Fang Yiwei was stunned, and then pushed Liu Ningbo to the ground heavily, Liu Ningbo fell, she curled up on the ground like a sleepy lost dog, only to hear Fang Yiwei roar: "You know that he is the one who sucks D, you are still mixed with him, and you still let him come to pick you up?" I know that my mother treats you badly, and you have prejudices against her in your heart, but Kang Hao shouldn't have killed her! ”

"Kang Hao is just a suspect now, and the police haven't caught him yet, so we don't know what the truth of the matter is." Liu Ningbo raised his head and looked at Fang Yiwei expressionlessly.

Fang Yiwei smiled bitterly, "You still help him speak, he is a person who sucks D, and you are also infected with reading materials, it is a very happy thing to suck D, right?" You have been divorcing me, do you just want to leave me and return to Kang Hao? Suck D together, be addicts together, and die together? Have you finally found a common language? But God didn't fulfill people's wishes, my mother died, and your dreams were shattered. Do you think that if you wear filial piety like this, I will be grateful to you? My mom won't be grateful to you either. You don't kill Beren, but Bern dies because of you. Speaking of this, Fang Yiwei was already in tears, he didn't know why he said these unintentional words, and there was always a voice in his heart that said to himself: Fang Yiwei, you bastard, shut up, you shut up for me! But he couldn't stop it, he just said so many hurtful things out of control. He didn't dare to look at Liu Ningbo, he was afraid to see her expressionless face, afraid to see that there was no despair in her eyes, like two ice caves.

Liu Ningbo stood up, she slowly untied the belt tied around her waist, and a filial piety dress fell straight from her body. She took the white flower from her sideburns and handed it to Fang Yiwei, Fang Yiwei looked at her in a daze, the white flower fell from her fingertips, like a dry leaf. Then she went straight past Fang Yiwei and walked out.

On the moon, Liu Shaotou, people about after dusk. Liu Ningbo laughed. How can a love affair at the beginning of a one-night stand end well? Chaos at the beginning, and abandonment at the end. Looking at Liu Ningbo's thin figure in the moonlight, Fang Yiwei leaned over and sobbed. I don't know how long he cried, but he only heard footsteps in the yard, and he was happy in his heart, it must be that Ning Bo has returned. When he looked up, it wasn't Liu Ningbo, just the figure of an inflexible and clumsy man, it was Bai Tianming.

"Brother Tianming, why did you run out of the hospital so late?" Fang Yiwei collected his tears, got up and went to the yard to support Bai Ming.

Bai Tianming was half-reproachful and half-distressed, and said, "Your mother is dead, can I not come?" Who are you, and who am Liu Ningbo? ”

Fang Yiwei mixed Bai Ming into the mourning hall, found a chair for him to sit on, and said in a low voice: "Then you can't run out of the hospital in the middle of the night, is there anyone else with you?" ”

"If I let the others know, I'll be here?" Bai Tianming said and looked left and right, and finally asked, "What about Ning Bo?" ”

"Sleep." Fang Yiwei's voice was as low as a mosquito.

"Since you're asleep, don't make any noise about her. You look tired too," Bai Tianming stared at Fang Yiwei and looked at it carefully, "Seeing that your eyes are swollen from crying, no wonder, can you not cry when your mother dies?" But pay attention to the body, and mourn smoothly. Those who live have to live. ”

"Brother Tianming, I'd better send you back to the hospital." Fang Yiwei felt uneasy.

"No, you take me back to the hospital, what about the mourning hall?"

"But your injuries are not healed, and I can't let you stay here, you have to go back to the hospital."

"If I can come by myself, I can go back by myself, you don't have to worry!"

As soon as Bai Ming's words fell, he saw Lan Phoenix running in from the yard, shouting as he ran: "Brother Tianming, are you okay?" Say take a look, and let me take you back to the hospital, why did you take so long? ”

Only then did Fang Yiwei understand that Bai Ming did not come alone, but came with Blue Phoenix. And Bai Tianming was exposed by Blue Phoenix because he lied, and he was already embarrassed, and he muttered to Blue Phoenix: "Didn't you wait outside the alley?" How did you get in? ”

"It's not you yet, you haven't left for so long, if Sister-in-law Rousang finds out that I stole you out of the hospital, I won't be able to eat and walk around, you are now an injured person, a person who came back from the ghost gate, you can't be taboo about anything. Hurry up, hurry up, go away! The blue phoenix couldn't help but help Bai Tianming and walked out.

