Fang Yiwei firmly believed that Liu Ningbo was not dead, because she was standing in front of his eyes vividly, smiling so vividly, barefoot, wearing a white dress, and a shawl with long hair. She stretched out her hand to him, her lips squirmed, but they were silent, and the shape of her lips clearly called his name: "Yiwei, Yiwei, Yiwei......" and then her body quickly swept back, like a gust of wind, and disappeared into a vast fog, and the white figure turned into a bright point of light in the fog barrier. Fang Yiwei cried and chased after the point of light, he called her: Ningbo, Ningbo, Ningbo...... He stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, grabbed a hand, opened his eyes suddenly, and shouted, "Ning Bo!"

"Yiwei!" It's not Liu Ningbo, it's Fu Xiaori.

Fang Yiwei found himself lying on the bed at home, and immediately a trace of throbbing pain crossed his heart, he pushed Fu Xiaori's hand and struggled to get up.

Fu Xiaori asked, "Yiwei, where are you going?"

"I'm going to find Ningbo. Fang Yiwei walked forward with his head bored, looking stupid and stupid, and as if he had a brute force, he stubbornly walked towards the door.

"Yiwei, Sister Ning Bo has gone!" Fu Xiaori shouted sadly, and then picked up an urn from the bedside table, the red-lacquered urn exuded the smell of fresh paint, and he said in a trembling voice, "You have been in a coma for a few days, I had to send Sister Ning Bo's body to the crematorium first." ”

Fang Yiwei took the small box with trembling hands, like waking up from a dream, tears could no longer help but gush out, he pressed his face tightly against the urn, his heart was shattered inch by inch, and he said in a stack: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" He remembered that day in his mother's mourning hall, she was dressed in linen and filial piety, and hugged the heartbroken him from behind, she wanted to comfort him, but he spoke ill of her. It was he who broke her heart, so she ran away from home, and if he chased her back, she would not have committed suicide by jumping into the lake. It was he who made her lose her confidence in life, it was he who plunged her into despair, it was he who pushed her into the abyss of death, he deserved to die, he deserved to die with her! Situ Yue was right, why didn't he disappear with Ning Bo? He was a bastard!

Fang Yiwei stumbled to his feet, he hugged the urn tightly, and walked out of the room in a daze.

"Where are you going?" Fu Xiaori saw that his expression was wrong, so he chased him out.

"I want to disappear with Ning Bo!" Fang Yiwei hit the east wall like a cow and didn't look back, shook off Fu Xiaori, and kept walking out. Fu Xiaori stepped forward and grabbed him, he turned around, Fu Xiaori slapped him in the face, and his face was pinned to the side for a long time. Seeing that he finally quieted down, Fu Xiaori hurriedly helped him into the bedroom. He took the urn from her arms and said gloomily: "Sister Ning Bo must not want to see you like this, now is not the time for you to be emotional, you have to take care of Sister Ning Bo's funeral, choose a cemetery for her, and let her be buried as soon as possible." ”

Fang Yiwei's tears kept pouring out, and he stood dumbfounded, like a withered corpse.

A week later, Liu Ningbo's ashes were buried in a cemetery with Cuizhu and Cuibai sisters. Fang Yiwei saw Kang Hao's tombstone not far away, and after Kang Hao's death, the Xiao family also buried him here, looking at Liu Ningbo's tombstone from afar. Fang Yiwei felt sad and avenged his mother's murder, but his wife died, and he had no way to be buried with her, but let her be buried in the same cemetery as Kang Hao. Fate is born and extinguished, and smoke and clouds are in the blink of an eye. What kind of pain is it to lose his biological mother, adoptive mother, and beloved wife? No one understands it, because no one is as sad as him. From now on, he will be a walking corpse, and he will never smile again.

Situ Yue stayed in the hospital for half a month, because the wound was cracked, Ji Qingren insisted on letting her stay in the hospital for more time. On the day of discharge, the Ji family put on a big show, the nanny and the housekeeper carried the bag, the child was hugged, and Situ Yue was supported by Situ Yue, an elevator could not fit, because it was on the second floor, others went to take the safety elevator and left the elevator to Situ Yue and Ji Xiaoting.

Ji Xiaoting pressed the down button of the elevator, and the indicator light remained red until there was a "ding", the elevator door slowly slid open, and Bai Lang and Ma Rufen appeared in Situ Yue's sight, and Situ Yue felt like a world away. Before she came back to her senses, Ma Rufen had already rushed out of the elevator, she grabbed Situ Yue's hand and muttered in her mouth: "Ruozhao, our Ruozhao, our Ruozhao!"

Bai Tianlang in the elevator was dumbfounded, and immediately chased him out, and Ji Xiaoting was even more confused. Seeing Situ Yue standing outside the elevator clearly, Bai Bailang withdrew his hand to pull Ma Rufen, only to see that Ma Rufen was already in tears, hugged Situ Yue, and repeatedly muttered: "Our Ruozhao!

