In the cemetery on the outskirts, the cold wind blows bitingly.

Wen Ci got out of the car, wearing a black coat, slacks, and casual shoes, with a long body like jade, as always, with delicate and warm eyebrows.

Holding a bouquet of chrysanthemums in his hand, at this time, it was drizzling in the sky, falling on his hair, after closing the car door, he was inexplicably a little upset, frowned and opened the car door again, took out a pack of cigarettes from the car, lit it and smoked.

In the light rain, the cold wind blowing between the rain and the rain made it even colder.

And Wen Ci didn't seem to feel cold, and after a few seconds of silence, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket idly.

I called Chen Ye, Peach Blossom looked at the mist-shrouded cemetery in the distance, holding a chrysanthemum in one hand, walking on long legs, holding a mobile phone in the other hand and asking, with a cigarette in his mouth and asked vaguely, "Where is Fu Yu's tomb?" ”

"The last one in Zone B." After Chen Ye finished answering, he smiled faintly and joked casually, "What? When the person is gone, he suddenly misses him? ”

Wen Ci frowned and took a deep breath of cigarette, twisted it and threw it into the trash can next to him, before he replied lightly, "I blocked two shots for me, I have to give him some explanation." ”

His tone was very flat, all on a parallel line, without any ups and downs, and no emotion could be heard.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Ci went straight to the direction that Chen Ye said.

In front of the tombstone, there are only names, no photos.

Wen Ci pursed his lips, stood in front of the tombstone, was silent for a long time, and many memories of the past flashed in his head, wanting to open his mouth to say something.

In the end, it turned into a sigh.

He bowed slightly, put the chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone, stared at the name on it lightly, and his tone was also light, without any emotion, "You said that in your life, why bother." ”

Fu Yu deserves to die, but it shouldn't be for him.

Fu Yu's life does not belong to him, and how to judge it should be left to the law.

In the end, he actually owed Fu Yu a life.

When a person dies, the grievances and grievances of the past are eliminated, and there is no need for the living to linger.

Wen Ci stood in the slight rain curtain and was silent for a while, and finally, he slowly spoke, "Are you unwilling?" ”

Who is Fu Yu, he understands that his reputation was finally turned back by his subordinates, and he must be unwilling.

In the past, Fu Yu did these things for Fu Yu and for him.

Wen Ci only felt that he seemed to owe something to Fu unknowingly.

He was forced, put under some pressure.

"If you're unwilling, I can't help you."

After being silent for a long time, Wen Ci suddenly and lightly spoke, "Your organization, as well as your anti-water subordinates, will finally come down to accompany you, and when the time comes, you can solve it in another world." ”

Wen Ci's voice was very soft, so light that it was almost inaudible, and as soon as he spoke, it was blown away by the breeze.

I owe you my life, and I can only help you get here.

Wen Ci finally looked at the tombstone and shook his head and smiled, not knowing what he was laughing at.

That's it—

That group of people, the remnants of Fu Yu's party, is going to end after all.

If you do something bad, how can you not end it?

He turned and left.

As soon as I left, the breeze blew through the treetops, and a burst of fallen leaves fell and scattered on the bouquet of chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone.

......

A week later, the Spring Festival.

Inside a prison.

in one room.

There were uniformed correctional officers standing on the stage, talking about something.

The underneath are all dressed in uniform clothes - prison uniforms.

It's not very pretty, but when you come here, you have to wear it.

One of the men sat in his position with his eyes down, holding a pen in his hand, his eyebrows were cold, very indifferent, listening to the words on the stage, his brows would be twisted disapprovingly from time to time.

But in the end, the slender hand still put down the pen and wrote it in the notebook.

The words on it are vigorous and powerful, flowing and beautiful.

"Fu Shenyao." The discipline on the stage called his name with a cold face.

Fu Shenyao raised his eyes, and his eyes swept over with a cold and gloomy expression.

This is an innate aura that cannot be thrown away anywhere.

The discipline twisted his eyebrows, only feeling that there was a trace of coldness on his back, but he knew that this man would not actually do anything out of the ordinary, he was very cold, his whole body was cold, so cold that people almost dared not approach.

But he has always listened to discipline, even if your words make his face look ugly, he will not open his mouth to disobey a word, only endless silence.

General discipline will not really compete with Fu Shenyao, Chen also explained, this is a psychological problem, you can't provoke him too extremely, so far there will be psychiatrists to see Fu Shenyao's situation every once in a while.

The disciplinarian asked, "Tell me, why did you come in here?" Why do people live? ”

"If you make a mistake, come and reform." Fu Shenyao replied.

Concise and indifferent, no nonsense.

This is what Wanwan taught him, to learn to take responsibility.

"One more question?" The disciplinarian looked at him and asked.

Fu Shenyao, "......"

He lives for Wanwan and for his children.

Why is someone else alive, how will he know?

However, this question does not seem to be answered randomly.

The answer is wrong, what if the discipline thinks that he is not reformed well?

So...... There was another endless silence.

Discipline, "Fu Shenyao? ”

"It's not very clear." Fu Shenyao raised his eyes and looked at the discipline, "Now I only know that I can't do bad things while I live." You teach the rest. ”

His answer was perfunctory, but perfunctory.

The answer is in the gray area in the middle.

You teach it, you teach, and it's up to me whether you listen or not.

Fu Shenyao is like this here, he agrees with acquiescing to everything you say, and he will do it, but there are some, he will reserve his opinion.

But of course he wouldn't do his own opinions.

"Alright, man lives—"

"Discipline, tell Fu Shenyao to come out, someone will watch him." A sudden voice at the door interrupted the discipline.

"What's the name of the person coming? I'll record it. "Discipline asked.

Fu Shenyao looked sideways, looked at the door, pursed his lips and did not speak.

The last time, someone came to see him and brought him bad news.

My brother died.

It's really not good news, after all, it's my brother, so why ......

His eyes were down, and his sockets were heavy and cold, without any light, and even if he was in this swamp, his emotions did not fluctuate.

Until, I heard the man at the door call a familiar name.

The hand hanging by his side trembled.

The man also added, "It's a star, on the other side of the gate, the star is really beautiful, better than the one on the camera." ”

Shen Juan, who was over there, was called to an empty room and asked her to sit and wait in the room.

She sat in her position, hesitating, not knowing what was going on with him now.

"Click-"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Shen Wanwan suddenly raised his eyes and looked towards the door......

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PS: 10,000, more finished