"Xiaolan, you light, slow down, Brother Tianming is still injured!" Fang Yiwei instructed uneasily.

"Yes, yes." The blue phoenix helped Bai Tianming to come out of the iron gate, Fang Yiwei had been watching them, and was about to withdraw his gaze, but when he saw Xiang Bing'er standing by the iron gate, his expression immediately dimmed.

Xiang Bing'er was dressed in plain white clothes, and the fat powder was removed, she slowly walked to the mourning hall, squatted down, and took the paper money to add to the fire. Fang Yiwei was speechless for a long time, if he usually drove her away, but today she came to his mother's mourning hall in the middle of the night to mourn, so he could only treat her politely. Xiang Bing'er saw the filial piety robe on the ground, she got up and walked over, silently picked it up, and put it on silently.

Fang Yiwei frowned, "What are you doing here?" ”

Xiang Bing'er picked up the white flower thrown by Liu Ningbo on the ground and clipped it to her ear, raised her eyes to look at Fang Yiwei, and said, "I have a friend who works in the certificate center, and he saw that you and Liu Ningbo went to apply for a divorce certificate, so she doesn't wear this filial piety clothes to me." ”

"How can a person do such a shameless and skinless part? You're amazing. Fang Yiwei turned his back. Xiang Bing'er stared at his back, with mixed feelings in her heart. She stepped forward and gently hugged Fang Yiwei from behind, and she pressed the face that he described as faceless and skinless against his back.

"Why are you doing this?" Fang Yiwei pulled Xiang Bing'er's hand, and he turned to look at her. After many years, it was the first time he looked at Xiang Bing'er so carefully. This girl was his first love, he had poured all his youthful enthusiasm and love longing into her, but she tore it all alive, and now he was no longer the ignorant teenager of the year, but she came to stalk, begging over and over again to reawaken the love she once had. Is it possible? He asked himself. Because of Liu Ningbo, it's impossible, it's impossible for him to return to her. Although she was still so beautiful and flamboyant and willful, it was impossible, she could no longer cause any ripples in his heart. "No one is going to wait for whom, you know? Bing'er. ”

"You don't need to wait where you are, wherever you go now, just stop where you are and let me catch up with you." Xiang Bing'er shouted stubbornly.

Fang Yiwei sighed, "But I also have someone I want to pursue, and I can't stop my steps to wait for you." Bing'er, don't be obsessed anymore, we've passed, Mo is blooming, who still misses the old scenery? I'm an old garment you've thrown away, and you want to pick it up again, but I can't, because I've found my new owner. ”

"But you're divorced!" Xiang Bing'er cried uncompetitively, she was annoyed, she regretted, she didn't know how to redeem her Yiwei, her first love, the love she should have cherished in her life but failed to live up.

Fang Yiwei shook his head and sighed helplessly, "Bing'er, the person who died is my mother, and it has nothing to do with you, aren't you afraid of being unlucky to wear filial piety like this?" I would be upset to find out to the president. With that, Fang Yiwei walked to his mother's body and pulled out the quilt for his mother. Xiang Bing'er didn't come forward to entangle again, she just sat next to the iron bowl that burned paper money and added paper money to it.

Outside the courtyard is the moonlit night sky. The blue of the sky was as thin as cicada wings, crystal clear, and occasionally a few light clouds swept across the bright moon in the sky, like a beautiful eye like a sea of bangs blown by the wind floating through the stars. Liu Ningbo walked in this moon. Coming out of No. 18 Bachimen, she first made a noodle and drove straight to the suburbs. It's vaguely as if to walk with memory. Finally, you will enter the fragrant cherry blossom forest. At the end of the cherry blossom forest, Liu Ningbo got out of the car, and facing the endless tomato forest under the moonlight, she saw the small western-style building painted bright yellow at a glance. It's early autumn, and the air is slightly cool. Passing through the ridge, she walked towards the small western-style building. Under the bright moonlight, Liu Ningbo felt as small as a speck of dust. Thinking about the past, she actually stopped, leaned down, and began to cry. What is unbearable to look back at the moonlight, only to feel a heart-piercing pain in the chest.

