A heavy rain, like such a storm, covered the entire Xicheng District.

Looking at the raindrops that formed a line, Bai Yiman silently lit a cigarette, and the smoke that exhaled out was disrupted by such a drifting heavy rain before it took shape, she flicked the cigarette ash, she knew what day it was, the last day left by the history of the Xicheng District where the man was.

But as for whether this day will be recorded in this cruel history and never fade, she doesn't know, and she doesn't want to know.

On the other side, Xicheng Cemetery, this threshold is not so high that even a small people in Dousheng can't afford to die, so what is buried here is more just some small people, but it is precisely because of this that this place will always give people an inexplicable feeling of chilling back, maybe what is solidified in the air here is not only the resentment left by those poor people, but also the ambition that has not blossomed.

Only a person who has gone through those hard years will understand what kind of torture this kind of unwillingness is.

Li Panruo walked down the steps quickly, and finally saw a woman who had a little difficulty going up the steps under such a heavy rain, and he hurriedly greeted him.

Han Pengyi, who was carefully guarding behind Wu Ying, saw Li Banruo who came down in a hurry, although he hadn't seen him for a few years, he still clearly remembered what this kid looked like.

"Uncle Han, Aunt Wu. Li Panruo shouted.

Wu Ying stopped, looking at Li Banruo, whose voice sounded a little hoarse, maybe it was an illusion, and she left to see Li Banruo again these days, she always felt that the child she had watched grow up became a little strange, and her face may have become thinner because of her haggardness, but her eyes were like a different person, and she no longer had the restlessness that she had all the time, but became extremely calm.

Han Pengyi nodded slightly, but Wu Ying was just silent.

Li Panruo looked at Wu Ying's silence, his expression slowly became bitter, he stopped in front of Wu Ying, and hung his head silently, like a child who had done something wrong, he muttered: "Aunt Wu, I'm sorry, I still didn't save the Ninth Master in the end......"

Wu Ying noticed that she had lost her mind, she looked at Li Banruo, who had fallen into deep self-blame, slowly stretched out her hand that was already a little rough, stroked Li Banruo's cheek and said: "Aunt Wu didn't blame you, I know you have done your best, Praruo, don't blame yourself too much, life and death, grievances and grievances, where will there be a consummation." ”

Wu Ying also knew in her heart that the sadness in Li Panruo's heart had not weakened in the slightest compared to her.

Li Banruo felt the hand touching his cheek, although even his fingers were a little rough, but he could feel the unusual warmth from this hand.

"Let's go up and see him one last time. Han Pengyi said with his big belly in his hands in his pockets.

Li Panruo nodded silently, then turned around and led Wu Ying onto the steps leading to the highest point of the cemetery.

This is not a big project, more than a dozen men put on the soil after a while, it only took ten minutes, but they buried such a life, for Ma Wenrou, who knew how this man spent this life, she just felt ironic.

"The history of Xicheng District will remember him. Zhou Tieshan said at this time.

Everyone was speechless, and perhaps no one could take such a sentence, because whether this city remembered this man or not, no one said.

The heavy rain was still falling, everyone was soaked, but they didn't complain, even Zhou Tieshan and Liu Qingsong, who were already old, were silently drenched in this rain, although everyone came to this funeral for some purpose, but if they abandoned everything, this man was also worth it.

Hejing leaned down and placed the portrait in front of the tombstone, a bouquet of calla lilies that had already been scattered by the heavy rain was placed in front of the portrait, she looked at the smiling face on the black and white photo, her shoulders were trembling slightly, and she choked.

Liu Ameng looked at the woman who was crying suddenly, turned his head unbearably, turned his back to everyone, and also kept wiping his face, and he didn't know whether his tears were because of the sadness of the death of the ninth master, or because of the heartbreaking Hejing.

Chuangzi took a deep breath, how could he not understand the heaviness in Hejing's heart, he turned his head and happened to see Li Banruo who stepped on it again, and when he noticed the woman behind Li Panruo, he couldn't help shouting: "Aunt Wu." ”

In front of the tombstone with the only sound of raindrops, everyone looked in the direction that Chuang Zi was looking at, and what appeared in this finale was not a shocking figure crying ghosts and gods, but an ordinary woman.

Liu Qingsong's face was playful, rubbing the dragon head crutch in his hand, as if he had thought of something, and then sighed, and muttered in an extremely weak voice: "Wei Jiu, did you create evil, or did such a river and lake create evil?"

