The fiery fire crackled and scorched Tong Jia's cold remains, smelling the burnt smell of protein being barbecued, and in the entire funeral crowd, the most lost and painful was Feng Jie, who had been holding back tears and sliding down, tilting his head, sniffing his nose, and trying to swallow back the tears in his eyes.

Farewell is a separation without a return date, and it is also a separation without timeliness.

It's just that this time the separation is a farewell between life and death, and there is no possibility of seeing each other again.

A fire, a bottle of oil, a corpse, a match, a bang, a crackling sound of fried meat, instantly made a life disappear forever, and there was no room for return.

Bing'er, disguised as a crematorium worker, wore a mask, tears in her eyes, and wanted to beat herself in disappointment, knowing that things could turn around, but she was still messed up by herself.

In the memory of the previous life, Tong Jia is not only Kang Yi's woman, but also a mysterious figure in the dark organization, she wants to find out and figure it out.

Tong Jia should still have unsolved secrets, she must find out, maybe try to see if she can meet the expected person.

The whole mourning process was very peaceful, there was nothing unusual, all of them were Kang Yi's colleagues, and there was no outsider.

Kang Yi is in Bingcheng, he is a complete stranger, with no relatives and friends, no foundation, few people, and it is normal to be simple.

It's just that the whole process of cremating Tong Jia is too bland, unlike Tong Jia's vigorous life, Bing'er is a little disheartened, is there something wrong with her intuition?

The master of the crematorium handed the urn into Kang Yi's hands, carrying the cold and dark small box, and his heart sank to the bottom, looking down at the box carved from the finest pear blossom wood, which was intricately carved with a phoenix lying on the plane tree.

There is no such good wood in such a small place!

The material of this box is the high-quality pear blossom wood that Kang Yi specially found from the capital, and the carving master is also a carving master invited from the people.

Since I have been a nominal woman for three years before my death, I will enjoy the reputation that the Kang family should give after death.

Although I haven't enjoyed the glory and wealth of Kang Yi in the past three years, I will definitely let you be buried with the etiquette of Mrs. Kang after death, this is the only promise that Kang Yi can give her, and it is also the only thing that Kang Yi can do.

Carrying the heavy urn, Kang Yi's originally calm heart became lost and sad, and he always thought that he had looked down on everything, or that Lin Yiyi's appearance could not be cared about, and it would not matter.

When the box was handed over to Kang Yi, the cold wooden box was on his hot hands, and no matter how he rubbed or covered it, he couldn't get a trace of warmth out of it.

Everyone went to bury Tong Jia with heavy faces, the vast Jinling Mountain was lush, and the neatly combed garden decimal stood solemnly like a warrior to greet every guest in the past.

Whether it is a guest with a hurried face and a tired face, or a guest with melancholy eyes and a sad heart, Xiaoshu still quietly accompanies every guest, watching their joys and sorrows.

The cemetery is a place where there is no smile, no happiness, no sense of relief, no trace of anger, and the people who come here are either crying or grief-stricken, or they are holding the ninja uncomfortably, tears wash away the dissatisfaction in their hearts.

The memorial speech was written very simply, so simple that only Tong Jia's name and age were written, so simple that her past was summarized by an ellipsis, so simple that Kang Yi didn't mention a word about the emotions between them, so it was simply placed on the ground, covered with thick soil, and slept on the ground for a long time, separated from the sky.

The situation between heaven and man is a hurdle that many people can't overcome, and it is also the concern of many people when they are haunted by their dreams. And Kang Yi's face is still calm, and he can't see the joy and sorrow, not that he controls his compassion too much, but for Tong Jia, he has no compassion, and even has a trace of hatred in his heart.

A black figure appeared not far away, wearing sunglasses, wearing a black suit, with a fat waist and a fat body, standing not far away, with Kang Yi to pay tribute to Tong Jia, quietly looking at the direction of the crowd, and silently waiting for the last shovel of loess to cover before leaving.

Ning Bing'er, who acted as a staff member, found this man, his body shape was very familiar, and his temperament was also very familiar, just like the familiar people around him, and the most important thing was that he raised his hand and pulled out his glasses, which was too special.

Although it is only a subtle daily action, bending the index finger to lift the glasses, straightening the index finger and sliding down the bridge of the nose, touching the bridge of the nose back and forth, and finally putting down the hand, such an action is so special.

A person, a regular action, a mantra, this is a habit, but it can reflect a person's unique characteristics.

Who is he?

This action of lifting the glasses is too special, it can't be deliberate, right?

Who the hell is he?

The crowd dispersed, leaving Kang Yi standing next to the tombstone, staring at the tombstone with a blank face.

"Lao Kang, it's a bit too much to write a memorial speech like this. Feng Jie stood behind Kang Yi and looked at him with a more solemn expression.

The evening breeze was a little cool, with the fragrance of the earth, mixed with the fragrance of leaves, and with the miserable cry of a crow, the night completely opened the order of the night, and in the night sky, a patch of orange sliding.

"Lao Feng, come and smoke a cigarette with me. Kang Yi handed the cigarette to Feng Jie and put one in his mouth.

"Pap, pap" lighter pressed twice, and finally lit the fire, put his hands on the fire, tilted his head, leaned up, lit the cigarette on the skin of his mouth, raised his head, looked at the sky and took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke.

Originally thought that Kang Yi had no feelings, and the cold-blooded brother was ruthless, looking at him with tears in his eyes, tilting his head, leaning on the tombstone, and breathing heavily.

The muscles of the chest continue to rise and fall with a series of convulsions, and the blood in the heart is constantly flowing, which is an act of release, wanting to release completely.

"Lao Kang, are you angry with Tong Jia, why would you do things so hastily?" Feng Jie squatted next to Kang Yi and sat on the ground, no matter how expensive the suit on his body was, whether the mud could still be washed.

The crow overhead seemed to understand their conversation, and with another miserable scream, it spread its wings, waved it vigorously, and flew to perch on another tree, turning its glaring eyes to see the injuries of the two men in front of them.

The cool evening breeze slowly blew on them, and Kang Yi, who was already unkempt, let the unkempt hair blow even more messily, and he chose to ignore it.

"Lao Feng, from childhood to adulthood, brother for so many years, when have I been so embarrassed and so unbearable?"

"Lao Kang, I know you are bitter in your heart, if you don't say it, you keep letting me misunderstand like this, is it interesting?" Feng Jie said with reproach and grievance.

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