Shao Jingci rested his head on the table, his body bent into a painful position, his face was pale and transparent, without a trace of blood. Occasionally, a trace of ** is irrepressibly revealed in the deeply hidden pain.

"Jingci, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, Jingci, I'll be afraid. When Mu Qingxue saw Shao Jingci's painful and uncomfortable appearance, her heart suddenly ached, her limbs were cold, and she screamed uncontrollably: "Come on, come on, help!"

However, she is like staging a one-person mime, a person's heartbreak, a person's pain and despair, silently, no one knows.

She couldn't do anything.

"Ahh

In the silent room, only Mu Qingxue's silent crying and Shao Jingci's suppressed gasps of pain.

When the wheezing gradually subsided, Shao Jingci slowly sat up straight again, and his body was so tired that he seemed to have swam back. Leaning weakly on the corner of the table, Shao Jingci's calm face was like a porcelain jade carving, and the light refracted the clear light on his face.

Shao Jingci threw the blood-stained tissue into the garbage basket, and then resumed his work as if nothing had happened.

The next day, after finishing a day's work, on the way home, Shao Jingci suddenly said to Nangong Li, who was driving: "Ah Li, go to the cemetery first." ”

Every time Shao Jingci went to Mu Qingxue's cemetery, he always let others leave far away. He cleaned the cemetery by himself, and then, sitting by the tombstone, he talked to his wood.

Shao Jingci's fingertips gently slid over Mu Qingxue's photo, and a lover-like whisper murmured: "Wood, I may not be able to hold on, I'm useless, right?" I promised to breathe this for you, but I broke my promise. ”

Shao Jingci's faint words pierced the thin air: "I originally found Jing Xuan to continue to do my unfinished business, but after being raised by my side for so many years, I really regard him as my own son, and I can't bear to let Jing Xuan do it." This matter is too bitter, I can't bear to let Jing Xuan suffer what I have suffered. This is what I should have done, and I can't do it myself, but I have to fake others and force others. I have already stated in my will that it is up to Jing Xuan to choose whether to do it or not, as long as he is doing well, it will be fine. ”

Mu Qingxue sat quietly beside him and accompanied him quietly. His voice was so good, soft, soft into Mu Qingxue's heart.

Looking at Shao Jingci's cold side face from below, like a knife cutting, the slanting sun is warm, and a layer of golden halo is plated on his face, and the thin lips are gentle and indifferent, which makes people feel the warmth of melting snow: "You don't blame me, do you? I know that wood is the best, I'm going to look for you soon, you must not be angry with me, and you must not ignore me." ”

Mu Qingxue's eyes stayed on his face almost greedily. Her voice choked up: "I don't blame you, Jingci, you're too tired, when you come to me, we don't do anything, just stay together every day, okay?"

The mountain wind blew over the tombstone, brushed the beginning of Shao Jingci, turned a corner and blew away to the hillside, the bright mountain flowers swayed gently in the wind, and the tranquility in the silence.

Duan Zimo stood in the distance and waited for Shao Jingci, his eyes were full of worry: "The boss hasn't come to Mu Qingxue's cemetery for a long time, I thought the boss wasn't so sad for Mu Qingxue." ”

Silent Moon sighed softly and overflowed into the wind.

Acacia is not revealed, just because the lovesickness has entered the bones.