The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 580 I don’t like it
Qin Huai reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, opening them wide as if to make them bulge out, but in reality, he was simply trying to prevent the tears from welling up in his eyes.

He even sniffled so softly that it had no effect whatsoever; he could only sniff once and then immediately sniff a second time. This belated, self-deceptive behavior seemed childish, but it was the only thing Qin Huai could do in this situation.

He wanted to appear cheerful, to force a genuine smile, to use his masterful lies to say some nice and pleasant things, and to tell Luo Jun about his future plans for tomb sweeping, but he couldn't.

He just wants to cry in this situation.

I can't help but want to cry.

Damn it, tears kept welling up in my eyes, and they were about to fall no matter how wide I opened them.

Luo Jun looked at Qin Huai speechlessly and said, "I told you to come stand in front of me, why are you standing so far away? Do you think I'm going to breathe fire on you and kill you?"

"I'd rather you just breathe fire on me and kill me right now," Qin Huai said softly.

Luo Jun rolled his eyes in annoyance: "I know what you're expecting right now. You expect me to have a change of heart in my last second before I die, successfully overcome my tribulation, and bring this story to a happy ending. Have I been watching too many TV dramas, or have you been watching too many TV dramas?"

"Do you know that it's really cliché for TV dramas to have this kind of ending these days?"

Qin Huai continued in a low voice, "More people like to watch clichés."

"I'm about to die, and you insist on going against me, huh?"

Qin Huai fell silent.

Luo Jun took a deep breath, his expression becoming somewhat complicated. He paused for a moment and then said, "I know you really want me to successfully overcome this tribulation."

"Having seen my three memories, you are the person who knows best why I failed to transcend the tribulation. I know you may still not understand why we spirits are trapped in one thing and cannot get out for so long, but this is our choice."

“I chose to fail in my tribulation, a choice I made 60 years ago, and I don’t regret it.”

“I know you had many questions after reading the memories, but you didn’t dare to ask them in the end. Do you know why I asked Zhou Hu to find an open space in a village in the countryside to build a stage for a seven-day opera performance?”

Qin Huai didn't speak, but listened quietly.

"When I first arrived in the human world, like most spirits, I chose a remote village to observe the villagers' way of life and learn the so-called human rules. The farmers' daily routine of working at sunrise and resting at sunset was too boring for me. Just when I was thinking about whether to move to another place, the father of the village's biggest landowner passed away."

"He was called a landlord, but in reality he was just an ordinary person who barely made ends meet. According to local tradition, his father's death at the age of 70 was a happy funeral, and a stage was set up for a theatrical performance and a banquet was held. This landlord didn't have much money but wanted to put on a similar show. He didn't want to be criticized as an unfilial son, so he hired a ragtag rural opera troupe that traveled around the streets and alleys and could only perform a few shows for three days."

That was the first time I saw Liu Tao.

"Theoretically, the Butterfly Lovers should not be sung on such an occasion, but it is the best play in their troupe, and the landlord did not spend much money, so naturally he did not care about this."

"To be fair, their rendition of 'The Butterfly Lovers' was really bad back then."

"His physique was no good, his singing was no good, even his makeup was no good, and his costumes were so faded and white from washing that they were the wrong size and loose and baggy, making it feel like he could trip over someone if he ran a few steps."

"But I really like the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai."

"The Liu family's version of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai has been modified. At the end, it is specifically emphasized that Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai turned into two yellow butterflies. The first time I watched Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, when this part was sung, two yellow butterflies really flew out from behind the stage."

"Two small, yellow butterflies, about the size of a newborn baby's fist."

One of the butterflies landed on my shoulder.

“From then on, I really liked this story and believed in its contents. In the years that followed, I went to many cities, including Beijing, Shanghai, Changsha, Tianjin, Nanjing, and so on. Every time I went to a place, I would go to see the play. I saw many versions of Liang Zhu, but no version emphasized that the two of them turned into yellow butterflies in the end, and no version actually had two butterflies fluttering out from behind the stage when the play reached that point.”

At this point, Luo Jun smiled.

"Later, I married Liu Tao and moved to Shanshi. Once, when I went to see Liang Zhu again, Liu Tao secretly told me that the two butterflies were Liu Tao's little trick."

"The Liu Family Troupe's signature song is 'The Butterfly Lovers,' but their performance was subpar, so they had to find another way. Before each performance, the troupe leader would catch butterflies everywhere. The color of the butterfly he caught would be the color of the lyrics. However, at that time, yellow butterflies were the most common in the countryside, so the lyrics often featured two yellow butterflies."

"Actually, Liu Tao told me the truth back then, but I didn't listen to her carefully."

"I have many opportunities to succeed."

“I should have realized long ago that the world is different from what is described in novels and plays. The real world is right in front of me, and I am living and interacting with real people every day, but I am unwilling to listen carefully to what they say or see what they do.”

“I know very well why I failed my tribulation, just as you, Qin Huai, know very well why I failed my tribulation. Arrogance is my original sin, and I must pay the price for my arrogance, even though I am still very arrogant now.”

