Ma Xiaoyun listened to these discussions, and did not make a sound, just smiled casually.

It's just that the fingers of both hands are already deeply pinched in the palms. If it weren't for the fact that there were so many people here, she really wanted to make a desk, what qualifications did Huo Jingwei have, dare to be so refreshed, dare to be so sassy?

At lunchtime, the little secretaries met in three or five, went downstairs to eat, and someone met Ma Xiaoyun: "Sister Ma, let's go, let's have lunch together." ”

"Go first, I have something on my hands." Ma Xiaoyun smiled and sent everyone away.

Seeing that there was no one else in the secretary's office, Ma Xiaoyun straightened her clothes and knocked on the door of Huo Jingwei's office.

"Please come in." The voice of the magnetic baritone resounded in the office, how to listen to it, how sexy it was.

Ma Xiaoyun pushed open the door and walked in: "Mr. Huo......"

"Is there something wrong?" Huo Jingwei stood up and asked.

"Oh...... It's okay, I just want to see what you want to eat at noon, do you want to go out to eat together......" Ma Xiaoyun responded calmly, looking at Huo Jingwei with her eyes, as if she usually had something to listen to him.

"No need." Huo Jingwei politely refused.

"Are you going to order takeout to come back and eat?" Ma Xiaoyun asked.

"Oh, you don't have to order takeout, I brought my own bento." Huo Jingwei had already gotten up and gone to his lounge.

From the Xiaoice box, he took out a cartoon-patterned bento box and put it in the microwave to heat it.

Ma Xiaoyun looked at the cartoon-patterned lunch box, and her heart was mixed, with Huo Jingwei's age and personality, she naturally wouldn't use this kind of naïve lunch box, or even bring a bento.

There's only one explanation for this, and it's all because of his girlfriend.

The microwave "ding" sounded, the food in the lunch box had been heated, Huo Jingwei carefully took out the lunch box, turned around, and found that Ma Xiaoyun was still standing at the desk and did not leave.

"Not going to lunch?" Raising her eyebrows slightly, Huo Jingwei asked her flatly.

He didn't really like to talk too much about non-work matters with the secretaries, and even just talking about lunch was a bit uncomfortable for him now.

“…… Well, I've been back for a while, and I haven't gone to see her yet. I'd like to see when it's convenient for you to take me there...... City A has changed a lot over the years, and I don't know much about Lu ......" Ma Xiaoyun retracted her gaze and lowered her voice slightly: "Of course, I know that it is not appropriate to talk to you about these personal issues during work hours......"

seems to evoke some past events, Huo Jingwei took the lunch box and did not speak, his usual calm and restrained expression was a little heavy.

"I can understand if you don't want to go, after all, it's been ten years, maybe you have forgotten about her a long time ago......" Ma Xiaoyun smiled helplessly, with a little loss on her face.

"Excuse me." After she finished speaking, she turned around and left the office quickly, leaving Huo Jingwei holding the lunch box and alone there in a daze.

When the temperature came to his hand, his hand was hot, Huo Jingwei let go of his finger slightly, the lunch box fell to the ground, and the lunch that he had carefully prepared in the morning fell to the ground.

called the cleaning aunt to take care of it, Huo Jingwei sat on the sofa in the lounge, but he was not in the mood to look for lunch again.

Ma Xiaoyun's words weighed heavily on his heart, making him a little stuffy.

Ten years had passed, and he had never really forgotten her, for which he had banished himself for ten years, and spent almost ten years of ascetic life, often kneeling in the church for salvation.

Countless midnight dreams, she appeared in his arms covered in blood, stretching out trembling hands to touch his face, because of the pain, the smile on her face, with a little miserable, seeping with a pool of blood, indescribably hideous.

Every time, Huo Jingwei woke up from a cold sweat and couldn't fall asleep again for a long time.

She is the thorn in his heart, whether she dials it or not, she is always there to hurt, if she doesn't dial, it hurts, and she gets used to it. But now, Ma Xiaoyun flicked it gently, and it was bloody and wounded.

Huo Jingwei leaned on the sofa for a long time, and it was not until the afternoon sun shone in through the floor-to-ceiling glass window and fell on the green bonsai pot in front of him, reflecting a dazzling light, that Huo Jingwei came back from his contemplation.

Putting on his coat, he pressed the internal telephone in the secretary's office outside.

The call was answered by Ma Xiaoyun, with her unique sweet and mellow voice.

"I'll be waiting for you in the garage downstairs." Huo Jingwei gave a brief explanation and hung up the phone.

Ma Xiaoyun quietly cleaned up the tabletop, and then took the elevator to the underground garage.

In the elevator, she didn't forget to look in the mirror and tidy up her makeup again.

