"Hey, what's the matter with you woman, so violent!" Fu Xiaori finished accusing Situ Yue on the side, then turned his face to Ji Xiaoting and said, "Is your woman crazy? ”

"Who do you say is a dog?" Ji Xiaoting saw that Fu Xiaori was aggressive, and he was also angry.

"Let's just say that your family ......" Fu Xiaori was about to argue, but Fang Yiwei stopped him and said in a low voice: "Xiaori, it's all your own family, don't do this." ”

"Who is your own family member with you?" Situ Yue's tears burst out of her eyes, because her voice was high, her face was flushed, she pointed to the tombstone behind her, and said indignantly, "Your own family ended up like this, you tell me what she did wrong to get such retribution?"

Situ Yue's tears rolled down, she rushed forward, pulled Fang Yiwei's clothes, kept beating his chest, and muttered in her mouth: "Why? Why? Why did she die? What did you do to her? Why did she suck d? Why did she die? You tell me! You tell me!"

Fang Yiwei didn't fight back, nor did he stop him, he just stood stiff like dead wood, letting Situ Yue beat him, and the white chrysanthemum in his hand swayed in the fierce tearing. Fu Xiaori really couldn't see it, he stepped forward, and inserted his body between Situ Yue and Yiwei, he grabbed Situ Yue's hand waving wildly, and said sharply: "Beauty! Beauty! Don't bring this, you have something to say!"

Ji Xiaoting also stepped forward to pull Situ Yue aside, he looked at Situ Yue's tearful and painful appearance, took a deep breath, as if he had mustered great courage to hug her into his arms, as soon as Situ Yue touched the man's thick chest, all his heart defense collapsed, and he cried even more. Fu Xiaori was a little dumbfounded, looking at Situ Yue's painful appearance, he probably knew in his heart that she had a lot to do with Liu Ningbo in the grave, so he suddenly moved, stepped aside and stopped talking. And Fang Yiwei listened to Situ Yue's grief-stricken whimper, and he was even more sad. He remembered the happy times he had with Ning Bo and Situ Yue in the past. One is a bosom lover, the other is a lovely sister-in-law, such beautiful years have become a masterpiece, and the rest of your life can never be replicated. Thinking of this, his tears also lost his eyes. Tears are like filters, and Liu Ningbo's smile on the tombstone is frozen into a bright picture.

Seeing Fang Yiwei sobbing in a sullen voice, Fu Xiaori said softly to Situ Yue: "Don't blame Yiwei, don't complain about Yiwei, Sister Ning Bo has divorced him, he can ignore her if he is reasonable and moral, but if you look at this tombstone, Yi Wei still treats Sister Ning Bo as his wife, and Sister Ning Bo's funeral affairs are all handled by Yi Wei alone, have you ever thought about your pain, what about Yi Wei? He lost his lover, how painful was he?"

"I love her so much, why do you want to divorce her again?" Situ Yue dropped a sentence, didn't look at Fang Yiwei again, let Ji Xiaoting help him, and walked out of the cemetery sadly. Fang Yiwei didn't raise his eyes to look at her, they just passed by, lost Ning Bo, he couldn't think of any reason to maintain the friendship between the two, Ning Bo died, he was also discouraged, let her hate him, blame him, blame him, he didn't care, it didn't matter. A tear rolled down from Fang Yiwei's eyes, smashed on those white chrysanthemum petals, and shattered.

The autumn breeze is rising, and the sunset on the horizon is blood-red. Ji Xiaoting helped Situ Yue step by step and slowly walked outside the cemetery, and there were rows of silent tombstones beside them. These cold stones are hard and hard, like sharp-eyed ghosts, coldly watching every move of all living creatures. And Situ Yue and Ji Xiaoting are like two depressed beasts among the tombstones. At the end of the road was an oval-shaped tombstone, very different from the other square tombstones, in front of which a young man was bending over to offer a bouquet of daisies, and muttered, "Dad, my son has come to see you again, how are you doing in this place?"

The young man bowed respectfully and then straightened up, hearing the sound of footsteps walking, he turned his head inadvertently, his eyes and Situ Yue gently intersected, he didn't care, the gloomy faces of Ji Xiaoting and Situ Yue in front of him made him guess that they were probably the descendants who came to worship their ancestors, but Situ Yue couldn't be as careless as him, this moment of eye contact was enough to make her like rising clouds, and like falling into the abyss.