“Mr. Luo, you are not…” Qin Huai wanted to say something, but he could already hear that Luo Jun’s breathing was getting slower and slower.

His voice also became softer and softer.

Luo Jun stretched his neck.

"But so what? I'm willing to pay the price for my arrogance, so don't expect a happy ending where I survive the tribulation at the last minute."

"In my play, I am the screenwriter, the director, and the lead actor. I decide how the play ends."

"I said I have to die this way, and that's how I'll die."

Luo Jun took a deep breath.

"Chen Huihong, why didn't you tell me you were in so much pain before you died?"

Chen Huihong said innocently, "You know how I died in my previous lives. In my first life, I was shot to death. I've never died a natural death like you. I didn't have time to say such a long string of last words before I died. I didn't even have time to say 'ah' before I died."

Luo Jun wanted to glare at Chen Huihong, but he was too weak. He tried to beckon to Qin Huai, but he couldn't lift his hand and could only move his fingers slightly.

Luo Jun's voice became hoarse and barely audible: "Tell Zhou Hu."

"Only one type of flower should be placed in the mourning hall."

"Little yellow wildflowers."

"Don't go for those colorful things."

"I do not like."

After saying that, Luo Jun stopped breathing.

His expression remained frozen from the previous moment; his eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth were completely expressionless. It was an unexpectedly serene expression, even giving off a sense of kindness.

Luo Jun didn't seem to be dead; he seemed to have gotten sleepy while talking, so he simply closed his eyes and decided to lie down on the beanbag chair and take a nap.

Luo Jun's last words were, "I don't like it."

Qin Huai stood there blankly.

Luo Jun just said a long string of words, and it felt like none of them were specifically addressed to Qin Huai, but Qin Huai felt that every single word was spoken to him.

While Qin Huai was stunned, Chen Huihong took out her phone to send a message to Zhou Hu, asking him to contact the funeral home to send a hearse to pick up Luo Jun's body and prepare her appearance. At the same time, Qu Jing quietly retreated to the door and called her department head to ask for leave.

A yellow butterfly, no bigger than a baby's fist, flew in from somewhere and quietly landed on Luo Jun's shoulder.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the butterfly perched on Luo Jun's shoulder for about ten seconds, then its wings fluttered slightly, and it quietly flew away, disappearing out the window. Qu Jing had already dialed the number, but seeing this scene, she was too shocked to utter a single word. The department head on the other end kept asking, "Hello, hello, hello," what was wrong with Qu Jing? Why wasn't she saying anything? Why couldn't he hear her after just a couple of words? Was the signal bad?

Chen Huihong froze halfway through typing the message, and finally sent Zhou Hu half a sentence and a long string of gibberish.

After a long silence, it was Gong Liang's voice that broke the silence.

"Luo Jun's apartment is on the tenth floor, how did the butterfly fly up there?" Gong Liang's question was reasonable, but no one cared about such a trivial matter.

"Sister Hong," Qin Huai said, looking at the window that was always left slightly ajar for ventilation, "Do you think Mr. Luo just went to be reincarnated, or successfully survived his tribulation?"

Did he have this part in mind when he wrote his script?

Chen Huihong scratched her head a little: "How would I know? I'm just a plant spirit, when have I ever seen anything like this?"

"Is this how all Bifang undergo tribulation? Do they leave a suspense before they die?"

“We’ll know in a few years. If Luo Jun doesn’t succeed in transcending his tribulation, he’ll definitely contact you. In the next few years, we should download and save all the TV shows and movies for him, so that if he fails and needs to catch up on the shows, he won’t come looking for trouble with us because he can’t find the resources.” Chen Huihong glanced down at her phone, realized she had sent a string of gibberish, and exclaimed in surprise. She quickly edited the message.

Qin Huai could only look at Shi Dadan, who had remained silent throughout, and asked, "Old Shi, do you think Luo Jun successfully transcended his tribulation?"

"I don't know," Shi Dadan shook his head. "I believe he will succeed."

"Even if he didn't succeed just now, he will succeed in the second life."

"Most spirits fail to transcend tribulations because they are confused. Outsiders can see many things clearly, but those involved are often blinded. Luo Jun is different. He has always been clear-headed. He has done everything he wanted to do with a clear mind. He will definitely succeed in his second life."
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Luo Jun passed away peacefully.

When the hearse from the funeral home arrived at Building A, it attracted a large crowd of residents from Yunzhong Community. Even though there had been rumors that Luo Jun was nearing his end, many people still couldn't believe that this elderly, eccentric, irritable, wealthy, and widowed man had passed away.

Zhang Shumei rushed back carrying a vegetable basket.

The shopping basket was full of fresh meat, with no vegetables, which suited Luo Jun's eating habits perfectly. Compared to the strange creatures who calmly handled the aftermath, Zhang Shumei's behavior was most in line with the deceased's family.

She first wept bitterly while holding the hearse, then belatedly remembered that the fresh meat was still in the shopping basket and needed to be taken back to be put in the refrigerator. As she picked up the shopping basket, she suddenly realized that this was her employer's house, not hers at all. Now that her employer had passed away, she, the nanny, was unemployed.

