"Wash your hands and eat, stop playing." In a relatively remote house in England, a gentle young man wearing an apron put the freshly fried dishes in his hand on the dining table, glanced at a man in the living room sitting on the ground with a child playing with each other like a child, shook his head helplessly, turned around and went into the kitchen.

“Wenttodinnerwithuncle？ (Going to dinner with your uncle?) The man picked up the English child with his teeth and claws, stood up and walked to the table, a pair of rimless glasses on the high bridge of his nose, and a gentle smile on the corners of his mouth and eyes. walked up to the young man who was setting the dishes and chopsticks, bowed his head and kissed the young man's face. Holding the child and sitting on a chair on the side. looked at a table of his favorite dishes: "Xiaocan, you are becoming more and more virtuous now." ”

Zhang Can, who had just been kissed in front of the child, bit his lower lip, his delicate face was flushed with shame, and he stuffed the chopsticks in his hand into the man's hand: "Qin Zhihao, you do some strange things in front of Candy again, be careful of starving you." ”

"Well, Xiaocan is the best for me." Qin Zhihao smiled at Zhang Can like a child. Raising his hand to hold the dish, he blew it gently, and slowly fed the beautiful little girl in his arms. Zhang Can held the rice, looked at the man in front of him who got along well with the child, his bright eyes darkened, and he lowered his head and slowly ate the rice one bite at a time.

"Qin Zhihao"

"What's wrong, Xiaocan?" Qin Zhihao looked at Zhang Can, who bowed his head to eat and did not speak, and had some doubts in his heart.

"Do you like children very much?" Zhang Can asked cautiously, for fear that he would say the same.

Qin Zhihao looked at Zhang Can, whose ears were red, shook his head helplessly, and slowly said: "I like children with my lover."

"I'm sorry I can't give you a child." Zhang Can lowered his head, and his slightly long hair blocked his expression, so that people could not see what he was thinking. He stood up and put down the dishes and chopsticks, and said in a low voice, "I'm full." He went back to his bedroom. Qin Zhihao looked at the closed door and lowered his eyes. The child in his arms was babbling and grabbing his neck, with a sweet smile on his face

In the crematorium of the funeral home, 11 men in black suits stood outside the cremation room in an orderly manner, their hands crossed in front of them, and their heads bowed slightly. Such a scene has aroused a lot of discussions, some people say that the boss of the underworld died, and some people say that it is to make a scene for others to see. The flat-headed man at the head looked a little haggard, his eyes hollowly looking at the fire burning in the special glass door in front of him, and tears quietly flowing from the corners of his eyes. Not far away, a tall and handsome man hugged the woman who was crying a little unsupportably in his arms, his sword eyebrows wrinkled vigorously, looking at the man at the door of the cremation room, his eyes were a little dim.

"The cremation has been completed, and the family can go in and sweep the ashes." The staff wearing masks and work clothes pushed the door and walked out, looked at the posture in front of him, subconsciously stunned, and took two steps back.

"Wuzi, go get the urn." Miao Lang's slender fingers wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said coldly, and a man behind him stood up straight and hurriedly retreated. Miao Lang took a deep breath and walked in. Looking at the mess and ashes on the bed, he smiled faintly, and reached out to touch the ashes that were still a little hot: "Barr, is this what you want?" A box and a tombstone. ”

"Miaozi." Yuan Shuo stood at the door with a white flower on his left chest, looking at his muttering brother, his heart tightened: how important this woman is to him. "The urn is here, don't delay the good time." Yuan Shuo took the white urn from the hands of his five sons, and on it was pasted a black-and-white photo of Li Baer with the best smile before his death. Miao Lang nodded, took the box, and put it in the box with a handful of ashes in both hands. "This is where your new life begins, Baer." Miao Lang picked up the box, raised his head and closed his eyes, raised his feet and walked towards Lin Jiong, trying to squeeze out a smile: "Little sister-in-law, do you want to hug Ba'er in the end?" Lin Wei only felt that his eyes were a little black, and he reached out to take the box and hugged it in his arms, quietly shedding tears.

So the ceremony was held at the best time that the feng shui master said, and the night slowly fell, and when everyone was ready to leave, Miao Lang sat cross-legged in front of the tombstone, looked at the smiling charming photo on the tombstone, and smiled. When Yuan Shuo was about to step forward and ask him to leave, he was grabbed by Qin Zhibie and shook his head.

"Daughter-in-law, it's over. You can rest in peace, I'll sit here with you, okay? I used to always go to work and play games, and I didn't have time to talk to you properly. But you believe me, I love you, eh? Miao Lang took off the ring on his little finger and held it up to show her: "I won't leave the ring to you, I want to wear it on my hand, so that I can feel that you are by my side and have never left." ”

Once a person leaves her body, once she has no thoughts, even if she is a soul, she always wanders in the world, hovering around the person she can't let go.

"Girl, take a saliva. Well? Qin Zhibei took Lin Wei back to his home and took them home. The home is still like that, what was it like when she left, what is it like now, all the furniture curtains are the ones she originally chose. Lin Wei sat on the sofa, still sobbing softly, leaning on Qin Zhibie's arms, inexplicably relieved. Qin Zhibei picked up the glass, gently placed it on her chapped lips, and slowly crossed the water for her. Lin Jiong suddenly felt inexplicably irritable in his heart, suddenly sat up, knocked over the cup, the glass was broken to the ground, crying and waving his hand against Qin Zhibie's body, crying loudly: "What are you doing here!" What are you doing here! If you don't come back, Ba'er won't die, and Ichiē will still be the same!! If you didn't know Miao Lang, Baer wouldn't have become like this!! You bastard! Qin Zhifare, you're a fucking bastard! Qin Zhibei gritted his teeth, raised his hand to grab her hands, reached out and grabbed the back of her neck a little rudely, forcing her to look at him, staring at her with bloodshot scarlet eyes: "People have birth, old age, sickness and death, and you and I will have to experience it in the future!" This has nothing to do with knowing me and Miao Lang or not! Lin Jiong, be sober! If you were to say that, then if I didn't know you, I wouldn't be by your side like I am now! ”

"Bow down?" Lin Wei struggled to break free of his hand, his face full of anger, "Do you like me to make you feel down!" Then you don't have to! ”

Qin Zhibei stood up, his hands clenched into fists, his chest heaving greatly because of anger, he could see that he was forbearing, he didn't want to hurt her. The man squinted his eyes a little dangerously, sneered, and yelled at her: "Is it necessary? You think I don't want to be by your side all the time? Do you still think that this qiē mistake was my departure in the first place?! You think I want to leave? If it weren't for your dad pointing his nose and scolding me and telling me to get out of here, you think I would leave?! ”

Lin Bing's eyes widened, "You said my dad looked for you?" ”

Qin Zhibei closed his mouth, blaming himself in his heart for how he couldn't control himself, and said it.

"Qin Zhi's farewell?" Lin Wei's voice trembled slightly, "When?" ”