In late June, the sky is always cloudy and sunny, and dark clouds seem to be about to fall on people's heads. Under the hot sky, there were equally hot rains, and thousands of strands were entangled and falling, making people upset.

Ping Yan held a blue oil umbrella, paused, and quietly looked at the figure in the cemetery. Then he walked over slowly, put a few white chrysanthemums in his hand in front of the monument, stepped back, closed the umbrella, and bowed three times solemnly and sadly.

The black-and-white photo on the stele is still fresh and smart, and the feather coat is smiling brightly, as if it is forever frozen in that moment.

She smiled like this, so that people could feel less distressed.

"Actually, I'm the worst." Shen Yuchen hooked her lips, a little depressed self-deprecation, "For so many years, I have always known her heart for me, but I have always pretended to be incomprehensible and repeatedly refused, and in the past three years in Qingzhou, she has been like a fish in water in Lido, I have always regarded her as my tacit partner, but I have never cared much about her joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and even until the moment she died, if I hadn't witnessed those things, I wouldn't have known what kind of life she lived." ”

"I'm a beast, I saved her life back then, but I selfishly asked her to pay for her life."

He stood in the twilight rain, like a still shadow on the stage, being repeatedly kneaded in the palm of fate, acting out involuntary joys and sorrows. The raindrops hit his face, condensed in his dark green stubble, like tears, or perhaps, tears.

His dark red eyes were misty, like alleys that could not be seen at a glance, dilapidated and mottled.

Ping Yan looked at him like this, and her heart ached for a while, as if she was being pinched and rubbed, and unconsciously, her eyes were also a little hot.

"The dead are gone, the past is ashes, the good and the bad are all crushed into the dust, and it is useless to think about it. And those who are alive should work harder. Live for yourself and live for them, because they used to work so hard for themselves to have a chance to live. ”

She held up an umbrella and put it over his head, at least for this moment, to block the wind and rain above his head.

"The Shen Yuchen I know is chic and uninhibited, honest and strong, never stuck in the depression on the road of life, falling to the ground, and slumping, on the contrary, he will turn his grief into strength, move forward bravely, and comfort the dead in the sky with what he has done." She looked into his eyes, her eyes deep, like a gurgling spring, solid instilled into the bottom of his eyes, trying to awaken his fighting spirit.

She admired Yu Yuyi's dedication, and she didn't want her to spend her life for what Shen Yuchen had exchanged.

"She won't die in vain, because she and I both know that you will fight back, you will take revenge."

"I will accompany you, no matter the danger or rain, and avenge her together."

In Shen Yu's gray eyes, a grain of light converged, like a dead tree in spring, slowly coming back to life. He stretched out his hand and stuck it to Ping Yan's hand pressed on the umbrella bone, clenching it little by little, so that her temperature could penetrate through his numb palm, warm Su's blood veins, and reach the bottom of his heart.

Only then did he seem to hear his own heartbeat again.

Realizing that his body was still alive, and realizing that in this troubled world, on the way to his life, there was still a person by his side, who was with him, suffering, suffering, struggling, trekking, and struggling.

He looked back at Ping Yan with tears in his eyes. Her eyes were like a key, softly poking into his heart, and with a slight twist, she opened the door of his heart. He could even hear a crisp drop on the ground.

Then, she filled herself completely, quietly, perceiving her own happiness and sorrow.

Shen Yuchen hugged her tightly, whimpering and crying, heart-rending sounds, all the thousands of emotions that were suppressed and lumpy were like a flood that opened the floodgates, all on her shoulders, unloaded and released.

Ping Yan stood on tiptoe, nestled on his shoulders and neck, and it seemed that there was rain and wind blowing into her eyes, blowing her eyes sour and hot.

She gradually lost her eyes, and she didn't know when her face was covered with tears.

She leaned on Shen Yuchen's arms, gradually losing her strength, like a weathered traveler, finally letting down her guard in the warm accommodation, enjoying this hard-won spiritual fit.

The rain seemed to be heavier again, and thunder and lightning were faint in the sky. The umbrella in her hand could no longer hold it, and it hung to the ground, and the umbrella was thrown onto her stocking cheongsam along the water, stabbing her bones painfully.

She didn't care about anything, and she didn't want to care about anything anymore, she just stretched out her hand unscrupulously, tightly, firmly, and hugged Shen Yujian.

It seems that all that is left in this world is the fiery and violent heartbeat between each other.

After struggling thousands of times, she finally sank in love.

......

Yu Yi's confession suicide note was handed over to the police station, and the case of the revolutionaries transferring guns and ammunition was closed.

Ping Yan even felt that Mu Zicheng had already recognized Shen Yuji's identity.

It's night.

Ping Yan was dressed in night clothes, moving like a rabbit in various rooms of the Qingyun Gang.

She was here to steal the contract that Feather Coat's deathbed had requested. She didn't tell Shen Yuchen about the contract and tonight's action, he had already lost his life in the Youth Sports Gang, and she couldn't put him in danger anymore and gamble with his life and luck.

Entering through the window, under the dusk moonlight, I could vaguely see Huo Sanye lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. She clicked over and looked around the bedroom, looking through everything she needed to see, but she still couldn't find the safe.

Unconsciously walked to the side of the bed. The curtains flickered, and the yellowed moonlight shone through the shadows of the trees, vaguely rippling on his face, like a ghost.

Ping Yan's emotions rolled, thinking of Shen Yuchen's suffering, thinking of the death of Yu Yixiang, thinking of his various evil deeds that mutilated people's lives, hatred came from her heart, and she took out the meniscus knife from her sleeve, and the tip of the knife went down vertically and slowly downward. The sword light was cold, and it was almost about to hit Huo Sanye's heart.

Suddenly, a line of footsteps outside the door sounded from far and near.