He lost his mind for a long time in the direction of the car and was about to leave, but he didn't expect the door of the Ji Mansion to open again, but it was just a small door on the gate. A small figure flashed out of the small door frame, it was Situ Yue. She tiptoed the door shut, afraid of making a noise. As soon as I turned around, I saw Lin Yifeng standing under the street lamp on the side. The dim light plated his whole body white and yellow.

"Why are you here?" Situ Yue walked towards Lin Yifeng and looked up at his face, his face was in the backlit area, a cloud of black paint, but she looked at it very seriously, her eyes seemed to be dark, and she could see his solemn expression clearly.

"I'm waiting for you!" Lin Yifeng replied sincerely.

"Wait for me?" Situ Yue was surprised.

"Yes, I want you to take me to see Ruozhao. ”

Situ Yue shuddered, she pursed her lips and said, "Let's go together!"

The two walked along the road for a long time, and finally stopped a taxi, and when they arrived at Bai Ruozhao's tombstone, it was already dark at night. The wealth of the Bai family could not have allowed the young grandson of the eldest house to be buried in the slum, but the night without the moon was pitch black, and the luxurious repair of the cemetery could not be reflected. On the road leading to Bai Ruozhao's tombstone, there are two rows of opposite street lamps, each of which is made of colored bulbs. Lin Yifeng and Situ Yue stepped on the path with street lamps on, and the colored lights hit the faces of the two people, setting off their respective sorrows in a misty way. Suddenly, Lin Yifeng stopped. Situ Yuehu looked at him suspiciously.

"Situ Yue, listen!" Lin Yifeng's gaze drifted to the tombstone at the end of the road. It was pitch black, like a bottomless black hole.

"Someone is crying. Situ Yue also heard a strange cry in the dark night, from a woman, and the cry sounded sad, desolate and sad. Situ Yue instinctively leaned towards Lin Yifeng's side, and the crying in the middle of the night on the outskirts of the mountains made people feel worried, and their hairs stood up.

Lin Yifeng took Situ Yue in his arms and dared to cry. The closer the cry gets, the more bleak and eerie it becomes. It wasn't until he got completely close that Lin Yifeng's hanging heart relaxed, and he had already recognized that the woman sitting in front of Bai Ruozhao's tombstone was none other than Ma Rufen.

"It's White Mom. Lin Yifeng said to Situ Yue, and stopped.

Hearing the voice, Ma Rufen raised her head faintly, she saw Lin Yifeng and Situ Yue, who were like white children and jade girls in the colored lights, and her heart skipped a few beats. At the first sight of Lin Yifeng, she stood up happily, she deceived herself into thinking that Ruozhao's soul had come back to see her, but Lin Yifeng was standing next to Situ Yue, and her guess was rejected by herself. Ruozhao is dead, but Situ Yue is not dead, so a person, a ghost, can't stand together no matter what. And the boy in front of her who looks very similar to the dead Ruozhao is Lin Yifeng, who she once glimpsed in the hospital. Ma Rufen stood in the dark light, full of ghosts. Situ Yue also recognized her under Lin Yifeng's reminder, and her hanging heart fell back into her heart. Just confronted each other like this, and held on for a long time, Situ Yue grabbed Lin Yifeng and said, "Let's go back!"

Lin Yifeng had heard Situ Yue talk in detail about the matter between her and Ruozhao in the warehouse of the beacon tower, so he understood that Situ Yue didn't want to meet Ma Rufen's mood, but he and Ma Rufen had met before, and knew that she was a crazy person with a bad brain, but Ma Rufen tonight did look different from before. She didn't chase him anymore and shouted, "Ruozhao, Ruozhao", but looked at each other sadly from afar, and stopped. Lin Yifeng muttered in his heart, but he still slowly turned around with Situ Yue, preparing to leave the cemetery. As soon as he walked a few steps, he heard Ma Rufen shouting, "Situ Yue, wait!"

Situ Yue stopped and didn't turn around. Lin Yifeng looked at her sideways, her gaze was drifting like a distant head, in the distance, the night was dark, and the street lights were colorful. She just looked at it, thoughtfully, as if she hadn't thought about anything.

Ma Rufen had already walked up to them, and her gaze lingered on Lin Yifeng's face that was almost the same as Bai Ruozhao's for a moment, and then fell on Situ Yue. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her eyes were red and swollen, her tears had not dried, and her voice was hoarse and dark: "Situ Yue, Liu Ningbo said that you were pregnant with Ruozhao's child, what about the child?"

Lin Yifeng's brows trembled, Ma Rufen's question was restrained and calm, not at all like he was mentally ill, he was surprised in his heart: How can mental illness get better so quickly?