Hearing this name, Situ Yue's heart was like a thousand insects gnawing, biting that fragile heart even more porous. The past related to the name came flooding back, full of blood and tears, pain and despair. Ji Xiaoting saw that Situ Yue's face was pale and he was standing like a withered tree, so he hurriedly pushed Ma Rufen and hid Situ Yue behind him. Ma Rufen was still crying "humming and chirping", looking at Situ Yue stubbornly, and muttering: "Our Ruozhao!

"Who is Ruozhao?" Ji Xiaoting looked back at Situ Yue.

Situ Yue stretched out her hand to support his shoulder, she was afraid that her crumbling body would not be able to support it, so she fell down, she put her hand on Ji Xiaoting's shoulder, shook her head, word by word, and said sadly: "I don't know them." ”

"Then let's go. Ji Xiaoting held Situ Yue and pressed the elevator button again.

Ma Rufen was about to step forward to entangle, but Bai Tianlang grabbed her hard and coaxed: "Yanju, you have to be good, you are discharged from the hospital today, I will take you home, Tianming is still waiting for us at home!"

"Tianming?" Ma Rufen's eyes were wet, staring at Bai Bailang, flashing with childlike innocence.

Bai Bailang sighed and continued to coax: "Yes, Tianming was discharged from the hospital a few days earlier than you, and he promised you that he would clean up the house beautifully, and he would come to pick you up, did you forget?

The elevator door opened, Ji Xiaoting helped Situ Yue and walked in, and when the elevator door closed, Situ Yue raised his eyes and saw Ma Rufen's sad eyes. From the conversation between Bai Bailang and Ma Rufen just now, Situ Yue muttered, Ma Rufen must have a mental illness, looking at her crazy, stupid and stupid appearance, she no longer looks like the sharp and mean wife of the Bai family at the beginning. Losing Ruozhao, she may have collapsed before she became like this. And she lost her lover, but she can still survive normally, but she is not as deep as a mother's love for her son. The moment the elevator went down to the first floor, a trace of painful entanglement flashed in Situ Yue's heart, and she was unwilling to go deep into that entanglement. When Ji Xiaoting helped her out of the elevator, she saw Ji Qingren outside the elevator leading the Ji family to greet her with a smile on his face, and the entanglement in her heart was even deeper: If Zhao is gone, she is pregnant with Ruozhao's child and marries into the Ji family, so how should she treat Ji Xiaoting in the long years to come?

In a trance, everyone was already hugging her and walking to the car outside the inpatient building, and the cars lined up seemed to welcome the festive newcomer. The two nannies had already carried the two newborn babies into Mr. Ji's car, and everyone got into the car one after another, the convoy started slowly, and her nose was a little sour. The Ji family treats her and the child like a mountain, how will she repay her in this life?

"Get in the car. Ji Xiaoting had already opened the car door, Situ Yue took a deep breath and got into the car, taking one step at a time, not thinking so much.

returned to Ji's house and started confinement, Situ Yue's good life was naturally not a problem. By the time she was out of confinement, she and her two children were fat. The banquet of the full moon wine was placed in the most luxurious hotel in the city, Ji Qingren naturally took his two grandsons to show off in front of relatives and friends, Situ Yue did not go with him, Ji Qingren asked her to stay in the Ji Mansion to recuperate, and told her not to blow the wind and not to stand in the garden for a long time. The sun was very good, and the autumn breeze was not very cool, so Situ Yue put on a coat and went to the balcony on the second floor to breathe. The sky was full of clouds, the sky was blue, and a few birds flew away and melted into the glow, Situ Yue thought that they probably went to spend the winter. Winter is coming, and the birds still have a place to spend their winters, Ningbo, where do you settle down?

The door of the room to the balcony was pushed open, and Ji Xiaoting walked out.

Situ Yue was taken aback: "Why don't you go to the hotel?"

"Dad doesn't worry about you, let me come back and see, don't stand in the wind, go back to the room!" Ji Xiaoting said, he stood far away, and didn't dare to come over and pull Situ Yue's hand.

"I was in a panic and trying to breathe. Situ Yue replied softly.

Ji Xiaoting bit his lip and said in a deep voice, "Are you worried about Liu Ningbo?"

Situ Yue suddenly raised her eyes, and her whole face was full of energy: "Do you know the whereabouts of Ning Bo?"

Ji Xiaoting hung his head, he was wondering if he could tell Situ Yue that Liu Ningbo was dead, he was assessing whether this news was a fatal blow to Situ Yue, she had just come out of confinement and couldn't stand such a blow. Situ Yue had already rushed to him, holding his arm, with a passionate desire in her eyes: "Tell me, where is she?"

Ji Xiaoting looked back at these urgent eyes, full of emptiness. How should he tell her that he went to visit Kang Hao's cemetery, and when he got up and looked back, he saw Liu Ningbo's tombstone, and Kang Hao looked at each other from afar, and the two tombstones confronted each other as coldly as a pair of enemies.

"I'll take you to see her, but you must promise me not to be excited, not to be sad, not to cry. Ji Xiaoting instructed one after another.

A cold surged up from the bottom of Situ Yue's heart, and she shuddered.

