister Sisi, could you please switch on the circuit breaker?"
After saying a word to Wang Sisi, I turned around and went to the computer desk, sat down, and waited for the computer to boot up.
Once the computer was on, I asked Wang Sisi and Aunt Zhao to wait in the living room.
I quickly opened the computer, entered the password, and accessed the familiar interface.
Then I quickly found all the torrent resources I had stored, packed and encrypted them all, placed them somewhere inconspicuous, and casually changed the file formats to avoid them being seen.
After that, I opened QQ.
As soon as I logged in, QQ kept ringing.
Glancing at the QQ icon, I immediately knew it was the editor's QQ.
Opening it and looking at the messages, they were all urging me to update.
At first, it was just reminders, but later it turned into endless inquiries.
Speaking of which, I had forgotten about this matter some days ago.
After all, I had suddenly changed my identity and, having no worries about food and clothing, I almost completely ignored this matter.
I opened the chat window and replied with a 【Hello】.
Within five seconds, the editor hastily replied with a 【Where the hell have you been!! Do you know how many days you've been missing? You stopped updating, you know that!? The higher-ups have been pestering me non-stop, do you know how much scolding I’ve taken because of you, huh?】 accompanied by an angry emoji.
Looking at the familiar editor's avatar, I smiled bitterly and shook my head.
After a moment of silence, I replied 【Zhang Yiwei is dead.】
The other side seemed stunned for a moment, then replied 【What the hell are you playing at? Hurry up and get back to updating!】
Smiling bitterly and shaking my head, well, true, how could a dead person reply?
However... I still needed to respond.
【I am Zhang Yiwei's girlfriend. Zhang Yiwei was in a car accident a few days ago, and he is already gone.】
After sending this message, the other side remained silent for a long time...
Then QQ suddenly flickered, indicating that the other side had started a video call.
I hesitated for a moment and then accepted the video call.
Immediately, a young man’s face appeared on the screen, looking at the monitor.
"You are... Zhang Yiwei's girlfriend?"
"Yes, my name is Liu Yunyan."
"He... really died?"
The young man on the other side frowned, his face looking a bit heavy.
"Yes, a few days ago there was a car accident at Dongling Bridge in HC City. I was also in the car. I was the only survivor."
The young man on the other side was silent for a long time, then nodded.
"I see... I'll inform the higher-ups..."
"No, editor, I know Zhang Yiwei’s story. I can replicate his writing style, so you don't need to worry about the novel. I will continue writing for him."
"Are you sure?? Everyone has their own writing style. Can you really replicate his style?"
The editor looked at the monitor suspiciously.
"Please rest assured. In this world, I dare say I am the one who knows him best."
Of course, because that was me.
How could I not know myself?
"Alright then... I'll report it to the higher-ups first. These days... you were injured too, right?"
"Yes, thank you for your concern. It's just a broken leg, nothing serious."
"Okay, I'll inform them. You don't have to update this month. Take a good rest. You can start again on the 1st of next month. Do you know his website account and password?"
"I know..."
"Good. Later, send me a photo of your ID card and your bank account number. I will send you the contract transfer agreement..."
Saying this, the editor paused slightly, then spoke in a heavy tone, "Please accept my condolences."
"I will..."
Nodding slightly, the editor hung up the video call, and I also breathed a sigh of relief.
Putting everything else aside, novels were like children in my heart.
Every unfinished novel left a thorn in my heart that made me unbearably uncomfortable.
That was why I chose to do this.