"Ruozhao!" Situ Yue shouted out the name in disbelief.

Chapter 62 Yifeng

Ji Xiaoting frowned, he seemed to have heard the name "Ruozhao" somewhere, and Situ Yue had already pushed away the hand he was holding her and trotted towards Lin Yifeng at the end of the road.

Lin Yifeng's brows were furrowed with a big pimple, and his eyebrows were raised up and down, and he was once again recognized as Ruozhao. Ever since he met two nonsensical men and women at the swimming association's venue last time, he has always been obsessed with the name "Ruozhao". He has always been high-minded and pretentious, and he hates to be equated with other people, what is this "Ruozhao" sacred, why do different people mistake themselves for him, does he really look very similar to him? Compared to Ruozhao, the girl in front of him surprised him even more. She came from the other end of the road, the autumn wind blew off the hat on her head, the hem of the white trench coat and a shoulder of black hair flew together, the fair and delicate face was even more refined and handsome in the afterglow of the setting sun, her eyes were full of tears, her steps were messy, almost the whole person was planted in his arms, he was full of displeasure, but he stretched out his hand to catch her fallen body firmly, and when she stood firmly in his arms, he found that his heart had been hanging. Coming into contact with her surprised and happy, dreamlike eyes, Lin Yifeng was dizzy for a moment, this girl has an indescribable attractive temperament, and the beautiful mole on her eyebrows makes her unforgettable at a glance.

"Ruozhao, is it you? You're still alive, you're still alive!" Situ Yue's eyes were shining, staring at Lin Yifeng's face for a moment, this long-lost eyebrows, and a long-lost handsome nose.

"Hey, what are you talking nonsense? I'm not alive, am I still dead?" Lin Yifeng pushed Situ Yue away, he was annoyed by his momentary tenderness just now. How can you be moved by a woman you don't know or even a little inexplicable?

"Dead? Yes, you are dead, but you are standing in front of me alive like this, are you a human or a ghost?" Situ Yue took a step back and rushed forward again, she hugged Lin Yifeng's waist tightly, buried her head deep in his arms, and murmured, "Whether you are a human or a ghost, you are my Ruozhao, my favorite Ruozhao forever, please don't go, don't leave me, even if it's a ghost, stay with me, always with me." ”

Lin Yifeng impatiently pushed Situ Yue away again, Situ Yue's eyes widened in surprise, how could her Ruozhao treat her so rudely?

And Lin Yifeng had already pointed at Situ Yue and said to Ji Xiaoting, who was standing aside in a daze, "Hey, who is she?"

"It's my wife. Ji Xiaoting's ghost envoy replied.

"It's your wife, and you're still watching her throw herself into another man's arms? you are really an inexplicable couple!" Lin Yifeng said, turning around and running away.

Situ Yue wanted to catch up, but Ji Xiaoting had already stepped forward and grabbed her, and persuaded bitterly: "Can't you see that he is not your Ruozhao?" Although I don't know who your Ruozhao is, I'm sure this person is not, you recognize the wrong person." ”

Situ Yue's tears finally burst out of her eyes, and she shook her head sadly at Ji Xiaoting, could it be that the person she saw just now was just an illusion? Her Ruozhao was indeed dead, was she hallucinating because she missed him too much?

Seeing that the figures of Situ Yue and Ji Xiaoting finally disappeared outside the cemetery gate, Fang Yiwei looked back at Liu Ningbo's posthumous photo on the tombstone, and tears once again appeared in his eyes. He bent down to offer the bouquet of white chrysanthemums, and finally couldn't help crying bitterly.

Fu Xiaori on the side frowned, with a sad face, "Yiwei, people can't be resurrected after death, how can you mourn and change!"

These words were originally meant to be appeased, but they stung Fang Yiwei's nerves even more. His condensation turned out to be dead, she was still so young, she had experienced so many misfortunes, and he didn't have time to give her a long happiness, so she left. He hated himself, why did he hurt her more than happiness in her short life? He knelt in front of the tomb, his forehead against the cold tombstone, and now he could only be close to him in this way, how could he be embarrassed? His fist fell heavily on the tombstone, and in a short time the tombstone left a red stain of blood. Suddenly, he raised his head to the sky and roared, and in an instant, the cemetery was gloomy and bleak, and the last remnant of the sun on the horizon also fell into brilliance.

