Forint Cemetery.

The tall man in black bowed, silent, batch after batch, and left after the memorial.

Bouquets of flowers are clustered, and the tombstone is a black and white image outlined by lines.

When the monument was erected, there was no single photo of her, which was copied from one of the few group photos of her.

When the others were gone, there was silence around them.

Ding Yiheng sat on the ground with a plop, took out a cigarette from his black suit, lit one, and rested on the edge of the stone slab in front of the tombstone, white silk swirled on the red spark, and then it was blown away by the wind.

Marlboro black ice, there are popping beads hidden in the cigarette holder, Ding Yiheng bit it with his teeth, took the first puff, and the mouth was instantly filled with a cool mint smell, refreshing and sober, he found that the cigarette was really a good thing, and inhaling it seemed to fill all the emptiness and lack, no wonder she liked it.

The woman's heart was probably missing a large piece, and she could only be filled by this ethereal thing.

Ding Yiheng put his hand down and looked at the tombstone: "Molly, I really want to go back to the United States this time......"

His throat was a little sore, and the tip of his tongue was on his cheeks, and he laughed spontaneously.

Mr. Ji is right, he should be like a gentleman and confess to her earlier. The wind swept up the fallen leaves, the soot fell, and Ding Yiheng raised his head again: "Actually, you know, right? Then I have nothing to say." I also know who you remember in the end, and I'll help you if I can. Molly, rest in peace. “

Ding Yiheng finally told her that Vice President Chen had surrendered.

Although the mine explosion occurred in Myanmar, the victims were Chinese nationals in addition to several Burmese Yankees, Yuan Zhishan, Molly, and several bodyguards. The resources she provided are nowhere to be found, and Chen Jiatang has taken care of everything, including the purchase and placement of explosives and how to operate them, and he admits that he planned the entire explosion by himself. The matter was eventually determined to be deliberate revenge for a private dispute, and a trial was imminent.

On the day Yan Tong went to the detention center, the case had not yet been finally decided, and Chen Jiatang had not been transferred to prison for the time being.

A narrow visitation room with a dark table in between.

Yan Tong asked him, "Do you regret it? If you had gone with me, you would not be like this." “

Chen Jiatang didn't speak, but his expression obviously told her.

"I've got something for you. Yan Tong took it out and showed him, a wave-shaped brooch was still shining, she spread out her palm and said: "If it weren't for this, I wouldn't know you at all, although my dad never promised to help you remake it, but what you want, I would have found it back for you a long time ago." “

Chen Jiatang's eyes froze and he didn't touch it, because Yan Tong didn't know that this was actually the first time he had seen this brooch with his own eyes.

"Help me give it to Ouyang. “

"Give it to her?" Yan Tong's hand trembled: "You went to beg my dad three times back then, just to give it to her?" To this day, Yan Tong can't tell what it's like.

"It's not a send, this one was originally hers. Chen Jiatang crossed his hands in front of his abdomen and lowered his head.

It was the second year he had just arrived at Ji's house.

Chen Jiatang is different from Ji Linchuan, he has respected Ouyang Tengyuan since he was a child, and because of Xiaoyou, he often stays in the house next door, once Ouyang Tengyuan asked him to clean up the attic and deal with some old things, he saw Uncle Ouyang holding a velvet box in a daze, Chen Jiatang thought it was a very important thing, but when he opened it, it was empty.

Ouyang Tengyuan said that there was originally a brooch, which he bought from abroad when Xiao You was just born, and planned to give it to her when she became an adult, but then lost it at some point.

Ouyang Tengyuan sighed, remembering that there had been a thief in the house, and it was estimated that he should have been touched at that time.

Speaking of the origin of the brooch, at that time Yan Gui's reputation had just risen, Ouyang Tengyuan smiled and said that he had a good eye, and he actually bought the master's first work, as if he had unintentionally collected a painting, and after many years, the painter became popular, and the work was naturally valuable.

Later, Ouyang Tengyuan took his daughter to the United States, Ouyang Yuyou and Ji Linchuan had no marriage contract, Chen Jiatang naturally had a thought, he felt that he was not without a chance, and even in front of Ouyang Tengyuan, he thought that he had more advantages than Ji Linchuan, at least Uncle Ouyang had never been cold to him, and these were commonplace for Ji Linchuan.

Chen Jiatang found Yan Gui, and he wanted to find the exact same brooch from the same person.

He wanted Ouyang Tengyuan to know his mind.

But what happens later often backfires.

Now this brooch has long been meaningless for Chen Jiatang.

And the woman in front of him has really done too much for him, Chen Jiatang repeatedly asked her to leave, just because she didn't want one day, she watched him fall to this point, as if she had a premonition, he knew that he would have this day.

