The scale of this wedding was originally not large, and the people who attended were the most familiar relatives and friends, because Zhong Yuan emphasized that she could not alarm the outside world, although she didn't say anything, but everyone understood that Tang Yuan and Le Yi were not the kind of high-profile people, and it might be their wish.

Tian Panpan cried so much that she lacked oxygen, Duan Chenxi accompanied her to the guest room to rest, Tang Yuan's parents were very old, although this secret marriage was also their wish, but it was inevitable that they would be more sad to see things and people, so they ate a few mouthfuls of food and went to rest, and Zhai Yu took the initiative to take care of them.

Soon there were only a few people left in the living room.

"Come with me for a drink!" Ni Kun picked up the wine glass and said to Zhong Yuan, Zhong Yuan saw that he did not refuse, and also picked up the wine glass.

Xiaoyuan whispered to Cheng Hao: "You drink less, you still have business in the afternoon!"

Cheng Hao nodded to show that he understood, so he drank two glasses with Fu Xianlong and Lou Jie, and then saw Ni Kun and Zhong Yuan drinking together.

As soon as they drank, they didn't know how much was the end, and now they felt uncomfortable and used wine to kill their sorrows.

"Alright. Ni Kun grabbed Zhong Yuan's wrist: "Enough, don't drink anymore." ”

As if electrocuted, Zhong Yuan quickly withdrew his hand and turned his face to the side.

Xiao Yuan looked at her and then at Ni Kun, and suddenly understood something in her heart, but immediately lowered her head.

Everyone just sat like this, no one chatted or spoke, everyone was quietly recalling everything back then, waiting for the time to pass minute by minute, until about four o'clock in the afternoon.

Lou Jie looked at his watch: "It's time." ”

Only then did everyone get up in a daze, Duan Chenxi pulled Tian Panpan, and Zhai Yu helped Tang Yuan's mother out of the guest room.

Ni Kun and Xiang Xiaoyuan also took Tang Yuanhe's urn out of the bedroom, and everyone began to march in the direction of the cemetery.

The cemetery was still solemn, and it didn't seem to be any more lively because of the many people who came. The mausoleum is already located on the highest point of the cemetery, and you can enjoy the view at the foot of the mountain.

As far as the eye can see, there is only a white expanse between the heavens and the earth, and there are sparse buildings in the distance and the occasional train that whistles through it.

The train is like a thin pencil line, slowly separating the sky from the earth.

At this moment, Tang Yuan's mausoleum has been opened, the tombstone has been replaced by a new monument engraved with the names of two people, and the fence and sculpture of white marble stand quietly in the same white and dazzling snow, and the sun has set in the west, pulling everyone's shadow for a long time.

The respected Taoist chief did the work and rearranged the mausoleum according to the old rules, so that the urns of the two were placed side by side.

There was a muffled cry from the crowd, adding to the already oppressive atmosphere a sense of sadness.

Xiang Xiaoyuan took out an envelope from his coat pocket and took out a neatly folded letter from it, on which she and Sword Spirit had written a eulogy for the night.

There are a lot of flowery rhetoric, a lot of sensational words, but they don't think they are appropriate.

They just want to say something from their hearts to these two people, so it doesn't look like a condolence article.

Xiao Yuan took the piece of paper, tried her best to control her emotions, and adjusted it for a long time before her eyes slowly became clear, and she read the words on it word by word in a very soft voice.

"In the past, I went, and the willows were still there. Now I'm here, and it's raining and snowing. Someone once told me that she would definitely come back, and then we waited and waited, but we waited for heaven and earth.

But how is everyone in this world not waiting? Waiting for a promise, waiting for a result, some people waiting for hope, some people waiting for despair, some people waiting for loving others, and some people waiting for being loved. At that time, he was willing to wait for Mr. Tang's confession with us. But in the end, it didn't wait. Because there are so many rules that separate everyone, it may be status, status, money, or health. If Mr. Tang knew that Happy Life was as short as you, would you make a new choice, at least don't run away, don't hesitate to spend every day bravely in love? If you knew that she loved you so much that you could give up your life, would you not have to bear all the pressure yourself.

Mr. Tang, you have thought too much about it, but she actually wants it too simply.

Until death has zeroed everything in, you can finally be together, snuggling up to each other and saying life and death promises.

The reason why we will never abandon this life is because we dare not bet on the fate of the next life.

Yes, my best friend, I don't agree with your choice, but I respect your decision. If there is an afterlife, please hold Tang Yuan's hand firmly and return to us. And Mr. Tang, please also protect her, the road of Huangquan is too dark and difficult to walk, and the water of the Nai River is too deep and cold, so please don't let go.

Mr. Tang, your dream will be fulfilled for you, your parents are our parents, and we will definitely take care of them. I believe that you are all free of worries, as long as you are with the person you love the most, it is a kind of happiness wherever you go. It's just that we, the living, are still nostalgic, still reminiscing, and we can't be liberated until the end of our lives.

In this life, we have seen the flowers and branches, listened to the birds in the forest, stepped on the rolling wheat waves, and finally resided in this snow-capped land.

This life is destined not to meet again, but I still hope that the next life will leave the memories of this life.

This life does not wait, and the next life follows one another. ”

As Xiao Yuan's voice fell, the paper in her hand slowly fell into the fire in front of her.

The tongue of fire **** turned the thin page of manuscript paper into a black ash, and then a wisp of smoke swirled up and slowly fell.

In the trance of the firelight, the sound of heavy nails in the coffin sounded, and several young and strong workers carried the white marble tomb lid to close the tomb.

With a "snap" sound, Xiang Xiaoyuan threw himself on the tombstone, howling heartbreakingly, holding the tombstone tightly and not letting go.

Her cry was like a sword splitting through the dull and silent air, and one cry after another rang out all around.

It was only at this moment that she was able to cry and release her irrepressible sadness, and only at this moment did she understand that all this was not a dream, but that she was willing to never come back.

Zhong Yuan cried and broke her fingers hard, but Xiao Yuan's strength became so strong that she couldn't break it at all.

Cheng Hao hugged Xiaoyuan from behind and covered her eyes again, and then she slowly let go of her hand and fainted.

At this moment, a girl in a black coat walked over step by step, she choked and tore the book in her hand and slowly put it into the fire.

Zhong Yuan saw her face through tears and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Sister Leyi, this is the new original Harry Potter version, I've always wanted to give it to you personally, but ...... Hope you can receive it. ”

Lan Jiyu squatted down and carefully burned this thick original book, for fear that it would not be torn enough to burn through.

Duan Chenxi hugged Tian Panpan tightly and turned his face away, not wanting others to see his tears, but Ni Kun had already burst into tears regardless of his image.

Lou Jie couldn't stand this scene and hid out, he had experienced too many life and death partings over the years, and his heart should have been numb, but Tang Yuan was the only one who could never be opened.