In the small western-style building, Kang Hao tossed and turned. Killing someone and still having a good night's sleep is a dream. During the day, Ji Xiaoting was finally pulled back by his father Ji Qingren to accompany his wife who was waiting to give birth, and Kang Hao was left alone in the small western-style building. In the first half of the night, I was haunted by nightmares, and when I woke up, I couldn't sleep again. Kang Hao simply got up and walked around the room. He didn't dare to turn on the lights, he was afraid that the police would come in and arrest him at any moment, and the feeling of being terrified was terrible. Walk to the window, open the curtains of the raffia, and the moonlight like water will instantly fill every corner of the room. Through the window, Kang Hao saw a woman sitting in the flat tomato field, curled up, hugging her knees and crying, and his heart trembled: Liu Ningbo!

Quickly out of the small western-style building, Kang Hao ran to Liu Ningbo. Hearing the sound of hurried footsteps, Liu Ningbo stood up and saw Kang Hao trotting over. In the moonlight, Kang Hao walked in a hurry, like a lonely soul. Running to Liu Ningbo, he immediately took her into his arms, and the heavy wheezing sound was clear and obvious in the lonely wilderness.

"You killed someone, right?" Liu Ningbo asked.

Kang Hao was stunned, he let go of her, his eyes were gloomy, and his voice was melancholy: "You have found me now, are you going to report me to the police and your husband?" He didn't know that Yang and Liu were divorced.

Liu Ningbo didn't answer him directly, just turned around and threw his eyes into the wilderness in the distance, "In your opinion, what should I do?" Harbouring or harboring a murderer? ”

One sentence angered Kang Hao, "Me and Fang Yiwei, are you on his side, right?" If he killed my mother today, would you shield him or report it to the police? ”

"Yiwei will never do anything illegal, he is a clean person, Coast, he is different from you, he is a pure lotus, you are a pickled poisonous weed, he will never do what you do." Liu Ningbo had a faint smile on his face.

Kang Hao began to walk around the ridge restlessly, and he kept asking Liu Ningbo: "Then you are ready to denounce me, right?" ”

Liu Ningbo stood silently on the ridge, like a sculpture. Finally, Kang Hao grabbed her hand and pulled her into the small western-style building frantically. She didn't resist, she followed him like an obedient kitten, even if it was hell, she didn't know where else she could go, she didn't know where the future was, where the way out was, she didn't know what the point of living was.

Zhong Cuibai's funeral ceremony is finally over. Of course, Fang Yiwei would not let Xiang Bing'er wear linen and filial piety in the funeral procession. He called in the middle of the night to inform Xiang Siming to bring Xiang Bing'er back. The cemetery was chosen in the most expensive cemetery in the city. In the pine and cypress bushes, the Sanskrit sound is melodious, and the tombstone of Zhong Cuibai stands side by side with the tombstone of Cuizhu. The sisters were a nun and a vulgar during their lifetime, but they were buried in the same loess after their deaths. Fang Yiwei, who was dressed in filial piety, stood in front of the tombs of his biological mother and adoptive mother, offered yellow chrysanthemums respectively, and then kowtowed respectively. The tears have dried up, the dead are gone, and the living should encourage themselves. Looking at the black and white photos of the Cuizhu sisters on the two tombstones, Fang Yiwei couldn't help but sigh. He only knew that his mother's life was a tragedy caused by love, but he didn't know that Zhong Cuibai's life was not. Of course, Fang Yiwei will not know Zhong Cuibai's secret, Xie Ping is Cuizhu's dream, and it is Zhong Cuibai's unattainable dream. Cuizhu finally got Xie Ping's pity, but what about Zhong Cuibai? secretly fell in love with his brother-in-law all his life, and in the end, he not only married a fisherman, became a widow early, but also had to pull his sister and brother-in-law's children to spend the rest of his life. Maybe Zhong Cuibai is happy, she watches Fang Yiwei grow up little by little every day, and looks as tall and handsome as her favorite brother-in-law, as if she has also solved the lovesickness of this life.

There are too many experiences in a person's life, some of which are made public, and some of which become secrets and are buried underground. Zhong Cuibai's love for Xie Ping disappeared with the death of several protagonists in the story. Fang Yiwei, who was standing in front of the tomb, could no longer reach this secret. He just stood among the pines and cypresses, mourning the fertility and nurturing grace of the deceased.