When Ji Xiaoting and Situ Yue returned to the Ji Mansion, Liu Shao's head was hung on the moon. Ji Qingren was originally angry because Ji Xiaoting took Situ Yue, who had just finished confinement, out to blow the wind, but seeing that the two were in an intimate posture when they walked into the living room, he suppressed the fire that filled his throat. Situ Yue was also afraid that Ji Qingren would blame Ji Xiaoting, so she deliberately snuggled in Ji Xiaoting's arms when she entered the door. Of course, Ji Xiaoting understood, shouted "Dad" and rushed upstairs with Situ Yue. Ji Qingren stopped interrogating the two of them, and instead teased the two grandsons, "My two little boys, what does grandpa want to call you? Let grandpa think about your two names again." ”

Ji Xiaoting stopped when he sent Situ Yue to the door of the room, and when he was alone with Situ Yue, he would naturally show a cramped and shy look.

Situ Yue was grateful to him in her heart, and felt that his cramped appearance was honest and cute, so she smiled and said, "Thank you today, go to bed early." ”

"You...... You also go to bed early. ”

Saying "good night" to each other, Situ Yue closed the door, and she leaned her back against the door, plunging herself into darkness completely. Outside the window is the inky blue sky, a few chaotic stars, and a bright moon. Situ Yue's tears floated silently in her eyes, and her body trembled violently in the dark, and Ruozhao's voice and smile repeatedly appeared on the bright moon, and the familiar and unfamiliar faces were superimposed one by one, until they were blurred by her wet gaze.

At night, the municipal party committee building is brightly lit, and although the walls of this old building are mottled, it has its own righteousness standing under the dark blue sky, like a sword that has been sealed in the dust for a long time and has just broken the ground. The window of Fang Yiwei's office was lit without suspense, and he was sitting in front of the computer to arrange the leadership itinerary for the second day, when a knock on the door suddenly sounded "tuk tuk", he raised his head a little irritably, and asked, "Who?"

The door opened, and Xiang Siming smiled and leaned against the door, looking really kind at first glance.

Fang Yiwei's pupils opened slightly, and said, "President Xiang?"

Xiang Siming nodded, his smile deepened, this smile made Fang Yiwei's heart suddenly uneasy, for some reason, he just saw many unfathomable cities from this smile.

"I just finished meeting with the secretary. As soon as Xiang Siming's voice fell, the phone on the table rang, Fang Yiwei glanced at the incoming call screen, and got up from the table.

"The secretary is looking for me, so I won't greet you for tea. Fang Yiwei looked apologetic, but there was joy in his heart that he could escape with an excuse, but Xiang Siming didn't care, he said generously: "Secretary Yang is busy first." ”

Fang Yiwei ran almost briskly to the boss's office upstairs, he had no idea that he would face such a conversation.

Fang Yiwei walked to the door of the secretary's office, saw that the door was open, so he knocked lightly twice, and after hearing the sound of "come in", he pushed the door open. Inside the door, the secretary was still sitting on his guest sofa chair, presumably Xiang Siming was discussing with him just now.

Seeing Yiwei, the secretary smiled kindly, pointed to the sofa across the coffee table, and said, "Sit." ”

Fang Yiwei is very honestly afraid, he has been by the secretary's side all these years, and he is a little like his little scholar. The servility of the Chinese is deeply ingrained in the subconscious, and he is accustomed to the posture of walking one meter behind him, but he is not used to sitting at such an equal distance.

Seeing his hesitation, the secretary couldn't help laughing, raised his voice and said, "Sit down, what are you doing with a pestle?"

Fang Yiwei walked over cautiously, gently sat on the sofa chair with half his buttocks, and obediently made the action of listening to the instructions. The sofa chair still had Xiang Siming's body temperature, which made Fang Yiwei feel very uncomfortable.

On the coffee table is a set of red clay Shih Tzu set pots, all six cups are soaked in the water tray, and the amber translucent tea is still warm in the small fair. The secretary put a clean cup in front of Fang Yiwei with tea tweezers, poured a full cup of tea, and said, "All along, I rarely care about your private life, and I am not a good leader. ”

Fang Yiwei felt uncomfortable, he thought about whether this teacup had just been used by Xiang Siming in an instant, but he smiled shyly on his face, and said softly: "The secretary is as kind to me as a mountain......" After saying this, Fang Yiwei had a bad premonition in his heart, and he heard the secretary say: "I want to be a matchmaker and introduce you to a partner." ”

Fang Yiwei didn't wait for the secretary to say the words "Xiang Siming's daughter", and said hurriedly: "Secretary, my wife just died......"

