Before Xu Sheng could react, the dagger that the man threw at Xu Jiaping had already been inserted into Xu Jiaping's chest.

It was Xu Jiaping who inserted it himself.

Xu Sheng watched the blood trickling out of his father's chest, staining his palms as dry and old as firewood, his face was in pain that could not be concealed, but his mouth was still talking, "Xu Sheng, I'm sorry for you......"

His face was crumpled into a wrinkled piece of paper in agony.

It hurts, that position must hurt......

Hu Zijing involuntarily covered the position of his chest, and the pain in his heart was not engraved on the tip of his heart from time to time. He couldn't describe how long and how deep he had this invisible knife in his chest, but he knew that it had become a habit and a hobby for a long time.

Hu Zijing slammed the car door, as if the blood in his whole body had awakened, and it was constantly boiling, about to burst out.

"Chu Yiyi! Chu Yiyi! He knocked frantically, more and more often.

The person who opened the door was stunned at first, and said unhurriedly: "The person you are looking for is not here!" ”

"Ixue Chu ......"

"Chu Yiyi ......"

Hu Zijing's eyes were full of incomprehensible feelings. No one could have guessed how complicated his mood would be at the moment.

He knocked on the door only because of that irrepressible impulse, but when he saw that the people in the door seemed to be old people who had only been reunited after thousands of years, he was a little hesitant.

Yi Xue Chu's face was shocked again, and as if he expected such a day, he said happily: "Xu Sheng, are you back......?"

……

In the cemetery in the western suburbs.

Lian Shihuai knelt in front of a tombstone, with two looming tear stains on either side of her cheeks.

The tombstone is full of fresh food and fruits, and the cold and temperatureless tombstone is engraved with a few words - the tomb of Hu Zijing's beloved wife Chu Yi. A color photograph stands in the corner, and the girl in the photo is smiling brightly.

It's just that in the world, there will never be a smile like this again.

Lian Shihuai's heart was smeared with a cloud of sadness, "Sister Yiyi, I only came to see you now, will you be angry?" It's not that I don't want to come to see you, it's just that I don't have the face to see you, but Ye Li told me that you won't blame me......"

"Sister Yiyi, do you know? Actually, he loves you very much, and I've always blamed him. He doesn't allow anyone to tidy up any of your belongings, he loses his temper whenever someone takes your things, and he even destroys all reports and refuses to cancel the wedding in order to convince everyone that you're still alive...... Tomorrow is the wedding, I hope you can make Er Shao wake up as soon as possible in the spirit of the sky, and don't continue to go crazy, so that Xiao Lian will be very pitiful......"

Ye Li stood not far away and watched quietly. He knew that Xiaohuai needed space to have a good chat with the young lady. It's just that when he heard Lian Shihuai say this, he also felt very sad when he thought of Ershao's appearance.

Er Shao insisted on holding the wedding under pressure from all sides, but when it really arrived tomorrow, all the absurdity was undoubtedly revealed. He knew that the major reporters had even written reports in advance, and they were waiting for the second young man to come out at the wedding to win ratings.

After a while, the sky was full of snowflakes. The snowflakes fell lightly on the ground, and soon patterns appeared on the blue-gray floor.

"Xiaohuai, let's go."

Ye Li saw the back of Lian Shihuai's red hand, and was worried that Lian Shihuai would get sick if he knelt in the snow like this.

"I want to stay with Sister Yiyi for a while, it's snowing, I want to watch it with her."

Yeri didn't speak anymore, just stood quietly in the distance.