Chen Jiatang stared at her, "Tongtong, forget me, in the future, you will treat Chen Jiatang as dead, you have never known this person." “

"It's my business to forget, don't decide for me. “

Yan Tong choked and took a breath, remembering one thing: "Actually, Mr. Ji ...... And didn't forgive me for what I did. “

"He did want to use me to win over my dad to Fansen at first, but then I hardly played much role in Fansen, and he didn't have to be in terms of ability and the position of design manager. He didn't bother with me because of you. Chen Jiatang, Mr. Ji told me a lot of things about you before he went to Myanmar, I can hear that he really treats you as a brother, he makes me believe that you are a good man, Mr. Ji, the reason why he left me is that he hopes that I can continue to accompany you, and he hopes that you can be happy in this life. “

Yan Tong didn't care what he thought, she still had to let him know: "Mr. Ji, he doesn't want you to be involved with the border anymore, yes, your lost right leg can't be separated from him, but Mr. Ji also really wants to make up for you, otherwise he won't give you a power of attorney easily, you should want to get it, because of your manipulation, what is the situation outside now......"

Vice President Fansen Chen went to prison, and after the media reported that it was boiling for a while, casting a shadow on the inside and outside of the company, plus the funds mortgaged by Ji Linchuan's shares, which were invested in the north project and could not be recovered, and the Myanmar jade mine was completely hopeless.

Chen Jiatang's eyes were gloomy, he didn't seem to listen to anything, and today, Yan Tong knew that it was useless to say anything, so that's it, she finally said: "Mr. Ji, he is not much better than you." Chen Jiatang, I will wait for you, and he will no longer be happy. “

After speaking, Yan Tong left the detention center.

Soon the court sentenced Chen Jiatang from the detention center to Xijiao Prison.

He refused to allow anyone to visit.

But a few days later, he took the initiative to ask to see Ji Linchuan.

He waited for many days, Ji Linchuan did not come to see him, Chen Jiatang repeatedly contacted through the lawyer, insisting on asking him to show up, the day Ji Linchuan came, his mental state was not very good, the face outside the soundproof glass was expressionless, Chen Jiatang knocked on the voice to signal him to pick up the microphone and asked him: "How is Xiaoyou?"

Ji Linchuan was silent for a long time, and only said: "She is very good......"

With only these three words, Ji Linchuan never looked at him again, put down the microphone, turned around and left.

Chen Jiatang's microphone fell, and suddenly attached to the cold countertop, crying silently.

At this moment, he confessed that he regretted it, and he had never regretted it like this.

If he could choose, he would rather never come back to life, he would have died in the accident that fell on the reef, first death and then life, it was his fate, and it was also the beginning of his catastrophe.

After Ji Linchuan left the prison, he raced all the way, the sound of the car was like a wailing thorn bird, one by one the cries of exhausting his life, the pain he suppressed in his heart had nowhere to be placed, and the car was like a sharp sword cutting across the long roadside.

Aimlessly facing the wind, he finally came to Koboji Temple.

The old banyan tree in front of the temple was still thick and thick, and the foraging pigeons were walking back and forth, and he looked up at the golden paint of the cornices, and heard the bell ringing in his ears, and the tormented heart finally got a little comfort.

The last time she asked him, "How do you think of being here?"

He said, "Seek peace for you, you who have suffered many calamities." “

There was a bright smile in her eyes, hinting at him that he also believed in gods.

Ji Linchuan raised his feet and walked up the steps step by step.

Crossing the high threshold, he seemed to reappear the scene of kneeling on the futon with her, he lit a lantern for her that day, and he was willing to pray for her safety in all the sensible, absurd, and unspeakable ways in this world.

He walked to the main hall, where the gray wall on the left side was covered with wish signs, which were blown by the wind and rattled, and the long wooden blocks were filled with blessings and visions.

The monks on the side are busy, they want to remove the wish cards that were hung in the past to make room for future pilgrims to pray for blessings.

The scattered wooden plaques were removed one by one and placed on a navy blue cloth, and the monk continued to put them down.

Ji Linchuan didn't look at it, he went straight into the main hall, took incense, lit it, and then his upright figure knelt straight, kowtowing sincerely, and the sun slanted down, enveloping the man who had been maintaining a kneeling posture.

Tears dripped from the smooth ground.

The pilgrims stopped and stopped, all looking at the handsome man with a side face.

After a long time, he finally got up, his kneeling legs were not on the cord, and he walked out tremblingly, and he passed the wishing wall again, as if something was pulling him, his gaze lingered, his gaze lowered, and swept to one of the wooden plaques on the navy blue cloth.

It attracted him to crouch down and look at it because it had a familiar name on it.

Ji Linchuan.

He recognized the handwriting as hers from the wooden sign he had turned over.

His eyes trembled as if they had been burned, and he shivered a little as he stood in the sun, and he reached out in disbelief to pick up the piece from a pile of wooden cards.

The wind and the sun have blown several handwritings.

But she could still read what she had promised.

He pinched the wishing card, almost embedded in the palm of his hand, he didn't know, he didn't know when she hung the sign, was that time?

Was it the one he brought her in?

At that time, he was always testing her, and she wrote these words with such a deep thought.

I saw a ripe brown wooden sign.

Ji Linchuan is below.

Eleven more words.

She wrote: May your heart pass through the years, and the years will be long.

A breeze is blowing.

Like her hand brushing his face......