"What kid? You must have heard me wrong. I don't have a child with Ruozhao?" Situ Yue said lightly, pulling Lin Yifeng and leaving.

Ma Rufen grabbed Situ Yue's arm and almost begged: "Situ Yue, I used to be bad, but if you really give birth to Ruozhao's child, please return it to the Bai family, Ruozhao is dead, and the Bai family can't be without ......a queen," Ma Rufen said with tears in her eyes.

Situ Yue's tears also rose to her eyes, and she shook her head vigorously, "Ruozhao died because of me, but my mother has already repaid the Bai family's life, so I don't owe the Bai family anything, and it has nothing to do with me if the Bai family has a future or not." Situ Yue said, leaning on Lin Yifeng's arms, her body trembling. Seeing this, Lin Yifeng hurriedly picked her up and left.

Ma Rufen wanted to catch up, Lin Yifeng quickened his pace, looking at their hurried backs, Ma Rufen stood up dejectedly, and once again wept sadly. After leaving the cemetery and getting into the taxi waiting for them, Lin Yifeng handed Situ Yue a tissue. Situ Yue took the tissue, but she didn't wipe the tears on her cheeks, and let the tears flow freely on her face. She leaned her head against the car window, and her body turned her back slightly to Lin Yifeng. Lin Yifeng didn't bother her, but just asked the driver to drive the car quickly to the Ji Mansion. When the car arrived at the Ji Mansion, Situ Yue got out of the car, Lin Yifeng sat in the car and didn't move, he watched her lonely back walk towards the two iron gates. Suddenly, Lin Yifeng rolled down the window of the car and asked Situ Yue loudly: "Actually, Dabao Xiaobao is Bai Ruozhao's child, right?"

Situ Yue's back stiffened suddenly, but she didn't turn around, she paused for a moment, and then pushed the door into the door of the Ji Mansion. Situ Yue's hesitation made Lin Yifeng firm his guess, the two sons of the Ji family should have the surname Bai. No, it's surnamed Lin! Lin Yifeng shuddered suddenly.

Lin Yifeng's taxi restarted and gradually drove away from the Ji Mansion. Suddenly, Lin Yifeng found through the rearview mirror that there was a black car parked outside the door of the Ji Mansion at some point, who was sitting in the black car?

Lin Yifeng's car drove away, Ma Rufen rolled down the window of the back seat of the car, and above the closed door were the three silent words "Ji Mansion", and she was full of doubts. When Lin Yifeng and Situ Yue left the cemetery, she asked Lao Bai to follow them all the way to the Ji Mansion. When Situ Yue got out of the car, she heard Lin Yifeng in the car shouting: "Actually, Dabao Xiaobao is Bai Ruozhao's child, right?" Then she saw Situ Yue's body stunned as if she had been shocked, she didn't look back, and she didn't respond and went straight into the Ji Mansion. Ma Rufen's heart was about to jump out of her throat, Situ Yue was indeed pregnant with Ruozhao's child, and she was born, Lin Yifeng called him "Big Treasure and Little Treasure", could it be that she was twins? Ma Rufen's heart was beating wildly, at this moment, she wanted to catch Situ Yue and ask for an understanding, she wanted to take a look at her two grandchildren.

"Madam, why are you suddenly coming here?" the driver, Lao Bai, muttered softly in the driver's seat.

Ma Rufen sighed and said, "Old Bai, it's too late, let's go back!" Chinese New Year's Eve, I'm really sorry for not taking your vacation." ”

Listening to Ma Rufen say "sorry", Lao Bai almost dropped his jaw, and his wife recovered her memory this time, which was completely different from before. How arrogant was the eldest lady in the past, when did she show them a good face? After the last time she lost her memory, although she was also close to their subordinates, she was an abnormal person after all, and she was so sure and sincere that she sympathized with him like tonight. Lao Bai's heart was suddenly filled with warmth, and he said, "Madam, what are you talking about? Isn't it within Lao Bai's business to serve you and Mr. Bai? Lao Bai will send you back to the Bai family's mansion." The car started in Lao Bai's happy mood. Ma Rufen turned her head to look at the signboard of the "Ji Mansion" that was gradually moving away, and made up her mind that tomorrow, she would come to visit the Ji Mansion.

