walked to the bedside, stared deeply at Hu Xi's remains, and saw Hu Xi holding yesterday's bottle of red nail polish in his hand, and said in a trembling voice: "You all go out, let me stay alone with her for a while." ”

Half a minute later, all the people in the ward went out, leaving only Bian Xuedao to stand alone by the bedside.

Hearing the sound of the door closing behind him, looking at Hu Xi, whose face on the hospital bed was calm and peaceful, and looking at Hu Xi's red nails and the nail polish bottle held in the palm of his hand, Bian Xuedao couldn't hold back anymore, and tears fell like rain in an instant.

Hu Xi is dead!

Not only did he retire at the most beautiful time, but he also passed away at the most beautiful time.

Bian Xuedao never thought that one day he would cry for this woman, but here and now, he found that the sadness in his heart was so strong that he couldn't help himself, and he even had to cover his mouth with his hands to keep himself from crying.

Huxi ......

She didn't hold her beloved jade pendant, she held the bottle of nail polish that Bian Xuedao painted her nails with until she died, and its central meaning can be seen by the sun and the moon.

Maybe when she asked Bian Xuedao to help her paint her nails, she already knew that her time was coming, and she didn't ask Bian Xuedao to accompany her on her last journey, but tried to leave a thought for herself.

In the middle of the night, when she came to the end of her life, she used the small bottle in her hand as a bond, deeply missing the person who had put nail polish on her.

After all, Hu Xi gave his sincerity to Bian Xuedao.

She told Bian Xuedao in this way that the biggest regret in her world is him, he cares about him the most, and he is the most reluctant.

Starting with the lighter and ending with the lighter.

As if afraid that Bian Xuedao would forget her, she engraved her name on the lighter, with four simple letters - not that you love me, but that you remember that I appeared in your life.

Hu Xi did it!

Bian Xuedao is not a particularly emotional person, there are very few people who can make him cry, and there are only a handful of people who can make him cry like today.

When the uncle died, Bian Xuedao never cried like this.

When Zhu Haishan died, Bian Xuedao never cried like this.

At that time, no matter how sad he was in his heart, there were not as many memories in his mind as Hu Xi.

On the hospital bed, Hu Xi's face was frozen forever, but the memories were vivid.

Just 12 hours ago, she was like a little girl, "giggling" and laughing.

Twelve hours ago, she leaned on Bian Xuedao's shoulder and said, "I'll sing you a song."

12 hours ago, she said to Bian Xuedao, "The more you understand me like this, the more reluctant I am to leave."

12 hours ago, the two sang together "I have to wait in the next life, and then step on the beginning of each other's story......"

More than a day ago, she said to Bian Xuedao: "I want to go home, you can send me home...... Okay, I remember you, I'll be a good woman in the next life, and then I'll go to you......"

More than two days ago, she said to Bian Xuedao: "I thought I was an uneducated and not very serious in your eyes......"

Anthomaniac!

Flower!

Bian Xuedao looked up and looked at the calla lily on the windowsill.

The calla lily in the vase has withered at some point, dried up, devoid of moisture, and lost its color.

The face is like a flower, one eye of flowers blooms, one eye of flowers falls.

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In the early hours of September 26, doctors at St. Paul's Hospital pronounced Hu Xi dead.

In the morning, Zhu Shisan and Jin Yajing accompanied Chen Ying and asked St. Paul's Hospital to send Hu Xi's death certificate to the Canadian Embassy in China.

At the same time, Bian Xuedao called Zhu Zhichun and asked Zhu Zhichun to discuss personal favors with his fifth uncle Zhu Tiange, who was in charge of North American affairs, to find a relationship with the Zhu family who could speak in the Canadian Embassy in China, and to apply for a visa for Hu Xi's family to attend the funeral in Canada as soon as possible.

With the death certificate issued by a regular Canadian hospital and the promotion of the Zhu family, it only took two and a half days to get the passports and visas of Hu Xi's mother and aunt.

It is rare for Bian Xuedao to open his mouth once, and he wishes his family to send Buddha to the west.

Finding that Hu Xi's mother's physical condition was very poor, Zhu Tiansheng arranged a Gulfstream G550 for the two, equipped with medical staff on the plane, and boarded the plane from Shanghai and flew directly to Vancouver.

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There are two options in Canada, burial and cremation, and the family can choose it, but the difference is only in the cost.

Hu Xi's mother originally wanted to be buried, and wanted her eldest daughter to be buried in peace.

However, in the end, according to what Hu Xi said to his sister Chen Ying before his death, he chose to be cremated and then buried at sea.

When Hu Xi's last words were announced, Chen Ying cried and said, "My sister ...... The night before, she told me that she had no husband and no children, only an old mother and a younger sister who lived in China all the year round...... Buried in Canada, no one came to sweep her grave...... And bury her alone in a foreign country, she is afraid of being bullied by the neighbors around her......"

When Hu Xi's mother heard this, she slapped Chen Ying while crying and said, "She's your sister...... She's your sister...... You're both meat that fell from me...... You can't just tell her and you...... You can't tell her you're gone, and your children can sweep her grave......"

Chen Ying let her mother beat her, crying and saying, "Mom, I told you...... I did...... But my sister ......"

Hu Xi's mother suddenly beat her heart and cried, "I'm sorry for her...... I'm not a good mother...... I didn't give you a full family...... Didn't give you a happy childhood...... Brook...... We don't bury at sea...... You're afraid of others bullying you...... Mom came down to accompany you...... Mom is buried next to you......"

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Hu Xi's funeral was simple.