"The ancients were widowed within 100 days, so I was in such a hurry to introduce you to someone! President Xiang Siming has a daughter who doesn't have a boyfriend yet, and I heard that she is still your high school classmate. In this life, the friendship between classmates is very precious, and if you can marry you at the same table, it is also a beautiful thing. The secretary was in a good mood and smiled.

Fang Yiwei began to sit on pins and needles, and the secretary frowned when he saw that his face was embarrassed, and said puzzledly: "It stands to reason that the other party's conditions are very good, and people don't dislike you for having married a daughter-in-law, why are you not happy?"

"She's on too good terms for me to deserve her. Fang Yiwei prevaricated.

"Don't hide it from me, I already knew that you found your biological father and inherited a large inheritance from him. ”

"I don't love her, I don't feel it. Fang Yiwei replied a little crisply, but he didn't dare to look directly at the secretary, but cast his eyes on the opposite wall.

The secretary couldn't help laughing, "It's normal for young people to follow their feelings, but at our age, we know that we can't rely on it." I don't feel like I can cultivate it slowly, so go back and think about it and give me an answer as soon as possible. ”

Walking out of the secretary's office, Fang Yiwei only felt panicked, the boss's statement was like a task, his tone was tough, and when he returned to his office, he found that Xiang Siming had not left. Fang Yiwei sighed and said, "You go downstairs and wait for me for a few minutes, and I'll talk to you after I've dealt with the matter at hand." ”

Xiang Siming nodded, and walked out of Fang Yiwei's office. He waited in the compound for about ten minutes, and then saw Fang Yiwei walking down from the building sullenly. Xiang Siming immediately stepped forward and said, "The secretary hasn't left yet, you go first, okay?"

Fang Yiwei didn't answer his words, his mood was always low, he glanced at him and walked straight forward. Xiang Siming trotted to catch up, and his middle-aged figure made him run a little clumsy. At the moment when he ran to Fang Yiwei, Xiang Siming actually thought of his childhood, when he was a child, he was in a waking state of bouncing, and he was often reprimanded by his mother, I don't know when he was so old and serious, many young wishes no matter how eager they were, they were too late to realize them, and the years never cared about a person's identity and family background, she gave the loss to everyone fairly. So no matter what, he wants to help her daughter and help her realize this youthful thought, and the young offspring in front of him will not be able to escape from his palm no matter what, and let him marry his own daughter, which is much easier than picking stars.

Fang Yiwei had already strode out of the compound, and when he chased after Shang Yiwei, Xiang Siming gasped slightly. Seeing some sweat stains oozing from his slightly chubby cheeks, Fang Yiwei finally stopped and looked at him with a little unbearable. He saw in his eyes a lot of stubbornness and helplessness as a father.

"Find a place to sit, have a drink, and have a chat. Xiang Siming stared at Fang Yiwei blankly.

"No need, just sit by the river. Fang Yiwei looked tired.

The flow of people walking on the Tongjiang River in the middle of the night has all dispersed, leaving only the neon lights on both sides of the bank flickering quietly, and a Kong Ming lantern has not yet burned out, floating lonely in the air. The autumn breeze is blowing everywhere, and the coolness is deep. The two of them found a stone chair and sat down. A cool breeze blew on the river, and Xiang Siming hugged his bare arm. Fang Yiwei took off his coat and put it on Xiang Siming, and at this moment he thought of some topics related to the role of "father". What a pity that he never met his biological father in his life, and his adoptive father died before he was born. Xiang Bing'er is happy, she can't get love, but she gets Xiang Siming's meticulous fatherly love. No one can abandon his self-esteem for the desires of another person, except for those close to him. But while he was moved by Xiang Siming, he would not waver in his conviction, how could he marry Xiang Bing'er? This girl who had deeply hurt him in his youth, even if there was no Liu Ningbo, he would not marry her. So, he said: "Even if you find a secretary as a matchmaker, I can't agree to you." ”

Xiang Siming tugged at the corners of his mouth, his gaze drifted across the river, and landed on the tall buildings on the opposite bank. Under the dark blue night, the buildings looked like irregular building blocks built by naughty children. In the night, his voice was a little hoarse, "Actually, it wasn't me who asked the secretary to be a matchmaker, it was the secretary who took the initiative to ask me for this cup of matchmaker wine." After speaking, Xiang Siming looked at Fang Yiwei lovingly, but the smugness and shrewdness in his eyes disgusted Fang Yiwei.

