When Xia Ke walked out of the hospital, Ye Ziteng didn't know where to take out a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and handed it to her. She thought that she had not received a bouquet of flowers for two days in the hospital, but she had received it when she was discharged from the hospital, but it seemed that it was not very flattering.

But it doesn't matter, she doesn't deliberately ask for it to be a lily carnation or something, it's good to have it.

"Thank you." Xia Ke waved the white chrysanthemum in his hand, his strength was too great, and he almost didn't throw the petals on Ye Ziteng's face.

"It's not for you." Ye Ziteng moved the bouquet away from his eyes, "Give it to Steward Qi for me." ”

Xia Ke raised his eyebrows, knowing that this unconscionable person would not be so kind, and when he sent flowers, it was estimated that it would be at his funeral.

Xia Ke nodded, "Got it." ”

Ye Ziteng was carrying Xia Ke's bag on his shoulder, which contained clothes and pants that Xia Ke was unwilling to throw away. What Xia Ke was wearing was the clothes that Ye Ziteng had prepared for her, which was said to have been picked by Duan Zhen for her, which was very suitable for the atmosphere of the funeral.

Similar to a cheongsam modified skirt, the skirt just covers Xia Ke's knees. The color is not a single black, but a bit of navy blue, and the navy blue transitions to black, starting from the placket of the summer guest to the skirt. In Duan Zhen's words, the funeral was already very depressing, and black would only make the funeral more dull.

The shoes under her feet make Xia Ke a little unaccustomed, but fortunately, it is only a thin heel of air centimeters, if it is ten centimeters, I am afraid she will not wear this.

"Okay, I'm leaving," Xia Ke carried the matching handbag and waved towards Ye Ziteng, "I'll go to the high-speed rail station to find you." ”

They were going to take the high-speed train back to Lunan from Beijing today, and the message from the uncle said that there was something to do with Xia Ke.

Ye Ziteng saw Xia Ke leave, and Xia Ke walked out of the hospital and stopped a taxi.

When he got in the car, the driver's uncle asked Xia Ke: "Where is the little girl?" ”

Xia Ke looked down at his dress, glanced at the white chrysanthemum in his hand again, and said with a smile: "Uncle, you are so funny, I am wearing black and holding a white chrysanthemum, is it that I am going to the wedding?" If nothing else, I'm going to the funeral anyway. ”

The uncle couldn't answer what Xia Ke said, so he had to laugh wryly. Xia Ke was not annoyed, and continued: "Uncle, I'm going to meet an old man, and it's in the cemetery. Sorry for your help. ”

Although Shangjing City is big, there is only one cemetery, and there is no need for Xia Ke to say in detail, the uncle has already set off in the car.

Xia Ke did not walk into the funeral scene, she just stood outside the auditorium with a bouquet of white chrysanthemums. Mourning music came from inside the auditorium, and everyone had a sad look on their faces. The black cloth has white characters written on it, and the white and yellow chrysanthemums are so dazzling that people want to throw them all away.

A person's life is so simple, someone weeps for you when you are born, and someone tears for you when you die, as if this life exists for the sake of people's tears.

It wasn't until the housekeeper's relatives sent the housekeeper's ashes away that Xia Ke came out of the wall, and she came just to see the housekeeper. But she really couldn't find an identity to attend his funeral, so should she tell the housekeeper's family that it was my error of judgment that caused his death?

If she says that, I'm afraid she should have a funeral

In fact, she never wanted to hide anything, but she had not yet found a way to make amends.

Xia Ke looked down at his hands, everything would be over, in the most decisive and cruel way.

She walked towards the place where the butler was buried, and a white figure made her clench her palms.

Xia Ke was vigilant like a hedgehog, and his whole body was full of you, don't come near me, or I'll kill you. The boy standing across from him was dressed in a well-cut white suit, and the black bow made the collar of his shirt look extra straight. He held a large black umbrella in his right hand and his left hand in the pocket of his suit pants.

His bangs have grown a lot, covering his eyes, and his whole face looks smaller and smaller under the cover of his bangs. Only the red lips contrast with the fair skin.

The boy stood very casually, and Xia Ke noticed that the boy was still wearing the black headphones, and the headphone cord bypassed the black * knot, and finally disappeared into the boy's suit.

"What are you going to do!" Xia Ke asked in a cold voice.

The boy felt Xia Ke's nervousness, and he sneered wantonly, as if he was laughing at Xia Ke's too nervousness.