She didn't have any relatives, only her mother, her half-sister, and an aunt attended the funeral.

She didn't have any friends, and at the funeral, she was considered a friend, only Bian Xuedao, Lin Xianghua, and a white neighbor couple who practiced Pilates one-on-one.

There are no lovers, no children, more than 30 years of people in the world, walking very lonely, thanks to more than 10 people from the Jin family, the scene was supported a little.

At the funeral, the white-haired Lin Xianghua and Bian Xuedao looked at each other and nodded, both resentful.

Bian Xuedao already knew that after learning that Hu Xi was seriously ill, Lin Xianghua successively took out more than 3 million yuan to donate money in the name of Hu Xi to do good deeds, build temples to accumulate merits, and pray for Hu Xi to increase his longevity, which can be traced to 3 months ago.

And Lin Xianghua also learned from Chen Ying that in the last few days of Hu Xi's life, Bian Xuedao had been by Hu Xi's side, and it was also in these few days that Chen Ying finally heard her sister's laughter.

In front of the glass outside the cremation room.

Watching Hu Xi's body being pushed into the crematorium, Lin Xianghua suddenly broke down emotionally, and his old tears were rampant.

He patted the glass and cried: "I said that you would help me find a house in Vancouver, that I would move in as a neighbor next year, that I would hire you to send me to the end, why did you walk ahead of me? You are gone, and I don't even have anyone to talk to...... I've actually always wished you were my daughter...... I took your money because I wanted to give you a dowry when you got married......"

Not far from Lin Xianghua, Bian Xuedao, who was also standing in front of the glass, looked straight at the iron door of the furnace where Huxi was cremated, his eyes were empty.

Although the information about Hu Xi's death has long been included in the information area of the brain, the scene in front of him makes this information extremely clear and cruel.

The shrewd Hu Xi, who likes to express emotions by provoking his eyebrows, is dead.

Hu Xi, the pride of "heirlooms" who want to pass on the "heirloom" from her generation down, died.

In the video, the charming Hu Xi, who chatted with Bian Xuedao without taboos, died.

A shallow smile is like a cold and glamorous Huxi who returns to the earth in spring, and the ice melts and the snow disappears.

This woman no longer exists in the world.

Admittedly, what Hu Xi did in Songjiang was not honorable.

She is pretending to be powerful, she is domineering, she is on the edge of the law, and she is abusive.

She is wrong, but she is not the source of "evil".

It is not she who really disintegrates the balance of social wealth and destroys the rules of the system, just like the outside world calls people like her "white gloves", she is just a pair of gloves, a pair of gloves that can be thrown away or even destroyed when they are used up.

What Hu Xi does, even if she doesn't do it, Zhang Xi, Li Xi, and Chen Xi will do it.

Even if there is no accomplice Hu Xi, the person who should eat meat will continue to eat meat, but another person will drink the soup with him.

Hu Xi served the soup at any cost, only took a few sips, and died suddenly.

Compared with right and wrong, Bian Xuedao felt that Hu Xi was even more pitiful.

However, it doesn't matter whether it's right, wrong, hateful, pitiful or pitiful.

The fire is blazing, no matter how powerful you are, no matter how famous you are, no matter how much you have in your pocket, no matter how beautiful you are, in the end you are just a handful of ashes.

When you come, you are naked, and when you go, there is a wisp of green smoke.

Glory and wealth, ashes!

Love and hate, write off!

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After picking up the ashes, the group did not stop and went straight to the beach.

Jin Yajing hired a yacht to wait at the dock in advance, ready to go to sea for burial.

Hu Xi has no children, no nephews, and her sister Chen Ying held her ashes all the way and cried into tears.

On the way to sea, Chen Ying found Bian Xuedao standing on the bow of the boat looking at the sea, and stopped talking with a look on her face.

Turning his head to look at Chen Ying, he asked, "Do you want to tell me?"

Chen Ying pursed her lips and nodded.

Bian Xuedao said: "Say it, I'm listening." ”

After hesitating for a few seconds, Chen Ying took out something from her jacket pocket and handed it to Bian Xuedao.

Seeing the things on Chen Ying's palm, he was stunned for a moment while learning the Tao - it was the nail polish bottle that Hu Xi was holding in his hand.

The red nail polish in the bottle has been washed clean by Chen Ying, and now the bottle contains an off-white powder.

Retracted the hand that was handed to Bian Xuedao, Chen Ying said with red eyes: "My sister told me that you helped her apply nail polish...... She had been looking at her fingernails beautifully until the pain that night...... My sister clutched this little bottle until she died...... She really likes you......"

"This bottle contains my sister's ashes...... If you think it's taboo, forget it...... What if you ...... Just scatter the ashes in this bottle...... When to send her on her last ride...... I think she must be very happy......"

Bian Xuedao listened, didn't say anything, picked up the small bottle in Chen Ying's palm and held it in the palm of his hand.

After Chen Ying left, there was no one around.

Bian Xuedao unscrewed the nail polish bottle containing Hu Xi's ashes, sealed the mouth of the bottle with his fingers, and whispered to the bottle: "You have always been curious about what the shortcut to my success is, and now I tell you that I am ......"

A minute later, Bian Xuedao let go of his fingers, the bottle mouth went down, and the gray-white ashes poured out and fell to the sea with the wind.

put the empty bottle to his mouth and kissed it gently: "Okay, my biggest secret has been told to you, Hu Xi, we will never see each other again in this life." ”

After speaking, Bian Xuedao threw the vial in his hand into the sea in the distance, with no joy or sadness on his expression.