Cemetery

The day of March is a season of spring flowers and green trees, and it is a season of hope and warmth, but today's weather is misty and rainy, but the sky is very clean and suddenly seems so lonely.

Yan Haotian strictly chose a place next to the cemetery where Xue'er was placed back then, perhaps he thought that this was also strictly expected......

The black pressure of the group, the face was extremely heavy, it seemed that the air was flowing with longing and pain, and everyone in Lin Rao was depressed and breathless......

The air was very humid, and everyone's hair was a little wet; Yan Haotian stood at the front, Yan Jiaren supported Yan Qiming behind him, and Youmi stood with Yan Haotian; he squatted down and took out a photo from his arms and pasted it on the tombstone, looking at the cheerful and sunny big man who was smiling on it, moistened his eyes, raised his hand and gently stroked the handsome silhouette, and couldn't help choking gently......

At this moment, it is inevitable to say that God is jealous of talent, how could such a kind, handsome and optimistic, perfect man be willing to take his life? Xue'er thought that when they first met, it was he who saved himself in order to relieve himself, and then he met and cherished each other, he saved himself from danger again and again, and now he lost his life to save himself.

Listening to Yan Jiaren's heart-wrenching cry, she really tore in her heart, and her heart will never be complete from now on......

Yan Qiming's shoulders trembled slightly, his eyes were gray, like stagnant water full of sludge, chaotic.

Yan Haotian had a gloomy face, his eyes were slightly red, and he tried his best to endure the sadness in his heart, no matter how much pain he had, he could bear all the sharp horns and sharp blades with a quiet side face, this is him Yan Haotian!

The vision slowly blurred, the heart was also very heavy, the tears that broke the embankment poured down, Xue'er slowly stepped forward and slowly put the bouquet in his hand in front of the tombstone, looking at the handsome person on it hooked the corners of his mouth, 'Although your parting smile is only a short moment, but it will always leave an eternal imprint in my heart, I will always put it in the memories of my thoughts, real and clear...... In the end, the most painful thing is not that you can't get it, but that you can't give it up;

Floating life is shallow, and it must be goodbye in the end;

Suddenly, Xue'er realized that he had really lost him......

On the way home, Xue'er collapsed for a long time, and her broken heart made her no longer dare to be proud and willful.

Luo Xuan looked at the painful blood and shook his head helplessly.

"Young grandma, the young master asked us to send you back to the other courtyard first, and the young master will come back after dealing with the follow-up matters. ”

"I want to go back to Lin's house, where there is something I urgently need. ”

Luo Xuan looked at the blood in the rearview mirror with some embarrassment, he made a mistake last time and caused the second young master to lose his life, this time he ......

"It's okay, you tell Yan Haotian directly, if you don't send me, I will call a car back. ”

Luo Xuan didn't dare to be too tough when he saw Xue'er's tough attitude, so he had to agree to turn around and drive in the direction of the Lin family.

"You go back first, I want to be alone. Xue'er threw a sentence at Luo Xuan when he got out of the car.

Luo Xuan looked at Xue'er's emaciated back and didn't know what to say, so he hurriedly took out his mobile phone, "Young master, young grandma insists on going back to the Lin family, I can't stop it." ”

Yan Haotian listened to the phone and thought for a moment, at this time, it was safe for her to have Leng Xiaofeng to take care of her in the Lin family, "Got it." ”

"Miss......" Mama Zhang looked at the emaciated blood, her eyes were full of distress.

"Zhang's mother. Xue'er said hello to Zhang's mother stiffly, and walked upstairs with a dejected look. Mother Zhang looked at Xue'er's sad back and sighed anxiously, she turned around and went to the kitchen, ready to stew a bowl of tea for Xue'er.

In the evening, Leng Xiaofeng came back from outside, and when he was changing shoes in the entrance, he saw Xue'er's shoes, and when he was hesitating, Mama Zhang came to Leng Xiaofeng and looked at Leng Xiaofeng with a sad face.

"Mom Zhang, what's wrong?"

"Young Master Leng, Miss has been back for an afternoon, she has locked herself in her room without eating or drinking, and she won't come out, I will ignore her warm tea, go and take a look." ”

Leng Xiaofeng looked at the direction upstairs and sighed lightly and nodded at Zhang's mother, "I know, is there any porridge prepared?"

"Yes, yes, I'm ready. Zhang's mother trotted to the kitchen.

Leng Xiaofeng took off his coat, opened the buttons of his sleeves and pulled up the crook of his arm, and then took a bowl of porridge and a chicken soup brought by Zhang's mother, "Young master, if Miss doesn't drink porridge, please advise her to give her that chicken soup to drink, she has lost a lot of weight and has just been injured." ”

Leng Xiaofeng nodded, "Mother Zhang, go and rest, don't wait." Saying that, Leng Xiaofeng took the porridge in his hand and drank chicken soup upstairs.

"Knock knock......" Leng Xiaofeng knocked on the door for a long time and didn't respond, he leaned his ear on the door and listened carefully to the sound in the room, but there was no sound at all.

Leng Xiaofeng sighed and looked solemn, he must be sad again, turned around and walked into his room, came out in the middle of the night with an extra document bag in his hand, looked at the chicken soup in his hand and looked at the document bag in his hand sighed softly, and continued to knock on the door. "Xue'er, I know you're listening, I have something to do with you and strict in my hand, do you want to see it?"

There was still no sound in the room, but just as Leng Xiaofeng opened his mouth again, the door of the room opened.

Leng Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief, pushed open the door and went in. Xue'er curled up silently on the bed with a depressed face, his arms around his legs, his pale face resting on his knees, his eyes dull without a trace of life, and his face had undried tears.

Leng Xiaofeng put down the food and document bag in his hand and looked at her in distress, and he was very reluctant to see her so sad, he picked up the chair next to him and sat next to her, not knowing how to speak. "Some things have already happened, and you have to learn to accept what you can't change. ”

Xue'er's eyes were hollow, and there was no emotion, but tears would remain. Leng Xiaofeng knew that this was the saddest hurdle in her heart, and no one could overcome it for her, only if she slowly figured it out and figured it out.

"This is the porridge and chicken soup that Zhang's mother cooked for you, you remember to drink it. After speaking, he picked up a document bag next to him and put it beside her, "This is a transfer contract for a pastry shop in country Y, you must take a look." With that, he got up, put the chair back in its place, and gently stepped back.