The office efficiency of the Intermediate People's Court of Nuanzhou City has never been so fast.

It took them just 2 days to complete all the steps from the prosecution to the trial. Mu Yunan was convicted of "attempting to subvert state power" and was sentenced to death immediately – even though he had already died once.

The killer hired by Mu Yunan was killed on the spot in a small town in the far north the next day. Shun Teng, the professional killer organization composed of only 12 people, was also completely wiped out on the same day. This is the power of the state apparatus, the enormous energy that no one can imagine when the event does not happen.

…… Cheng Junjie's knees were close to the ground, and his trouser legs were crawling with ants, but he didn't realize it. He stared at Ye Zixin's black-and-white photos without blinking, and after 7 days, his heart was still painful.

In front of the tombstone, there were two red books, Cheng Junjie trembled his hands, took out a lighter and lit them, and slowly watched them turn to ashes and end them. As soon as the wind blew, he finally couldn't hold back his tears, his whole body bowed, and his head slammed on the marble floor in front of the tomb.

Qin Jinxiu and Su Man stood aside with red eyes, both wanting to comfort Cheng Junjie, but they couldn't cry and couldn't speak.

For a man whose heart is broken into grains of sand, any words of comfort are futile. All one can hope for is to allow time to slowly and little by little re-stitch the wound in his heart that cannot be completely restored to its original state.

After Liang Xiaohui was exhausted from scolding, he finally left crying, and Cheng Junjie's parents also left with several leaders in the city after a while.

Everyone knew in their hearts that Cheng Junjie needed to stay alone. There are many people, which makes him feel more uncomfortable.

Su Man and Qin Jinxiu stood with Cheng Junjie for a long time, and after repeated persuasion failed, they took a little food and put it beside him, and then walked out of the cemetery with red eyes.

Cheng Junjie doesn't seem to feel the soreness on his legs at all, and his seemingly thin but incomparably strong body is enough to deal with this insignificant self-abuse.

"Zixin ......"

The gentle evening breeze swept across his face, and Cheng Junjie finally choked up and called out his lover's name, but beside him, a person suddenly approached.

Zeng Guoyi stood behind Cheng Junjie and was silent for a long time. He never thought that a big man could be in such a situation.

After standing for a long time, he finally couldn't help but say, "Is there anything I can do to help you?" My father is Zeng Dajiang. ”

Zeng Dajiang, the name is very earthy, but very hard. It is hard to be below one person in Jiangsu and Zhejiang Province and above 100 million people. The governor is Zeng Dajiang.

Cheng Junjie raised his eyelids, as if he didn't care at all, slowly turned his head, moistened his throat with saliva, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Help me compensate her parents, they are now a family with me!" ”

Zeng Guoyi didn't expect Cheng Junjie to say this, he was slightly stunned, and then said in a low voice: "The dead person is already dead." Those who are alive will continue. You're alive and shouldn't feel like you're dead. ”

Cheng Junjie's eyes rolled slightly, and he said lifelessly: "Half of the soul has been drained, what's the difference between being dead and dead?" ”

Zeng Guoyi shook his head and let out a long sigh: "You can be sad, but if you are sad for too long, you will be wasted." When the time comes, we'll really kill you. Cheng Junjie, a man can be infatuated and affectionate, but he can't take these as the whole of your life. The Ministry of Health issued an order for you to report to Jinghua City immediately. ”

"What's the report?"

Zeng Guoyi said: "Full-time health doctor in the chief's office. ”

Cheng Junjie shook his head: "Don't go." ”

"Why?"

"I want to stay in Nuanzhou City and accompany her forever."

"Stupid!"

"Probably." Cheng Junjie raised his head, as if there were crystal tears flashing in his eyes, and inhaled his breath, "Life is always spent in constantly doing stupid things and making up for the mistakes caused by stupid things, isn't it?" ”

Zeng Guoyi thought about it, took out his mobile phone, and dialed his father's number.

"He doesn't agree."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and finally a voice came out: "I'll figure it out." ”

Zeng Guoyi hung up the phone with confidence, and then patted Cheng Junjie's shoulder and said, "If I can help, I have already helped." The Zeng family still owes you half of the love, and you will come to me again when you are in big trouble. ”

…… Hospitals and schools, as well as the Municipal Health Bureau, all gave Cheng Junjie a long vacation.

One afternoon half a month later, Cheng Junjie was silently alone in his and Ye Zixin's wedding room, quietly holding a brush and writing slowly. The aroma of green tea wafting from the teacups filled the room. On the rice paper, every word is no different from the words printed on the copybook.

"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. Zhuang Zhouxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and jade. This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time. ”

Cheng Junjie put down his pen, picked up the teacup, and glanced at the photo of Ye Zixin hanging on the wall. There were finally no more tears in his eyes.

After all, a pain will not be on the face forever. Sinking in your heart is the best way.

The pot of licograss is placed below Ye Zixin's photo.

Cheng Junjie occasionally thinks about how many similar things he has to gather here in his life, and how many times he has to tear his heart and lungs before it ends.

I took a sip of green tea slightly, and the bitterness in my mouth gradually turned into sweetness.

For a while, Cheng Junjie suddenly missed the fact that Gan Herb and Ye Zixin were still there. So he immediately put down his cup, grabbed his car keys, and walked out of the house.

…… The old house of licograss has not been cleaned for nearly a month.

Of course, for some special reasons, this room has not been visited by ordinary thieves.

Cheng Junjie took out the key, walked into the front hall, walked through the courtyard, and glanced at the stone table that was once full of laughter.

With red eyes, he entered the room where he and Ye Zixin had slept temporarily, first sat quietly, and then began to open the cabinets one by one.

Suddenly, a relatively new notebook appeared in his eyes.

Cheng Junjie took it out and opened it to take a look, and the juanxiu font was indeed left by Ye Zixin.

Licograss left in a hurry, and they left in a hurry.

A notebook that fell in the drawer of the old house of licograss made Cheng Junjie's body tremble a little again.

"My Applejack is a hero of the world, and one day, he will come and marry me on a colorful auspicious cloud."

Cheng Junjie burst into tears and closed the notebook and held it tightly in his arms.

"Zixin, I promise you, I promise you......"

He took out his mobile phone, dialed Zeng Guoyi's phone, and cried and said: "The last half of the favor, I want a future." I want to be a master, I want everyone, and I don't dare to touch them again! No one can touch my ......! ”

Zeng Guoyi listened to Cheng Junjie's childlike appeal on his mobile phone, nodded lightly and said, "From now on, we don't owe each other." ”

In the hundred-year-old mansion, Cheng Junjie leaned against the wall as if he had collapsed, crying loudly, as if he wanted to vent the hatred, resentment, and bitterness of this life.

A virgin who died with a wife said: I will definitely live well.

(To be continued)