Xiwan saw so much, and reposted Weibo to miss her in the past, and her heart was full of tears.

She thought that in her previous life, before she died, she left so much infamy, lewdness, lewdness, promiscuity, pretending, and pretending......

Those foul language labels, one by one, were pasted on her body, and she had a lot of iron fans, turned against her, and her words were full of disappointment, which was more fierce than those passers-by scolded......

Right now......

Big tears dripped down and splashed on the screen of the phone. In my heart, a warm current spread out towards the limbs and hundreds of remains, crispy and numb.

Her mind couldn't be calmed down for a long time.

slid down the screen casually, but saw Lin Xi's photo.

She was stunned, because of this photo, she didn't know when he took it. Just looking at the scene above, the memories of the past flooded into my mind again.

She still remembers that it was his birthday, she went to his company to wait for him to get off work together, she was bored, asked the secretary to help buy milk tea, and then sat there drinking milk tea while watching him work.

At that time, the sun was setting, and the golden sunlight was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, and she looked sideways at the sunset. Maybe it's because of her name, she always has an inexplicable emotion for the sunset when the sun sets.

If Lin Xi was willing to publish her on his Weibo like this a year ago, she would have burst into tears. But now, ......

She just felt sick.

There is no more love.

From the time he had been severing his sword for seven years, to the number of frivolous acts he had since he met her now.

Vanish!

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After Lin Xi posted this Weibo, the comments at the bottom. It's also very interesting.

Many of Xiwan's former fans left messages: "Thank you, Boss Lin, for remembering us late." "My goddess, I will never come back." "There is no goddess in the entertainment industry who is so good at acting." "There will be no goddess after Jiang Xiwan." Wait a minute.

And then there are some that are still black, "Is the company boss starting to launder?" Even if the person has been dead for more than a year. But it can't resist the fact that she is debauched in private. "Ditto, I guess they want to wash Jiang Xiwan, so that another set of Jiang Xiwan out of print can make a lot of money." "He is worthy of being the boss of Huafeng, and he is really good at making money."

And then there are some Su Nuanyu fans: "Boss, congratulations on giving birth to a daughter, but why don't you celebrate your daughter." Instead, Jiang Xiwan, who was already dead, was late. "Boss Da, you are so happy to be with Nuan Yu. I envy you" "Boss Lin, be good to our warm jade goddess." "Boss Lin, why don't you turn to Nuan Yu's Weibo?"

And so on, a microblog. All sorts of rhetoric. Uneven.

The entire Weibo industry is also nostalgic for the evening and congratulations to Su Nuanyu for giving birth. And the topic of #See the goddess on the bus# has fallen from the first hot search to the fifth hot search.

Xiwan exited the interface of Weibo, calmed down, and told Jiang's mother that she was going out, and left the house.

It was still very cold because it had rained the day before. Except for the door, Xi Wan shuddered. There is a flower shop at the entrance of the community. Xiwan went in and bought a bouquet of red roses, which was her favorite flower in the past, but now that she had merged with this body, her preferences had gradually changed. But since it's for your former self, let's buy your favorite flowers.

In this world, there must be no one whose experience is more outrageous than himself, and he can sweep his own grave.

Speaking of which, Li Zhan is driving his own car, and he has never had a driver's license, so he still has to call a taxi when he goes out. The special car soon came, carrying Xiwan to Anfu Cemetery.

The road conditions were as expected, and the traffic jams were so congested that pregnant women could give birth to their babies on the road. The taxi driver is like a slippery loach, burrowing into this crevice, inserting/into that crevice. Although it is quite immoral, Xiwan's anxious heart has also eased a lot.

When she arrived at Anfu Cemetery, it was already ten o'clock at noon, Xiwan paid a thousand yuan, left the driver in place and waited, and then took the bouquet and walked to the cemetery.

Her body was placed in this cemetery.

She hadn't been here once.

Now, she finally mustered up the courage to take a look at her former self.

Most of the people who come here to sweep the tomb are either rich or expensive, and even if they come to sweep the tomb, they are dressed exquisitely and decently. Although it is to remember the deceased, it is more like going out for a walk.

Xi Wan was wearing sunglasses and holding a bouquet of red roses in her hand, which was naturally very eye-catching, but fortunately, those people only had strange eyes and didn't say anything. Of course, Xiwan won't care.

She asked the mausoleum keeper the specific address of her cemetery, and the mausoleum keeper was a little shocked at first, after all, who came to sweep the tomb did not know the specific address of the cemetery. But then I learned that she was here to pay tribute to Jiang Xiwan, so I also knew it. I quickly checked her file and address, and pointed in the direction.

Xiwan followed the direction pointed by the mausoleum keeper and walked towards the depths of the cemetery.

The sun shining overhead, although very bright, is not very warm. A gust of wind blew, and the slightest chill penetrated into the bone marrow.

The trail is made of cement, and pines and cypresses are planted on both sides, which are dark green and evergreen, straight and majestic. In the mountains not far away, the chirping of cuckoo birds was faintly heard, which was sad and desolate.

Xiwan quickly found "her" cemetery, which is a very quiet place, and the cemeteries on both sides have not yet been built, so this piece is the place where "her" is alone.

There were no other grave sweepers.

Quiet, undisturbed.

This is a small semi-circular tomb with two stone lions standing next to it, surrounded by pine and cypress trees, and the air exudes a good smell of pine and cypress.

It was the first time that Xiwan had been up close to her own grave.

Look at the tombstone in the middle. In the photo on the tombstone, she smiled proudly and brightly, like the queen of this world.

The words on the tombstone: Jiang Xiwan, born in 1987, died in 2015, friend Zheng Ming Hitachi.

Epitaph: Queen Forever.

It's good, there is no Su Nuanyu.

It's good that there is no Lin Xi.

Thank you, tomorrow.

Thank you for leaving a trace of cleanliness in my past life.

Xiwan put the red rose in front of the tombstone and touched her photo, feeling mixed in her heart.

Obviously she is still alive, but her body is already a handful of ashes.

She caught a glimpse of another bouquet of roses, as well as many other fruits she had once loved. She knew that yesterday must have come tomorrow.

Every food in the sacrifice was once her favorite.

Xiwan was stunned, sat in front of the tombstone, took a tangerine, and peeled it off-

It is as sweet as honey, but it is full of bitterness, from the mouth to the heart, bitter. (To be continued......)