Fu Xiaori handed over a cigarette, "Yiwei, go back." ”

Fang Yiwei took the cigarette, lit it, took a hard breath, and then spewed out a white smoke ring. He squinted and sat down in front of the tombstone. Fu Xiaori sat down next to him.

"Yiwei, where is Sister Ning Bo? Why didn't she show up at the funeral, it shouldn't be reasonable. Fu Xiaori also held a cigarette, raised his head cynically, and looked at the blue clouds.

Fang Yiwei was silent and silent until he smoked a full cigarette.

Fu Xiaori also finished smoking, he took out another cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to Fang Yiwei, Fang Yiwei pushed it away, stood up and stared into the distance. The distant mountains are smiling, and the sun is shining thousands of miles.

Fu Xiaori asked tentatively, "Yiwei, shouldn't you divorce Sister Ning Bo?" ”

"What if yes?" Fang Yiwei frowned, his expression serious.

"Not really, why? Don't let people believe in love? Fu Xiaori muttered.

Fang Yiwei knocked on his head, "Do you believe it or not, love is there, impartial, uncompromising, do you believe it or not?" ”

Fu Xiaori touched his ached forehead and complained: "In order to prove your loyal love, you don't have to be so cruel to me!" By the way, Yiwei, when will you return to the unit? After walking for a long time, the boss didn't beat you and placed you in a good position, you are really a loving and righteous master. ”

"Got a good location?" Fang Yiwei looked at Fu Xiaori suspiciously, Fu Xiaori's bun face had a cute charm.

"Don't you know? I think the boss wants to surprise you. Everyone in that building knows that they have already studied it at the meeting, and they are waiting for the documents to be released. This time, you should treat your brothers to a few drinks. ”

Fang Yiwei was not very happy, but said: "I will go back to work tomorrow, as for the celebration wine, it will be after the murderer of my mother is punished." ”

The colorful glow in the sky reflected Fang Yiwei's sad face, and the hem of his filial piety clothes was blown by the wind in the suburbs of the mountains, just like the ups and downs of his heart.

Fang Yiwei was promoted to section chief, and most of the departments he was in charge of were retreats, so the office was still in the original secretarial department and had not been moved. He is still the boss's secretary Yang, but his identity has changed from an ordinary clerk to a unit-level cadre. Although he inherited Xie Ping's inheritance, he should inherit his father's business and go to Beijing to protect the Xie family, but he grew up in the city since he was a child, and after graduating from university, he was a descendant of poor peasants, working as his college student village official in a remote mountain village. Today, it all depends on the boss's support, and he is not easy to live up to the boss's kindness. He is more interested in political rotation than in the ups and downs of business. stayed in this city, even more because his mother's revenge was not avenged. And what about condensation? Fang Yiwei, who was sitting in the bright conference room, like all the participants, quickly recorded the boss's instructions in his notebook, and Liu Ningbo's figure flashed in his mind for a moment, but he was quickly thrown off.

"Even if you divorce me, you are still my wife, you are my wife, and you don't need that piece of paper to prove." He once swore to Liu Ningbo. But when he and Liu Ningbo were separated by their mother's murderous hatred, love suddenly became as thin as cicada wings. How easy it is to make a promise, and how easy it is to repent. Although his mother was not killed by Liu Ningbo, Kang Hao always came to No. 18 Bachimen because of Liu Ningbo. You don't kill Beren, but Bern dies because of you. The reason for the blame is a bit far-fetched, but he needs an object of anger. The police have launched a dragnet investigation and a carpet search, but Kang Hao has not heard from him at all, as if he has disappeared from the earth out of thin air, and Liu Ningbo has also lost news. In his heart, Fang Yiwei was faintly worried about Liu Ningbo's safety and Liu Ningbo's drug addiction. Who will she hang out with when she is on drugs? But Fang Yiwei still shook his head and forced himself not to think about it. He threw himself into his work like a machine. Minutes, reports, business arrangements, going to the countryside, research, symposiums. He didn't allow himself to pause for a moment. As long as he stopped, he would think of Liu Ningbo. Ningbo, where are you? Ningbo, I'm sorry, you're coming back soon. Ningbo, if you ruin it, I can't forgive myself in this life. Thinking in fear, interrupting his thoughts in fear, and spending the days in fear, and living in fear. Xiang Bing'er would go to No. 18 Bachimen every once in a while to block him, crying and confessing with his nose, he felt bored, and finally could only stay in the duty room frequently.

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