I, Qing Huan

On the day when Liu Zhen was buried, snow fell in the sky.

It seems that the funeral is always like this, it's either raining or snowing. Everyone must hold a black umbrella and stand upright in front of the deceased's coffin, rendering the last bit of sadness for his death.

Mei Zhongli, Sun Guohui, and Sun Xuxue all wore black suits and stood on the right side closest to Liu Zhen's coffin. Nanyang was still wearing a thin white shirt, standing on the left, his eyebrows as pale as well water.

Only she and Liu Zhen in the coffin knew that the white shirt on her was the one she was wearing when they first met. At that time, six-year-old Liu Zhen was pulling the corner of this shirt and following her through the streets one after another. He rubbed the corner of the shirt and asked nervously: Sister, when I grow up, can you Can't come to marry me?

Nanyang is not a person with a good memory, she can't even remember the age on her ID card. But she always has the strongest memory of the people she cares about.

Sometimes this is a good thing. Sometimes, it is a bad thing. The dead have the most stable and beautiful dreams, and the living are sinking into the most painful past.

The clearer the remember, the harder the parting.

Sun Xuxue walked behind Nanyang with a black umbrella, and helped her cover the snow that was getting bigger, "Ancestor, the snow is big."

"Buried." Nan Yang said softly.

Mei Zhongli waved his hand, and four men in black suits came over, one of them raised the coffin and walked towards the cemetery. Mei Zhongli, Sun Guohui, Sun Xuxue, and Nan Yang followed them for the funeral. During the burial, they took some petals and sprinkled them in the soil, and the petals were covered with the soil on his coffin.

After the funeral, a cross was erected in front of the tomb, and all of Liu Zhen's friends came to offer a bunch of flowers.

Mei Zhongli put a handful of calla lilies.

Sun Guohui put a handful of chrysanthemums that overlapped yellow and white.

Sun Xuxue put a bunch of yellow carnations.

Nanyang put a bunch of hawthorn flowers with small and lovely petals.

After the flowers were offered, relatives and friends left the funeral scene one after another. Nanyang stood in front of Liu Zhen's tomb for a while, and did not say farewell. She is not a sensational person. She was silent for a long time before murmured two words before leaving:

"Thank you."

When the funeral was over, it was already evening.

Both Mei Zhongli and Sun Guohui returned to the Mei Group to deal with some important matters. After Liu Zhen's death, a large number of shares in the company faced no one to inherit. Liu Zhen did not marry a wife in his life, and his parents died early. They had to find various lawyers to inquire about this. Fortunately, before this burial, they found Liu Zhen's suicide note in his belongings. He gave all of his property to Nanyang without reservation. Mei Zhongli needs to transfer those movable and immovable properties to Nanyang as soon as possible.

Sun Xuxue followed Nanyang and drove Nanyang to dinner at night.

On the dining table, Sun Xuxue held a big mouthful of butter mushrooms, and asked vaguely: "Old ancestor, now we are all busy here, are we going to get back to the dance crew?"

New Year's Eve is still two days away. Sun Xuxue heard that Zhu Qinghuan had really turned down the invitation to the Spring Festival Gala, and he should be waiting for Nanyang to return. Fortunately, Liu Zhen was buried safely here, and they just had time to rush over.

"Yeah." Nan Yang took a bite of the bread.

"Okay, I will schedule the plane tomorrow afternoon, so that you can sleep in the morning, and wait until the end of the filming of Zhuzhu. I asked her today, she has nothing to do tomorrow night, and said that she can wait for you."

"No hurry," Nan Yang touched the porcelain plate with his fork expressionlessly, "I may not be able to leave tomorrow."

"What do you mean?" Sun Xuxue was stunned.

The ancestor wanted to go back to find Zhuzhu, she knew it, every day the ancestor looked at Zhuzhu’s dialog box in a daze, she could see that the ancestor wanted to send a message, but she was afraid to interrupt Zhuzhu. A few days ago, the uncle Ah Cheng sent a long section and scolded the old ancestor with a **** head. The old ancestor was not angry. He read the passage carefully, then pursed his lips and trembled. The three words "I miss you" came out with my fingertips.

Not long after, Zhu Qinghuan returned with an "um" back.

That afternoon, the ancestor looked at the lonely "um" with a smile in his eyes, and spent at least three hours in a daze.

She missed her so much that even Sun Xuxue could see that she wished to be by Qing Huan's side right away. Why did it say that Heaven might not be able to leave now?

"What's wrong? What happened?" Sun Xuxue opened her eyes wide.

Nanyang seems to have eaten enough, wiped his hands with a kerchief, and raised his eyes lightly, "Xuxue, you have always kept my wallet, haven't you found that my ID card and driver's license are gone? ?"

Sun Xuxue blurted out in surprise: "What?"

Nan Yang didn't speak, got up calmly, and left the seat without rush. She did not go out of the restaurant or the bathroom. Instead, she turned to a seat hidden behind a flower stand. After standing still, she crossed her arms and looked at the person in that seat.

"Is it fun?" Nan Yang said coldly.

When Jiang Banxia saw that her tracking had been exposed, she did not panic, and the corner of her lips twitched: "When did you find it?"