When Ma Rufen returned to the Bai family's mansion, everyone was almost asleep. She opened the door to her bedroom and saw a bedside lamp lit in the room, the soft light of which decorated the room in a foggy light. Long slept on the bed during the day, he was poured a few glasses of wine by the Ma family today, and he was sleeping heavily at the moment. There was a distinct smile on his lips. Ma Rufen walked to the side of the bed and stared at the sleeping face on the bed, her eyes cold. This man is her husband, but he has long lost the heart that loves her. The smile on his lips must be for the Ma family's appreciation of Rousang's taste in picking clothes at the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner! Thinking of the scene at the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Ma Rufen's heart gave birth to a wave of anger, her eyes searched the room, and finally saw the shirt with black stripes on a white background supported by Bai Lang with a hanger. Ma Rufen stared at the shirt for a long time, and suddenly, she turned around and found a pair of scissors from the drawer of the bedside table, rushed to the shirt, and hinged it. Ma Rufen frantically hinged the shirt, as if she was hinging Rou Sang's pretending to be high, hinging Bai Bailang's indifferent heart, until the shirt fell to pieces, shattered into locks, and Ma Rufen staggered back, with her back against the cold closet, before she stopped her trembling steps. Her tears rolled down her cheeks.

On the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, some people cried, some people laughed, and the world was all-encompassing. This small southern city has a few joys and some sorrows, and Beijing is no exception. Fang Yiwei had a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at Xie Fan's house, and then went to the street. He went to sit in the bar in Nanluoguxiang, listened to the singer sing a few rock songs, and then continued to press the road bored. On the streets, young couples in new clothes join hands to hail taxis, and families of three dressed in parent-child outfits have just stepped off the taxi, and the brightly lit roads are full of festive festivities. Fang Yiwei was wearing a thick down jacket, hat, gloves, and scarf, wrapped like a zongzi. He looked sadly and enviously at the crowd of loving reunions on the road, and his shadow was lonely on the ground. Looking up at the sky, there was no moon tonight, vague, and there were precursors of rain. Xie Fan called, muttering a few words on the phone like a father: "Yiwei, it's so cold, where are you going if you don't stay at home?"

"I'll be back. ”

Hanging up his uncle's phone, Fang Yiwei felt melancholy. He is alone, alone, with no children and wife, and those happiness that was once at his fingertips has become a dream of Hongchen at some point. The city of Beijing on a winter night was so cold that Fang Yiwei stood on the road, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and finally he was the only one left, all the street lights hit his body, crisscrossing and colliding with each other, he looked like a frozen sculpture in this dim light.

"Condensation ......" Fang Yiwei stretched out his hand towards the empty road, and Liu Ningbo's image flashed and disappeared, like a meteor. Fang Yiwei wanted to cry, but he couldn't shed tears, all the tears were frozen in his body. Fang Yiwei just stayed in the cold air all the time. This is the city of Beijing, this is the city of Beijing. Liu Ningbo studied here, but because of Ah Ling's death and Mei Shu's entanglement, she stopped studying and went home to get married. Fate did not favor this orphan whose father died and her mother died, but gave her a heavier blow, and Liu Ningbo was not crushed in that failed marriage, but turned into a butterfly. Perhaps, all the misfortunes that Liu Ningbo encountered were to meet him, he gave her the best love in her life, but unfortunately he didn't know that he was the one who ruined her. This big city of Beijing makes them love and know each other, but it can't keep their love fresh. Here, he discovers the secret of her sucking d, and the woman he loves with all his heart and soul becomes an addict, and at that time he doesn't know the reason why she sucks d, he just feels that his family and his world are ruined. Beijing gave him a sweet dream, and ruined his sweet dream, and now he is standing half-asleep and half-awake, but his condensation has completely become a dream.

Fang Yiwei didn't know how long he stood on the road until Xie Fan's car stopped beside him.

"Fortunately, there is mobile phone location tracking, otherwise I would have died. Xie Fan got out of the car and pulled Fang Yiwei into the passenger seat of the car, and found that his whole body was frozen, with motionless and emotionless eyes. Xie Fan sighed and turned the heating on the car to the maximum, and the hot wind blew on Fang Yiwei's face and body, and he finally began to return to his soul. When the hands and feet were warm, the tears were thawed, and the flood poured down on the face. Xie Fan was in a heavy mood, he handed him a tissue, and said gloomily: "I want to condense the waves, right?"

Fang Yiwei turned around, put his head on his uncle's chest, and cried so much that his shoulders trembled. Xie Fan patted him on the back with his hand, like comforting a child, "Ning Bo also wants you to be happy, don't indulge in pain like this, so that Ning Bo can't rest in another world......"

Fang Yiwei cried more and more sadly, and Xie Fan's words reminded him that his Ning Bo was dead. After crying for a long time, almost all the tears were drained, Fang Yiwei returned to his position, leaning on it dejectedly, like a ball of soft mud.

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