The only son of Kang's Group, the noble son born with a golden key, when has he ever been so low-key?

His hands, apart from eating, dressing and bathing, what can be replaced by a servant?

For Tong Jia, in order to be responsible for her, he gave up the superior living environment, gave up the golden house full of gold, and struggled alone in this small town, wronging himself for a woman who didn't know where to come.

Maybe this kind of anger, who is put on it, no one can stand it?

That tattoo, that mark, Feng Jie knows some of the reasons, and even understands a little bit of the meaning of that tattoo.

There is a black moon hidden in a sun, and the darkness in the sun, this kind of dark meaning, the dark mark hidden in the heart, is a woman who does not want to tattoo it, and she actually tattoos it in an obscure part, this is a woman who hides a story.

Kang Yi may not know the beginning of the story, Kang Yi knows the process of the story, and at the end of the story, they are paying tribute.

"Lao Feng, do you know Tong Jia? Have you understood her?" Kang Yi looked at the cigarette butt that had been smoked, the blackened cigarette butt was no longer useful, and his face was black, waiting for the fate of discarding.

Carefully pondering the cigarette butt in his hand, it was peeled away by the wind layer by layer, and the gray ash slowly drifted away with the wind, and finally only the black cigarette butt was left with his eyes closed in despair, obeying the destiny of heaven.

Hearing that Kang Yi wanted to solve the secret of his heart, he sighed, raised his head, looked at the sky that was gradually becoming darker, and listened to the wind whispering softly from his ears, the graceful figure flew away gently, and Feng Jie waited quietly for Kang Yi to speak.

He didn't interrupt, he didn't express his opinions, he just quietly listened to what he said without a word, and listened to the melancholy in his heart slowly.

A man hides all the things in his heart, or forbears, or buries, or escapes, then these things are unspeakable pain, and the pain that can be said is not real suffering, only those real sufferings can overwhelm people's hearts.

"I have lived with her for so many years, she is so perfect with a mask, she is so beautifully disguised day by day, it can be said that it is seamless, virtuous, gentle, intellectual, open-minded, positive, optimistic, etc., it is all fake. Kang Yi sneered self-deprecatingly, and said the resentment in his heart with some sadness and indignation.

"Lao Kang, how to disguise if you don't like it, it's so much love that you are afraid, so you can disguise it so thoroughly?" Feng Jie objectively argued.

"Is this love? This kind of love is so deformed, I don't dare to take it, and I can't bear it. Kang Yi finally dropped the cigarette butt in anger, raised his foot to extinguish it, quickly pulled out a cigarette, and continued to smoke.

Mouthfuls of white smoke were lightly spit out, and a cold cold light shot out from the slightly closed eyes, shocking the surrounding dust that resisted the advance, and venting the unhappiness in his heart.

"Can you say that Tong Jia doesn't love you?" Feng Jie retorted weakly.

The word love is too sacred, too proud, love and not love, people who are in it and don't know it, are everywhere.

Feng Jie, who is a person in the bureau and a person in the bureau, seems to have seen through it, and he doesn't seem to understand, wandering ambiguously.

"I admit that she loves me, but is it interesting for her to deceive her love like this?" Kang Yi sneered helplessly, and looked at Feng Jie with hatred in his deep eyes, which was a kind of grief and indignation after seeing through right and wrong, and despair.

"What did she deceive?" Feng Jie asked even more puzzled.

He knows that Kang Yi is a person, you can use him, but the reason must be reasonable and well-intentioned, you can't trample on his self-esteem at will, and more importantly, you can't violate the bottom line of morality.

But the person who can use him has not yet appeared, maybe Ning Bing'er is one, the woman he really wants her to use so far.

"I have a mental cleanliness fetish, do you know what a mental cleanliness is?" Kang Yi said weakly.

"Yes, you can also say that you don't understand, you say. Feng Jie sighed and said slowly.

Seeing that Kang Yi kept frowning, constantly lamenting and taking deep breaths, he knew that Tong Jia had hurt him, and the injury was very deep, and the separated wound had not healed, and it was still bleeding, falling to the ground drop by drop, pulling away from his body and mind.

"Tong Jia's identity is not the simple and kind girl she seems on the surface, she is a surrogate woman who has become a core member of the dark organization through various means, has killed people, sold meat, and made chickens, do you know these things?" Kang Yi looked at Feng Jie with resentful eyes, and kept weighing it in his heart, pondering, can these secrets be said?

His eyes kept rolling, thinking, pondering, and thinking about how to explain it clearly, Feng Jie saw through it but didn't say it thoroughly, quietly waiting for him to speak, even if he finally swallowed it back into his stomach, he understood.

Kang Yi is a man who can hide things to the death and not let people see or guess, and the resentment he shows today has been an extreme manifestation of so many years.

"Lao Feng, there is something beautiful, let him always be in your heart, don't say it, let's go, Tong Jia is a poor woman, she is gone, don't discuss it anymore, let her rest in peace." Kang Yi finally digested all his emotions by himself, said lightly, and returned to the calm and calm man.

One second he was still roaring with resentment, and the next second he was immediately gentle and elegant like a person, this kind of emotional control is really incredible.

Kang Yi, are you a god?

"Huh?" Although Feng Jie was able to accept Kang Yi's transformation, he still couldn't react to this sudden change, he looked at him with wide eyes in horror, and he couldn't react at all, so he saw Kang Yi get up and prepare to leave.

"Ah, what, let's go, do you still want to stage Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai here, turn into a butterfly in the world, and stay and fly together?" Kang Yi's mood immediately changed, and he joked with Feng Jie wittily.

What's in this man's brain?

Brain teasers don't turn like this? So fast?

In the end, Kang Yi chose not to say it, buried all the truth in his heart, and would rather his brother hate him for the rest of his life.

Tong Jia, a woman, disappeared forever from the world as the figures of these two men left.

The tombstone behind him simply reads:

Thousands of miles away, Si Jun's Qing:

The world is long, you can know that I am excellent;

Tong Jia's Tomb!

The tombstone inscription is extremely simple, especially contains special emotions, although there are no vows that come alive and dead, and it is not as explicit as Kang Yi's affection, at least, Kang Yi gave Tong Jia a not obvious confession.

This belated confession will forever be engraved on the tombstone, and it will disappear in the sea of people in the wind and rain.

As twilight fell, Kang Yi and Feng Jie walked out of the cemetery, and while they were talking, Bing'er secretly peeked at that special man.

After a long talk, the two of them had no intention of paying attention to everything around them, only Bing'er, who was hiding in the shadows, always felt that there would be new discoveries in Tong Jia's burial, and they kept guarding it.

She's finally there!