Zhang Shumei knew that Luo Jun's heir was Qin Huai. She walked dejectedly to Qin Huai, who was also somewhat distraught, and asked him what to do with the groceries he had just bought. She asked if she should go back and cook a meal for everyone and send it to the funeral home.

Qin Huai told Zhang Shumei that Luo Jun had made arrangements before his death, and the funeral home would provide hot dishes, fruits, and desserts 24 hours a day.

Zhang Shumei wiped away her tears and echoed, saying that Mr. Luo was such a thoughtful person who considered everything very carefully. She also sighed to Qin Huai that she knew Luo Jun had started preparing for his funeral a long time ago, but she still couldn't accept that he had passed away so suddenly.

Qin Huai didn't know what to say, so he could only nod repeatedly, wishing he could hug Zhang Shumei and cry together.

Luo Jun had no relatives, so his funeral should have been a very quiet affair.

But it didn't.

His funeral was already quite a spectacle even before it began.

The news that the hearse was parked downstairs at Building A quickly spread throughout the Yunzhong Community residents' group. Under the organization of Xu Tuqiang, Grandma Ding, and Grandpa Qian, the elderly residents only spent 10 minutes deciding who would accompany Qin Huai and the others to the funeral home to handle the follow-up matters.

In Grandma Ding's words, Master Qin's pastries are very good, but how could a young man understand funeral matters? These kinds of things are best left to old folks like them who are halfway to the grave.

Because Luo Jun's funeral was destined to be a grand affair, the list of attendees had been decided long ago by Luo Jun himself, and this mysterious list had been in Zhou Hu's possession.

Now Zhou Hu is finally going to pull out this list.

It's very thick.

The list of people was far more extensive than Qin Huai had ever imagined. No matter how hard Qin Huai racked his brains, he couldn't figure out how Luo Jun could know so many people, especially since Luo Jun never even left his house.

Are you an online friend?
But is it reasonable for hundreds of netizens to participate?
Was Luo Jun staying home for the past few years because he couldn't keep up with all the online chats? Was Luo Jun secretly working as a customer service representative online for the past few years?
This mysterious list remained shrouded in mystery until Zhou Hu began calling them one by one to invite them to Luo Jun's funeral.

These hundreds of people are not netizens, but merchants who have given Luo Jun negative reviews over the years.

Considering that these businesses are all located near the Yunzhong Community, they can be considered neighbors in a sense.

Qin Huai was completely dumbfounded.

He didn't even have time to grieve; he just felt that it was all too absurd.

However, he didn't have time to find it absurd.

Because the other party had just arrived at the funeral home when Luo Jun's lawyer arrived right after. The lawyer came to show Qin Huai the documents and have Qin Huai confirm the amount of the estate. If there were no problems, the formalities would be completed in the next few days.

Although it's outrageous, this isn't the first time Qin Huai has inherited an estate, and he's very familiar with the procedures.

Even though he had only glanced at it once before, Qin Huai still couldn't help but gasp when he actually saw the enormous legacy left by Luo Jun.

There are way too many!

They have over a billion in cash alone.

Qin Huai did a quick calculation about how much interest would be earned daily if he deposited over a billion yuan in cash in a bank for a three-year fixed deposit. He instantly understood the kind of trouble it was to have more interest than he could ever spend every day, and to have today's interest arrive before he had even spent yesterday's.

This is so annoying.

Ouyang squandered his fortune to the point that he couldn't possibly finish it all.

There are actually two heirs to Luo Jun's estate.

Another one is Zhang Shumei.

Luo Jun left his apartment in Yunzhong Community and 200 million yuan in cash to Zhang Shumei. According to his lawyer, this was Luo Jun's final year-end bonus for Zhang Shumei, to recognize her dedication to her work until the very last minute of Luo Jun's life.

After learning that she had also become rich, Zhang Shumei was not saddened for a moment, but she dared not be too happy either. With tears still in the corners of her eyes and the tear stains on her face, she looked at Qin Huai with a complicated expression.

Zhang Shumei consulted a lawyer about how much tax she would have to pay for inheriting such a large estate. After learning that there would still be a lot of money left after paying the taxes, she immediately called her son and told him to take leave from work and come over to help with Luo Jun's funeral. She was asking why he was still working at such an inconvenient time.

That's really inconsiderate of them.

"Master Qin, I'm going to help make the call." Zhang Shumei wiped away her tears one last time. "Don't be too sad. Planner Zhou just said we can start scratching lottery tickets now. How about I get you two tickets to scratch?"

"The top prize is 100 million, what if you win?"

lawyer:……

Are these two people out of their minds?

Was his explanation not detailed enough? Or was the currency unit on the document typed incorrectly, perhaps in Zimbabwean dollars? At a time like this, do you still care about a million-dollar bonus?

"Attorney Chen, would you like to scratch two tickets?" Zhang Shumei asked the lawyer.

"...Thank you so much, I'll just lightly scrape a couple of sheets."

(End of this chapter)