"Who?" asked Liu Xianxiang in a whisper in Liu Jincheng's ear.

Liu Jincheng shook his head silently, it seemed that he didn't know, or he didn't plan to tell Liu Xian such a long story, but the fat man standing at the end with a big belly, he knew what a person he needed, Han Pengyi, who was once the most capable of fighting under Wei Jiu's hands, if he felt that this guy was harmless just because of his size, then it would be a big mistake.

Zhou Tieshan also showed a somewhat dignified expression, although he didn't know the identity of this woman who looked nearly fifty years old, but for the fat man who carefully protected this woman at the end, he knew very well that he used to be a big coffee in Xicheng District, so no matter how inconspicuous this woman was, no one dared to underestimate it under the backdrop of Han Pengyi.

As for Chen Can, he didn't know anything about the last few people who came, but through everyone's expressions, he could certainly detect that the background of these two men and one woman was definitely not simple.

"She followed him, and still came. Perhaps the person who knows that woman best at the scene is her, Ma Wenrou said in a voice that only she could hear, but at this time she slowly turned her head to look at Bai Jing's tombstone on the side of Wei Jiu's tombstone, it seems that such a scene, whether it is for the living or the dead, is a little too cruel.

"People are dead, and they are tortured to this point, this God, is it true that sometimes he closes his eyes?" Xue Monkey slowly squatted down, the raindrops fell with his cheeks, he was a little disheartened, this cold raindrop seemed to not only hit his face, but also hit his heart.

"Comfort is reserved for the dead, and our only purpose in living is to keep accepting the pain, and then climb in the process. Ma said softly to Xue Monkey.

And in the end, although he was cold all over his body, Abin, who was feeling hot and painful all the time, looked at this woman who had always been kind and smiling on weekdays, and felt a little cramping in his heart, maybe guessed the relationship between this woman and Wei Jiu, he remembered the letter, and he slowly clenched his fists.

In front of everyone's eyes, this ordinary woman had an indifferent expression, although all of them were staring at her well-known big names in Xicheng District.

She walked past the crowd, past the tombstone engraved with Wei Jiu's wife, this nameless, abandoned, forgotten, betrayed, almost never got woman standing in front of his tombstone, looking at the portrait on the black and white frame.

It seems that he is always so selfish, so selfish that she can't hold back her tears, she remembers, he who betrayed her at that time, turned his head and asked her indifferently, if he died, would he shed another tear for him.

She shook her head.

At that time, he shook his head in the same way, saying that she lied to him.

Therefore, the story of a stupid woman, and then met a man who was too smart, and it seems that there will not be a good ending with the story of these two conditions.

She remembered that he had said that he had to die first, because he couldn't watch her leave first.

Everything is a prophecy, only the agreement she made with him in that small rental house has not been fulfilled so far, this is what this Jianghu gave him, and this Jianghu gave her.

Han Pengyi was behind Wu Ying, he was afraid that she would not be able to bear this huge sadness and suddenly collapse, but he didn't dare to look directly at his face on the statue, he was afraid that he would be the first to lose control.

"Little Hanzi, Sister Wu is fine. She whispered suddenly, and then silently left his tombstone and stopped beside Ma Gentle.

Ma Wenrou looked at her for a moment, no one said anything, Ma Wenrou knew very well, Wu Ying recognized her at first sight, as if she recognized Wu Ying at first sight.

"Say a few words to him, don't worry about anything, say everything in your heart, let him go in peace. Ma gently wiped the raindrops from the corners of her eyes, and then said to everyone, she knew that she should give this man a break, everything that could come came, and those who couldn't come couldn't come.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally Liu Qingsong was the first to take this step, he walked to the tombstone like this, holding the dragon's head crutch with one hand, and holding the tombstone with the other hand, he leaned down and muttered to the tombstone: "In the end, you took such a step, so I won't make friends with you, because you are always so cunning." Although now the entire Xicheng District thinks that you Wei Jiu has lost, but I know very well, you won, you won very thoroughly, and now the new order that represents you has been established, and you have also found a good home for yourself, although there will be no descendants to praise you as a hero, but you will not care about these things, but in the end, from your point of view, are you still losing?"

After speaking, Liu Qingsong slowly straightened his waist, he glanced at Wu Ying, sighed, and then left silently.

This man has lived as a loser in the eyes of most people, but he has become a winner in the eyes of Liu Qingsong, but in his own eyes, he has lost.

In the final analysis, he won the rivers and lakes, but lost his life.