"Cheer up, this fire is man-made, you should know that you have a lot to do next."

Song Qinglan smiled tiredly and bitterly: "Yes, there are still many things to do." But what's the point? ”

Mourning is greater than heart death, and her heart is like ashes at the moment.

"I know, it was Guan Ziyun who did it, I made Gu Sinian miserable, this is her tribute to me. But...... I'm tired and there's no point. ”

She buried her face in the crook of her arm.

A single individual is just a speck of dust from the times.

These people, who have passed through that era, have left a bunch of wounds on their bodies, and they have also piled up a lot of heartaches in their hearts. It has nothing to do with good or bad, these injuries are evidence that they have existed.

However, I was really tired.

She has been dating He Zhiyuan since she was a child, and she respects each other like a brother.

Before those things happened, she ran after each other all day long, and at her age at the time, she didn't know what love was. Knowing that the other party is your family is a very important part.

But now, this part, he is gone.

What's the point of being alive?

If the center of gravity of human life is tilted, then her center of gravity must be the source.

He is the whole meaning of her existence, the motivation for her to keep walking, but now this motivation no longer exists, and she can't even hate it.

……

Qi Suya and Jiang Jingyun stayed here, and the two of them helped Song Qinglan deal with He Zhiyuan's afterlife.

It wasn't until three days later that Qi Suya sighed lightly: "Look ahead." ”

Song Qinglan looked sluggish, and suddenly buried her face in her palm.

"I envy you."

She smiled wryly.

"There are some things that are contrary to the ideal."

The intellect knows what it should do clearly, but the mind does not want to obey it.

She was envious of Qi Suya, even jealous.

They also lost a very important person in their lives, but for Qi Suya, Chu Yanchen was only a dozen of her life.

For Song Qinglan, He Zhiyuan, one person is already all of her.

……

As when he came, Jiang Jingyun was in charge of driving, and Qi Suya was sitting in the co-pilot's seat.

She stared sideways out of the window, her thoughts flying, recalling that Song Qinglan's face was withered, as if the sky above her head had completely collapsed, and her life seemed to have ushered in the twilight of the end.

"You say, will she die?"

She withdrew her gaze from the window and turned to Jiang Jingyun, who was driving.

Jiang Jingyun's face did not change much, he was still graceful and elegant, as if everything was not in his heart.

"Anyway, that's her choice. Death can sometimes be a relief in disguise. ”

He spit out affectionate words from his mouth, and Qi Suya was stunned for a long time before she let out an 'ah-'.

She thought that she probably understood Jiang Jingyun a little.

This man is not cold-blooded, he is just too rational and sees everything too thoroughly.

His only emotional work comes from his family, and even if he knows in his heart that some things should be done and some things should not be done, because he is a 'person', he will occasionally do what he knows he can't do, and occasionally let himself go.

This is a side of him that is not easy to be found by anyone, and he is more humane.

"What's the matter?"

He took out one hand and rubbed her head: "Were you frightened by what I said?" ”