The folk rumors are somewhat exaggerated, but they are generally true.

Chu Lange listened quietly, but his heart was so anxious that he flew to Xiao'anshan.

As far as she knew, the teenager was a bit stubborn and shouldn't leave the cemetery easily. It's just that three days have passed, and he is not in good health, can he survive?

The sky is raining, will he take shelter from the rain?

Finally arrived at the foot of Xiaoanshan.

Chu Lange gave the groom half of the money first and asked him to wait a little longer.

The groom honestly agreed, and lent her an umbrella.

Ascending all the way up the newly repaired stone steps, Chu Lange walked very hard. Gradually, it seems that every step of the way has to be exhausted. Sometimes people are so strange that they are about to crumble, but they can still rely on their will to hold on.

The drizzle and the intermittent sound of the piano drifted down from the mountain.

Finally, the man was halfway up the mountain.

The mountains are majestic, and the newly built tombstones stand in the gray sky.

Vast and lonely, looking at the common people.

In front of the tomb, there is a young man, a piano, playing in the rain.

Water droplets hit the guqin, the ten fingers are bright red, and the strings are dyed.

Along with the rain, the blood flowed like a silk net on the bluestone slab.

The bleak wind, Chu Yu, is suffocating.

The handsome and elegant young man in Chu Lange's memory is now like dry bones, and his eyes are deep-set. Usually he loves cleanliness and slight cleanliness, but now he is dirty and messy and disheveled. He used to cherish and cherish the ten fingers that were as green as jade, but now the flesh and blood are blurred, and the white bones are faintly visible!

"Silly, really stupid......"

Chu Lange burst into tears.

Was he bent on dying at the grave?

Why didn't anyone come to persuade him?

Why didn't anyone come to his rescue?

At this moment, Chu Lange clearly felt a touch of hatred in his heart!

People's hearts, is it really so cold?!

It was she who was sorry for him, it was she who didn't take good care of him.

Chu Lange knelt heavily in front of the young man and held his hands helplessly.

In an instant, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Chu Lange was cautious, holding the double wounded hand with tears in her eyes, and opened her mouth to say something, but her throat was blocked, so that she couldn't say a word.

The boy was sluggish and motionless, like a puppet.

"Ayin, it's my ......"

The hoarse voice, the trembling call, was so far away that it seemed to come from the ethereal sky.

The boy's whole body trembled, but it was only a tremble, and soon it was as silent as stagnant water.

Chu Lange hugged him closer, buried his head in his shoulder, his messy heart gradually calmed down, and muttered, "I'm back, I'm not dead." ”

The next moment, the boy trembled violently.

Didn't die?

No, dead, she's dead......

died a bizarre and abrupt death, died a miserable and wronged death, and died an unclear death!

Hate! He spent the rest of his life hating.

I hate everything in the world, I hate all the hypocrisy, I hate my own incompetence, I hate that I can't do anything for her, I hate that I can't get justice for her.

Be...... Dreams?

It was as if I heard her say it back.

He should be dying, is she finally coming to pick him up?

That's nice......

Chu Lange sensed that something was wrong, and suddenly looked at the young man, and found that the corners of his lips were devouring a strange light smile, and his face couldn't help but change, and he said hurriedly: "Ayin, it's me." I'm Chu Lange, and I'm really back. Let's leave the capital together and go back to Taoyuan Town, okay? ”

Yu Feiyin remained unmoved.

Chu Lange said softly, "Didn't you say it before? If I am tired that day and want to return to the field, we will go to your hometown Taoyuan Town together and live an ordinary and indifferent life. ”

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