The next afternoon, Yi Xuan, who was busy, saw Luo Feiyan, who was not good-looking, going straight to President Wu's office, but stopped at the door, and when she reached out and knocked on the door a moment later, a gentle smile had already appeared on her face. のの

Yixuan pretended not to see anything and lowered her head to tap on the keyboard, but she knew in her heart that Luo Feiyan must have come for Jiang Feng's transfer, she mentioned it to Mr. Wu this morning, but she didn't expect Mr. Wu to do it so quickly.

In fact, she didn't understand why Luo Feiyan wanted to keep Jiang Feng, if according to what Jiang Feng said, he didn't know more than her, then what reason did Luo Feiyan have for him to stay

Yixuan covered her eyes with her hands to relieve the discomfort caused by looking at the computer for a long time, and heard a faint dispute from Mr. Wu's office, of course, the dispute only belonged to Luo Feiyan, and it was always impossible for the gentle Wu to speak loudly.

Yi Xuan sighed in his heart, he was different from Luo Feiyan, usually other people, how could he allow someone to make a loud noise to him.

Luo Feiyan, who rushed out of the door, glanced at Yixuan angrily, turned to leave, Yixuan smiled, Luo Feiyan didn't wronged herself by putting this account on her head.

A week later, Jiang Feng reported to the head office, and specially turned to Yixuan's office to greet her, Mr. Wu happened to call her, and Yixuan hurriedly told Jiang Feng a few words, "Don't think about Mr. Luo's side anymore, work here with peace of mind." ”

"Mr. Wu, you look for me"

"The day after tomorrow, I'm going to sweep the grave and help me order flowers. ”

A gentle sentence froze Yi Xuan in place.

Shu Yue, Qu Huan, another year has passed.

Shu Yue is dead.

Qu Huan died.

However, Shu Yixuan is still alive.

This alternation of life and death is presented in front of her in such a tragic way.

Rest in peace, all of you.

I'm trying to get you justice.

I will live well and live up to your life and death.

It seems that this special day stimulated her, and when she went to work the next day, she took the opportunity of the manager of the finance department to submit the report, Yixuan casually mentioned the problem of the yin and yang account books of Zeyu Logistics Company, and Mr. Wu smiled and did not answer her words, she immediately stopped continuing the topic.

Under the temptation, she began to suspect that either Wu always knew that Zeyu Logistics Company was making false accounts, or she was too accommodating and indulged Luo Feiyan and didn't want to embarrass her.

But both possibilities bore bad signs for Yixuan.

Some things have to be planned separately.

Early the next morning, Yixuan went to the flower shop to pick up two bunches of flowers ordered the day before, a large bouquet of lilies and a large bouquet of white chrysanthemum.

She originally thought that she couldn't find an excuse to go to the cemetery on the day of her death this year, so she wanted Mr. Wu to help her put the bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of Qu Huan's tomb, she even thought of the reason for the explanation, but she didn't expect Wu Rongzhi to directly signal her to get in the car and go along.

When they arrived at the cemetery, it was still early, but Yixuan saw the familiar Mercedes-Benz in the parking lot, the car that originally belonged to her.

She was suddenly suffocated and unable to breathe, and she saw him.

Yu Xuan.

She hides in her heart, thinking about Yuxuan all the time.

Through the open window, he could be seen sitting in the driver's seat, staring intently at every car that came in and out, carefully watching the people who got out of the cars.

She immediately understood that he was looking for her, just as he knew the heavy meaning that this day contained for her, so he came here to find her.

There was a grim look on his soft face, his peach blossom eyes were as deep as a pool of peach blossoms at this time, his thin lips were pursed, and his left hand rested on the fully open window frame of the car and supported his chin to watch the people coming and going outside the car.

When he saw a car driving into the parking lot, he followed his gaze and retracted his gaze in disappointment when he saw a man get out of the car.

In the car, Yixuan's face was calm, and after handing the big bunch of lilies to Wu Rongzhi, he handed the bouquet of white chrysanthemums to Wu Rongzhi very seriously, and said, "Help me put it in front of Mrs. Wu's grave." ”

Feeling Wu Rongzhi's puzzled eyes looking at her, she added, "Although I have never met, I should pay tribute to the people that the boss cares about." ”

After speaking, he solemnly put the bouquet of white chrysanthemums into Wu Rongzhi's hand again and said, "Thank you." ”

After Wu Rongzhi got out of the car with two bouquets of flowers, she turned her head again to look at the familiar figure not far from the car window.

Time stopped, everything around him faded, and only his figure was in his eyes.

Tears slipped down drop by drop.

For Qu Huan, who is separated by life and death, and also for Yu Xuan, who is close to the end of the world.

The silent cry turned into a low sob, and slowly turned into a silent cry.

She lowered her head, let her long hair cover her face, bent down and buried her head between her knees, ignoring the presence of Yuan Yong in the front row, and cried loudly.

Her sister Qu Huan is buried in the cemetery not far away, but she can't remember it openly.

Her lover, Yu Xuan, was sitting in the car not far away, looking for her, but she couldn't recognize him.

The helplessness of life.

Her helplessness.

Who understands

seemed to have a feeling, just when Yixuan raised his eyes from the mourning and crying to look at the figure outside the car again, his blurred teary eyes clearly saw Yu Xuan suddenly turn his head to stare at her, and then he opened the car door and got out of the car, and walked over to her side step by step.

Yuan Yong, who was in the driver's seat, suddenly said to her, "I'll go down and smoke a cigarette." ”

He opened the car door, leaned against the side of the car and lit the cigarette in his hand.

Yu Xuan was stunned for a moment when he saw Yuan Yong getting off the car, looked at the car a few more times, and turned back to the car in disappointment.

Yi Xuan looked at his back, feeling the pain of his heart being cut by a blunt knife.

This is the punishment she deserves.

It was she who made him sad.

When he returned to Jiangcheng to reunite with him, he vowed to do everything he could to give him the best and happiest life.

However, reality always deviates from her original vision.

She has always wanted to spend all her four years by his side, and she also wants to hold all the good things in the world in front of him and pay him.

However, they always miss and forget, and she always brings danger and harm to him.

She had tried to correct the trajectory of the deviation, but it was all in vain, the cycle of missing and forgetting was always repeating between her and Yu Xuan, and danger and injury always followed him with her appearance.

Since everything can't be changed, then use her way to seek justice for Qu Huan and Yu Xuan, who once had amnesia, before she leaves.

The car door opened, Wu Rongzhi sat in, looked carefully at the tears on her face, and asked softly, "What's wrong"

"It's just a touch of the scene. She replied lightly, and then fell asleep on the back of the car, before her eyes were finally closed, the car just drove out of the gate of the cemetery, and the man standing sideways at the door to let the car pass was not Ling Hui

Ling Hui already knew that it wasn't her in the cemetery, so did he still appear in the cemetery today to look for me

Today, her lover and friends had arrived, and they were all looking for her traces, and she suddenly wondered if her insistence was really correct

Yixuan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, and continued to pretend to sleep.