Huo Jingwei sat in the car, holding the steering wheel with both hands, his deep eyes just staring ahead, his thoughts were complicated. Seeing Ma Xiaoyun coming out of the elevator, he pressed the horn lightly.

In this silent garage, this horn startled Ma Xiaoyun and calmed down, she also saw Huo Jingwei in the car here, and walked quickly towards this side.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." She apologized slightly.

"Get in the car." Huo Jingwei tilted his head slightly and motioned for her to get into the car.

Passing by a flower shop, Huo Jingwei stopped the car, got out of the car by himself, and bought two bouquets of white liads.

"This kind of thing, just tell me to do it." Ma Xiaoyun clearly remembers her secretarial duties.

Huo Jingwei didn't speak, just handed the flower to Ma Xiaoyun, let her hold it, and the car went all the way, leaving the city and heading towards the suburbs.

Chaijiashan Cemetery is only twenty miles away from the suburbs, and it is close to the mountains and waters, and according to feng shui, it is indeed a treasure of feng shui.

Surrounded by pines and cypresses, the eyes are full of green, among the green trees, there are tombstones in turn, and there are solemn and sad in it for no reason.

Huo Jingwei walked in front with a bouquet of white liads, Ma Xiaoyun walked behind with another bouquet of white liads, and the two climbed up the stone steps one by one, and finally came to a tombstone on the top floor.

All the way, the expressions of the two were solemn, with infinite sadness.

Although ten years have passed, standing in front of the tomb like this, recalling the scene of that year, it is still painful and sighing.

Huo Jingwei stood in front of the tomb, just staring at the inscription on the tombstone in a daze.

"Born on August 16, 1985"

"Died August 16, 2002"

What a ridiculous and tragic thing, birth, but also death.

The scene of that day, even after ten years, is still far from my eyes, even the sound of the car's emergency brakes, and even the sound of her falling to the ground after being knocked away, are like magic sounds ringing in my mind and ears.

Ma Xiaoyun squatted down, gently placed the white bouquet in front of the tombstone, and whispered softly: "Meiling, Jingwei and I came to see you." ”

"It's been 10 years...... It's been 10 years...... Meiling, you are still so young, look at us, are you much older? How much has changed? When Ma Xiaoyun said this, tears welled up and splashed on the tombstone.

Huo Jingwei pursed his lips tightly, and every line on his cold face was tense. He straightened his body and stood in front of the tomb, not moving, like a sculpture.

"Meiling, are you okay in heaven? Have you made new friends in heaven these ten years? Are you happy in heaven? Ma Xiaoyun hugged the tombstone, still crying so much, she had changed from silent tears to low crying.

"Let's mourn." Huo Jingwei told her in a low voice, and when he said this, his eyes were as red.

This is a thorn in his heart, if he really wants to dial it, his pain is no less than Ma Xiaoyun. As far as Ma Xiaoyun's whispered voice had already poked into his heart.

"How can I not be sad, she is my best friend and yours...... Such a living person, only seventeen years old, just gone, can only lie in this cold underground, which makes me not sad. ”

Ma Xiaoyun cried loudly, and in this silent cemetery, she became more and more sad.

People can't be resurrected after death, if it was useful to cry bitterly, Huo Jingwei would have cried Meiling back a long time ago.

He raised his head slightly, looked up at the sky, and forced the misty tears back.

Ma Xiaoyun was still holding the tombstone, and she couldn't regret it: "Meiling, if you didn't celebrate that birthday back then, maybe, all the tragedies wouldn't have happened, you wouldn't have been humiliated, and you wouldn't have run out of the ...... Then you don't have to lie in this cold ground now...... You will be just like us, in this world, wonderful life......"

Huo Jingwei's fist was clenched tightly, because of the force, all the bone joints were abrupt.

This is the most regrettable thing in his life.

It is true that as Ma Xiaoyun said, if he hadn't invited Meiling to his home for her birthday back then, he wouldn't have met his father, and if his father didn't have to reprimand Meiling with such harsh words, Meiling wouldn't have run out so impulsively, and she wouldn't have been hit by the oncoming truck.

I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me. This is also the reason why Huo Jingwei has been unable to forgive himself for ten years.

Until the twilight became thicker, Ma Xiaoyun was still squatting in front of the tomb and refused to leave.

"Meiling, are you cold down there?" She whispered: "This time I came in a hurry, I didn't prepare anything for you, the next time I come to see you, I must help you prepare beautiful new clothes, help you prepare food, so that you can still live happily over there......"

"Meiling, you don't know, since you left me, I feel that there is no fun anymore, my whispers can no longer be told to you, and I can't help you bear what you can't handle...... Meiling, what good sisters we were back then...... At that time, we still fantasized together about what kind of boyfriend we would have and how many children we would have for him in the future...... But, Meiling, you didn't do anything, you didn't even have a good relationship, you just went......"