"Little sister, don't be nervous, I'm just coming to see you, we haven't seen each other for a long time, haven't we? I miss you so much, do you miss me? Little sister. He even shook the black umbrella in his hand, grinned at Xia Ke and smiled: "Sister, you see that I also specially made an umbrella, and people say that attending funerals is like this." ”

The young man's smile was gentle, and the sun above his head was not hot, just like the boy's smile, warm enough to make people want to get closer. Xia Ke was still holding the bouquet of white chrysanthemums that were going to be given to Steward Qi, she looked at the young man with the umbrella, "I don't want you, you can go, I don't want to do anything with you now." Also, he doesn't know you. ”

After saying that, Xia Ke turned around and continued to walk towards the cemetery.

The young man followed behind Xia Ke, his eyes locked on Xia Ke's back, "Young lady, you don't want to do anything with me, right, in fact, you don't want me to disturb him." ”

Xia Ke shook the hand holding the white chrysanthemum, but still didn't look back.

"I don't know how you found me, but I don't want to see you right now, so you'd better leave." She was about to visit the housekeeper, and she didn't want anyone to disturb him.

"But sister, I miss you, my brother misses you too, sister ......"

"Enough!" Xia Ke roared at the young man vigorously to vent his anger, "Listen, Qin Huai, I don't care what you're here for, and I don't care who your brother is, in short, you leave here for me now, immediately!" ”

The young man stepped back, his brows furrowed, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, "Sister, you don't have to say it so loudly, I can hear it, sister, are you angry now, right?" But it's not my fault, I didn't kill him, and sister, you also avenged him, what else do you have to be angry about? That person is not good-looking, and he is old, sister, why do you like him and he doesn't like me! ”

"!" Xia Ke glared at Qin Huai, where the hell did this bear kid run out, there was simply no way to communicate normally. Xia Ke turned around and left, not planning to reason with Qin Huai again.

"Sister, everyone is going to die......"

"Shut up!" Xia Ke turned his head viciously, "You are a Yuan Demon, what qualifications do you have to evaluate his life." He was an innocent victim, you know? He is not known how many times better than you, the bear child, and he should live happier than anyone else, instead of lying in a cold grave! ”

"Sister, do you know? You held a funeral for him, but Sun Che didn't, he died lonely and desperate, and he couldn't even find his body. ”

"Heh, this is really the funniest joke I've ever heard," Xia Ke stood still and pointed a handful of white chrysanthemums at Qin Huai's nose, "Do you murderer villains still know what loneliness and despair are?" What is the difference between you and those Grim Reapers, who mercilessly harvest life, you still want corpses, what a joke, Grim Reaper will ask you for your corpse? ”

Lonely and desperate, this kind of word really doesn't apply to murderers like you at all. Xia Ke still remembers that when Sun Che died, there was no trace of despair on his face, but he was crazy about the pagans who wanted to sacrifice.

When slaughtering a human life, it is like crushing an ant, why should such a person be lonely and hopeless.

"The so-called loneliness and despair are just an excuse you make for yourself." Xia Ke scoffed, "The truly lonely and desperate person is already lying in the grave. ”

Qin Huai's face was very ugly, he couldn't find a reason to refute Xia Ke, because he really didn't understand what loneliness and despair were, the dark memories of his youth had long since become blurred, and he only remembered the warmth he received after being adopted.

In order to continue to have this warmth, he can give everything he has.

"Sister, I won't bother you," Qin Huai took a step closer, relying on the advantage of height, he lowered his eyes and looked at Xia Ke with a sneering face, "My brother and I will miss you, sister." With that, he leaned down and gently hugged Xia Ke with one hand.

His arm didn't touch Xia Ke, he just circled Xia Ke, but just like this, Xia Ke was already very scared. She stiffened and didn't dare to move, but the Yuan Force in her hand had already begun to gather. As long as Qin Huai made any move, she could give him a fatal blow at any time.

"Sister, don't be nervous," Qin Huai's voice was very soft, he arched his chin on Xia Ke's shoulder like a coquettish child, "Goodbye, sister." ”

Xia Ke felt the touch on her shoulder, she closed her eyes, Yuan Li dissipated in the moment she closed her eyes, and she said weakly: "You go." ”

She thought that people were here to smash the field, but the purpose of the teenager was just to say something brainless.

Qin Huai left with a smile, the corners of his mouth always expressing that there would be a conspiracy, but Xia Ke couldn't guess what that conspiracy was, she couldn't even grasp the corners of the conspiracy.

This teenager who suddenly appeared at the funeral made Xia Ke feel what is called crisis for the first time.

Who is the elder brother in the boy's mouth, and what is his purpose? Is it her, or Ye Ziteng? Or, is it all the Elemental Exorcists?

The white chrysanthemum in his hand is a little dehydrated, probably because of the dry weather, the petals are a little sad, and the leaves are half-hanging.

Xia Ke walked step by step to the graveyard of the housekeeper, and in the invisible place behind her, the young man stood under the shade of a tree with an umbrella, and under the umbrella, there was a gentle man with a smile.