Ji Xiaoting hurriedly said: "Look at you, I still can't take you there, you will catch a cold before you go out." If my dad found out, he would have scolded me to death. ”

"I can wear more clothes, Xiaoting," this was the first time Situ Yue called Ji Xiaoting's name, and she was busy begging, "Take me there, please." Tears filled up in Situ Yue's eyes.

No wonder the heroes are sad about the beauty pass, Ji Xiaoting muttered in his heart, and decisively took Situ Yue's hand.

Autumn is not very deep, the countryside is beginning to look desolate, the cemetery stands on the flat plot on the top of the hill, the maximum amount of sunlight shines so that the cemetery does not look gloomy, but like a park where you can take a leisurely stroll.

Ji Xiaoting's car climbed the winding road for a long time, and finally arrived outside the cemetery. As soon as he got out of the car, but when he saw a forest of tombstones in his eyes, Situ Yue's heart sank, and his feet were paralyzed. Ji Xiaoting hurriedly supported her and said, "You promised me that I would definitely hold on." With that, Ji Xiaoting took off his coat and put it on Situ Yue, it was a white windbreaker with a hat, he pulled up the hat and put it on Situ Yue's head, sighed silently, and then took her hand and walked into the cemetery.

For Situ Yue, the tombstone standing in the depths of the cemetery was like a steel needle piercing into her heart, and when she walked to the tombstone, her heart was already full of bright red blood. The words "The Tomb of Yang Liu Ningbo in the Ancestral Room" on the tombstone slashed into her eyes like a bolt of lightning, and her head exploded with a "buzz", and she fainted in Ji Xiaoting's arms as soon as it was dark. Ji Xiaoting pushed her anxiously and shook her, calling: "Situ Yue wake up! Situ Yue wake up!" Situ Yue finally woke up slowly, and saw the words on the tombstone again, and a column of small characters was engraved under the tombstone: Fu Yi Weili. Situ Yue threw herself on the tombstone and stroked Liu Ningbo's black-and-white photos over and over again, tears welling up. In the photo, Liu Ningbo's smile is like a ray of light in autumn, ethereal and insignificant. This living person can only be trapped between the square inches of stone and dirt now, and the white snake pressed under the tower will see the light of day again, but Liu Ningbo will never see each other again. This little stele ended her life. Ning Bo, do you know that I have lost my mother and Ruozhao, why are you so cruel and want to leave me? Are you punishing me without saying goodbye? I was wrong, I was wrong, you are happy, Ning Bo, I miss your arms, your smile, Ning Bo, sister, you come back soon! Situ Yue cried breathlessly, and her whole body trembled like a kitten crawling in front of the tombstone on a rainy night.

Ji Xiaoting didn't reach out to help her, he understood the pain of losing a loved one. When his mother died of illness, he was in this mood, although he was only in his teens, the feeling of parting from life and death was not shallower than that of an adult. In the days when he lost his mother, he once became a troubled teenager, and after getting to know Kang Hao, he was even more wanton in eating, drinking and having fun. Ji Qingren objected to him befriending Kang Hao, and Ji Qingren didn't understand that only by following Kang Hao's days could Ji Xiaoting forget the pain of losing his mother. For the sake of business, Ji Qingren rarely took care of their mother and son. Ji Xiaoting only had his mother in the years when he was growing up. She was like his closest friend, like a lover, and even she grew into the most important part of his body. The blow of losing a mother is fatal. So he understood Situ Yue's pain at this moment. Losing Liu Ningbo is probably like losing his mother, it hurts his heart and bones. Ji Xiaoting turned his back and couldn't bear to look at Situ Yue's grief anymore. Not far from him stands Kang Hao's tombstone, the boy Kang Hao, who eats and drinks and has been sleeping underground, all kinds of flashy pleasures in the world have nothing to do with him, and the end of life is just a handful of loess, a stone, a touch of residual sun, and a wisp of autumn wind. Ji Xiaoting's mood was also indescribably heavy. He turned his gaze back from Kang Hao's tombstone and threw it into the distance, and the place where his gaze fell was the bushes covered by pines and cypresses, no matter how cold the autumn breeze was, the branches and leaves were just as green and green. Two people suddenly came out of the bushes, Ji Xiaoting didn't know them, and felt that both of them were handsome and handsome, but their expressions were very gloomy, and the young man who walked in front of him holding a white chrysanthemum was even more sad and sad, and his eyes were melancholy. Ji Xiaoting unconsciously infected their mood, and they also frowned. In a trance, the two of them were already walking in his direction, and he quickly moved to the side.

Approaching, the young man holding the white chrysanthemum twitched his eyebrows, stared at Situ Yue's back, and called faintly: "Situ Yue......"

Situ Yue's back froze, she slowly got up from the tomb, and without looking back, she already knew who the person standing behind her was. When Fang Yiwei called her name again, she suddenly turned around and slapped him in the face with lightning speed, and immediately Fang Yiwei's face showed a clear red handprint. The crisp slap made Ji Xiaoting and Fu Xiaori jump for a moment, but Fang Yiwei turned his face to the side and didn't raise his head to look at Situ Yue's angry eyes full of tears and blood.

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