Nan Yang ignored her question and stretched out a hand directly, his eyes filled with ice: "Give it back to me."

Jiang Banxia smiled evilly: "It has been thrown away."

"Really." Nan Yang didn't change his face, and glanced at Sun Xuxue behind him, "Xuxue, go and help me make up for it. It must be done by tomorrow night."

When Sun Xuxue was surprised, she stammered and nodded and promised: "Okay, okay, I, I, I will go right away."

"By the way, talk to the boss and clear the scene. I will book this restaurant tonight."

"Yes."

Sun Xuxue probably guessed what was going to happen next, she didn't dare to say a word, and hurried to find the boss.

Jiang Banxia smiled enchantingly, fingers wrapped around her curly hair, and usually said to Nan Yang aegyoly: "What's the matter, ancestor, you have cleared everyone away, what do you want to do with me?"

"I didn't want to waste time with you," Nan Yang lowered his eyes and began to unbutton his shirt on his wrist. "But now it seems that if I don't waste this time with you now, I will waste more time in the future."

"This is the beginning of unbuttoning, so can't wait?" Jiang Banxia smiled and took a sip of the wine on the table.

Nan Yang unbuttoned his cuffs, and rolled his sleeves above his elbows, "put down the wine glass."

"Why put down the wine glass? Why, is the wine glass in the way?" Jiang Banxia put the wine glass back on the table, licking her lips as if seducing.

"Yes, it gets in the way."

Nan Yang rolled up his sleeves, squeezed the corners of his lips, took off the BM47 from the belt unhurriedly, and used the blade of a forehand windmill to shake off the knife in his hand at the fastest speed. She took a step forward, bends slightly, and put the blade against Jiang Banxia's left chest and heart.

Jiang Banxia looked down at the blade and sneered, "Scare me intentionally..."

Before she had time to spit out the second half of her sentence, she was forever blocked in her throat by the tip of the knife that was suddenly pushed into her chest.

The blade plunged into her chest ten centimeters deep, and almost pierced her body. The blood was blocked in her body without a large amount of gushing out. The safety pin of the butterfly blade was not buckled, the dangerous handle hung straight in the air, the safety handle had been hung down, and a thin blood line flowed down the safety handle.

"Look, if you didn't put down the wine just now, it will spill on my clothes now. It's getting in the way."

Nan Yang's voice was very soft, as indifferent as ever.

She released the BM47, straightened up, picked up the white kerchief on the side and wiped the blood on her fingertips.

Jiang Banxia opened her mouth, her face twisted, as if she wanted to say something. But her mouth opened a little arc, and there was a steady stream of viscous blood overflowing from her mouth, running down her chin to her neck.

Sun Xuxue came back at this time and saw the scene in front of her unexpectedly, covering her mouth to keep herself silent.

"Xuxue," Nan Yang threw the wiped handkerchief on the table, "Send her to the hospital. The place where I pierced is still a little away from the heart. Remember to take my knife off and clean it up."

Sun Xuxue bit the back of her hand, trembling with her other hand, took out her mobile phone, and dialed the emergency number in a trance.

Nanyang looked at Jiang Banxia, ​​who still had a trace of consciousness, and said clearly: "I warned you, if you come to provoke me again, I will let you personally feel the rules of three thousand years ago. You really shouldn't Use the same awkward way to test me. If I didn’t make it clear last time, then I’m going to say it plainly now: You’d better put yourself in the right position, and if you’re mediocre, you have wishful thinking about me. Hope you understand, Not everyone can be like her, qualified to stand side by side with me."

Jiang Banxia's eyes faded slightly.

"You have an admiration for me, I should have said thank you. But you have used this method to disgust my life several times, and now it is so, no wonder I am." Nan Yang stood with his hand in his hand and looked at him coldly. This woman who doesn’t know the heights of the world, “I’m a bad person. To care about a person is to care about a person, and to hate a person is to hate a person. Unfortunately, all you do is what I hate the most. I stay. Your life depends on A Zhen's face. Next time, A Zhen will not have so much face."

Sun Xuxue could hear the meaning in Nanyang's dialect. If Jiang Banxia dares to make some small moves, Nanyang might really want to kill her.

Sun Xuxue knows that Nanyang’s bones have the hostility of people from the rivers and lakes, but she has been able to curb those hostility very well and has learned how to respect everyone equally. . In the past, it wasn't that such a lack of eyesight fell in love with her, and she had to follow her eagerly and refused to go, but she had never had any radical behavior, at most she ignored people. After a long time, the suitor asked himself to be boring and gave up.

But there has never been a person like Jiang Banxia who has caused serious obstacles on the road between them. Because of Jiang Banxia, ​​the time they met was delayed for six years. Nanyang waited for three thousand years, but it was just waiting for decades of staying in this last life. Every day wasted, it was equivalent to staying together with little and light joy. How could Nanyang have no resentment?

Until now, she found Nanyang again, and Nanyang still didn't care about her. As long as she didn't get close to herself, she could not blame Jiang Banxia for the **** things she did. Jiang Banxia remained unresolved, and once again tried to leave Nanyang with this inferior method. It is no wonder that Nanyang was angry and gave the final warning in an extreme way.

Even so, she still didn't really hurt her life.

The result now is the ultimate benevolence.