"The secretary took the initiative to find you, how could it be?" Fang Yiwei frowned, unbelievable.

"The secretary didn't come to me to be a matchmaker, there are a few real estate investors in our city who have broken the chain, and the whole city is unfinished buildings, so what can I do? The secretary wants me to give loans to these real estate developers and open a green channel. Xiang Siming's expression was always a faint smile, and his eyes were sober through the world.

"What does this have to do with matchmaking?"

"If I promise to such a big thing, it will always be risky, and I will take on such a big responsibility, I can't help but add weight to myself, right?" Xiang Siming glanced sideways at Fang Yiwei and continued, "The promotion of the leaders in three or five years is like guerrilla warfare, in case the secretary is transferred, if something happens at that time, who will be responsible? I don't expect to be crowned an official at my age, just Bing'er has a daughter, just to satisfy her wish, it's not too much, right?" For the secretary, it is a trivial matter to let you marry Bing'er, and he took an absolute advantage of this transaction, so why not?"

Fang Yiwei felt ridiculous and ridiculous, "Why do I have to agree? What you think is a small thing is a big thing in my life." ”

"You will definitely sell the secretary's face in this matter, you are his secretary, you don't want to have a smoother career in the future? After Xiang Siming finished speaking firmly, he put Fang Yiwei's coat on Fang Yiwei again and got up to say goodbye. Watching his back disappear under the plane tree by the river, Fang Yiwei was in a trance.

A gust of night wind blew, and Fang Yiwei shivered. He put his coat back on, got up and walked to the river. The river is the neon reflection of the buildings, colorful and dazzling, with the ripples of the water waves trembling slightly, in the floating light he saw his ambiguous and vague face, forest and lonely. Loneliness, he's so lonely. He reached out and hugged himself, tears silently welling up in his eyes. In the middle of the autumn night, he was so depressed and helpless. He misses Ningbo, Cuibai, and even Master Jing'an in Baiyun Temple. The three women who loved him deeply in his life no longer existed, like the autumn night breeze blowing on the river, hula and hula, leaving only the coldness and despair of the senses, whether it was love or family affection, it was just a gorgeous encounter. The encounter of those brilliant summer flowers, like shards of glass that has cut through the skin, embedded in the flesh, can no longer be pulled out, leaving only pain, but also bleeding wounds. Fang Yiwei stroked his chest heavily, this place was crazy in pain at this moment. The past is like smoke, but one by one clearly floats in front of him, those happy times with Ning Bo are as vivid as yesterday, and Cui Bai, and Cui Zhu, his aunt and biological mother, they gave him a lot of warm love, why did they disappear all of a sudden? Why did they disappear before they had time to answer? Fate, shallow as shallow as this? In this world, does he still have relatives? The only blood relationship is Xie Fan, who is far away in Beijing. Actually, it's just a stranger. Fang Yiwei wiped away the tears on his face vigorously, and looked around, the neon of this city did not belong to him, his aunt died, his biological mother died, and Ning Bo died, what does this city have to do with him?

He walked away from the river abruptly, his hands in his trouser pockets, his clothes fluttering slightly in the night breeze, his steps faltering, and the moonlight grudging his back hazy and confused.

A sleepless night, a night of tossing and turning. When the morning light penetrated into the room slightly, Fang Yiwei sat up with a carp. He walked around the room, in the blurred light, he saw the wedding photos with Liu Ningbo on the wall, the girl in the white gauze in the photo smiled like a flower, sighed, Fang Yiwei walked to the computer and sat down, pressed the computer to start the button, the sound of the machine moaning immediately came from the air, the blue fluorescent pierced his eyes, and a sad music poured out: please tell him this story, learn to like a person, don't say that the ending has to be worried, or say that the will of God is difficult to disobey, do a feat so that my children know how to share my tears in the past few years, and suffer for the one I love the most, and it may not be reunited…… Fang Yiwei let out a miserable and weak smile, and finally typed the words "resignation letter" on the electronic document.

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