There are many coincidences in a person's life, some of which make people rejoice, and some of which make people sigh.

On the eve of the Spring Festival, when Jiang Xiangyang took a plane to City C, Jiang Bin died. This coincidence is enough to grieve all Jiang Bin's relatives and friends, and more importantly, it is enough to become Jiang Xiangyang's eternal regret.

Because Jiang Bin died of illness, it is not appropriate for people who died unnaturally in City C to be too loud, not to mention that it was still during the Spring Festival at this time, so Jiang Bin's funeral process was very simple.

Jiang Xiangyang was involved in this process as soon as he got home, and he was so busy that he forgot to be sad and sad, and even forgot that he had lost his father. Sometimes sitting at home, he can't figure out why his father didn't watch the news on time today, and then he suddenly woke up to the fact that his father is no longer in this world, and he has been busy with his father's funeral these days.

After finishing the funeral, everyone in the Jiang family and several people in the Wen family gathered together for a meal, which was regarded as making up for this year's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. During the banquet, everyone reluctantly made a gesture of joy, hoping to add a little luxury to this dull year.

Wen Xun didn't say a word, like Jiang Xiangyang, he didn't know how to pick up vegetables, so he silently ate the rice in his bowl. While eating, Jiang Xiangyang suddenly put down his chopsticks, raised his head and said, "Wen Xun, you come out with me." ”

Wen Xun, who was named by name, didn't make a move, but just stopped eating, and his hand holding chopsticks was still hanging in the air.

She didn't look up.

"What about eating, what are you doing?" Li Fu pulled Jiang Xiangyang's arm and said softly.

Jin Mei persuaded her, "It's okay, their juniors will be bored after eating, let them go." ”

Hearing this, Wen Xuncai put down his chopsticks, got up and followed Jiang Xiangyang out.

Jiang Xiangyang walked very fast, and he didn't care if Wen Xun could keep up. But this area is so familiar that they won't go away with their eyes closed, so it doesn't matter if they can't keep up, Wen Xun knows where he's going by looking at his direction.

They climbed dozens of steps, turned right, and entered a small alley. Jiang Xiangyang stopped and turned back to face Wen Xun.

"Why don't you dare look at me?" Jiang Xiangyang asked her.

"I didn't. ”

"Didn't you?" Jiang Xiangyang felt that his lungs were about to explode, and he stretched out a hand to pinch Wen Xun's face, forcing her to look up at him. However, when he saw her fair face flushed with his ignorance, he felt like a madman with violent tendencies.

He finally let go of his hand, and as soon as he let go of his hand, Wen Xun stopped looking at him again.

"You're like them, you knew about my dad's illness, didn't you? Jiang Xiangyang asked what he had been holding in his heart for the past few days, "Isn't it?"

Wen Xun leaned his back against the wall, and his goose-yellow coat was rubbed with several gray marks. But she didn't care about whether she was clean at this time, and if she didn't lean against the wall, she felt that she couldn't stand steadily.

Her voice trembled a little and she replied, "Yes." ”

"I asked you at that time why you didn't wait for me to come back early, you said that your school does not allow students to live in the dormitory during the holidays, you lied to me, right?"

"Yes. ”

"Wen Xun!" Jiang Xiangyang was extremely angry, but his mind was blank for a while, and he couldn't think of anything to say, so he had to raise his voice and call her name. After shouting, he felt that he was starting to get dizzy, so he also leaned against the wall like Wen Xun.

After calming down a bit, he opened his mouth again, "Wen Xun, my dad doesn't want to tell me because he doesn't want to delay my so-called business, he is that kind of person, I understand." My mom was hiding that I respected my dad's wishes, and I understand. Your parents are hiding it from me because they are my parents' best friends after all, and I understand that. What about you, what position do you stand on to lie to me? Are you my elder? Don't you know what I'm thinking as a junior? Why do you think it's for my good to hide from me, like your elders?

Wen Xun was speechless.

Obviously, she had just made the same decision as everyone else, but at this time she felt that she was extremely wrong-no, she had already begun to feel guilty since Uncle Jiang died a few days ago.

She did just make the same decision as everyone else, but she was Wen Xun, she should make a different decision, she should be unconditionally towards Jiang Xiangyang. She knew Jiang Xiangyang so well, she knew that Jiang Xiangyang would definitely rush back desperately if she knew the news, and she knew how uncomfortable Jiang Xiangyang would be if Uncle Jiang didn't survive, but she still didn't tell him, she still gambled, because she didn't want to accept the fact that Uncle Jiang would die so soon.

But she forgot to wonder if she could afford to gamble.

At that time, Wen Xun, who was facing the difficult problem of "whether to tell Jiang Xiangyang", was like standing at a fork in the road, and it was wrong to go either way. Jiang Xiangyang was right, she had no position to hide from him and deceive him, but Jin Mei was right, she also had no position to break the wishes of Uncle Jiang and Aunt Li and stubbornly call Jiang Xiangyang back.

Either side is wrong.

She chose a seemingly correct path before such a fork in the road where everything was wrong, and then, like everyone else, hurt Jiang Xiangyang.

It's a pity that that kind of guilt and sadness can't be smoothed out by conformity.

Wen Xun stretched out his hand and wanted to put it on Jiang Xiangyang's shoulder, but he threw it away.

He said, "Wen Xun, do you know what it's like for me to come back happily for the New Year and then somehow start my dad's funeral, I feel like I'm two hundred and five." You don't want to delay my work, do you, but I'll tell you, I wouldn't have wanted that song I made during my dad's illness, and I feel sick to the melody of it now, and I'm going to let them abandon it forever when I go back. ”

"Jiang Xiangyang, can you calm down?" Hearing him say this, Wen Xun, who had been following him because of guilt, finally became a little anxious, "I know you are sad, but that is your hard work, Uncle Jiang refused to let you come back in the end because he didn't want to pity your hard work, and now you are going to throw it in vain, are you worthy of Uncle Jiang!"

"You're right, I'm sorry for my dad. Jiang Xiangyang smiled self-deprecatingly, "But, Wen Xun, it's you, it's your concealment that makes me sorry for him, not whether I send or not." ”

Anger can make people powerful, and at this time, Wen Xun felt that the little strength he had just accumulated was all drained at once. She looked at Jiang Xiangyang in silence and said nothing.

And Jiang Xiangyang didn't say anything more, he turned around and left, leaving Wen Xun standing alone in the alley.

After watching Jiang Xiangyang's back completely disappear from sight, Wen Xun slowly squatted down along the wall. The rough walls scratched her beloved coat one after another, but she didn't feel the slightest distress. Warm tears slid down his frozen face, and there was a burning sensation.

Wen Xun regretted it.

She had never regretted any of her decisions so much when she was so old.

Now, she regrets it.