Yi Zhengqing tried his best to save the city, but it didn't have much effect. [To see the latest chapter of this book, please go to Marshmallow]

Simu's share price has fallen by 32%, and the minority shareholders have sold off their shares almost as much as possible, leaving only a few major shareholders still struggling to support themselves.

Sure enough, the number of qi is about to run out. However, Lu Qingzi was unwilling, mortgaged bank loans, and continued to issue new shares, but the decline has already formed, and the rescue is powerless.

Lu Yujiang didn't seem to care about Simu anymore after he was discharged from the hospital, and at first Lu Qingzi would ask him what he meant under the pretext of chatting, but gradually found that he didn't answer what he asked. If you don't want to answer, you don't ask anymore.

The dark flagship store in Hong Kong has begun to be renovated, and Forsythia has begun to travel frequently between Hong Kong and the mainland.

Fortunately, Su Yi didn't bother her anymore, but also let her relax a little, but she saw Zhou Shen once in Hong Kong.

That happened to be the investment conference held by Huamao Starlight, and all the settled brands were represented, and Forsythia attended as the creative director of Blind Color.

The meeting was held in a star-rated hotel in Hong Kong for about three hours, and there was a tea break in the middle.

As a result, before I even went to the bathroom, I felt pantothenic acid in my stomach. Lian hurriedly ran to the edge of the pool, vomited for a while to feel comfortable, but as soon as she turned around, Zhou Shen was actually standing behind her.

Holding a tissue in his hand, he handed it to her and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?" Spit like this? ”

Forsythia took a moment to recover from the shock, thinking about how she could see him anywhere, but she still had basic etiquette, took a tissue and wiped her mouth.

"I don't know, maybe I ate too much seafood from your conference team at noon

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"Eating seafood makes you vomit?" Zhou Shen took out another tissue and handed it over, his attitude was sincere and serious, "Then it seems that our company's conference organization department has not done a good job of eating and drinking, and I will let them check it when I go back." See if there's really a problem with the seafood. ”

"Don't." Forsythia was anxious, and wiped his mouth with a tissue again, "I just said casually, seafood is fresh, maybe I have a bad stomach, avoid these raw and cold things." ”

She explained, Zhou Shen didn't say more, only a few words: "Since you know that you have a bad stomach, you should avoid it, don't eat seafood at night, and ask the hotel to make you something light." ”

After the forsythia was finished, she said "um", and it happened that the meeting had already begun, and she said goodbye to him. Running towards the conference hall.

Zhou Shen seemed to suddenly remember something, and chased after him for a step or two.

"Wait a minute."

"Mr. Zhou, do you have anything else?"

The sentence "Mr. Zhou" washed away his joy and heartbeat when he met her, and he stood at the door of the bathroom. He put his hand on his forehead: "Has Su Yi been in contact with you recently?" ”

Forsythia beating. (Nice.)

Is this man Su Yi's father? Ask her how to answer this question!

"After having a meal, some time ago, he asked me to be in a western restaurant near Look."

"Hmm." Zhou Shen put his hand down, his face was as usual, and he couldn't tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with this answer, so Forsythia pursed his lips and waved away.

In the evening, it was still the Huamao conference team that arranged dinner, BBQ, but Forsythia vomited as soon as she smelled the smell of meat, so she could only find an excuse to go back to the room to rest, but half an hour later, the waiter came to ring the doorbell in her room.

On the food truck is a congee, two Hong Kong-style refreshments, and a glass of honey lemonade.

"Miss Yu, this is the room service that Mr. Zhou called for you, please sign for it, if you need anything else, you can call the front desk directly." The waiter put the plates on the table one by one and bowed slightly: "It's a pleasure to serve you, goodbye."

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Forsythia was in such a thoughtful and thoughtful greeting, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

One day a week after Lu Yujiang was discharged from the hospital, the morning was bright and the sun was warm.

Lu Yujiang, who hadn't eaten for a few days, slowly opened his eyes, feeling that the sick qi that had been lingering on his body for a long time had dissipated a little, and he could actually get out of bed by himself.

Outside the window, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the spring is full of joy, and life and the world become extremely beautiful in his eyes in an instant.

He picked up the phone on the table and dialed Yi Zhengqing's number.

"Zhengqing, are you busy? Can you come to my house, I want to go out and have a look? ”

The car drove out of the Lu house, and Yi Zhengqing personally served as his driver.

Lu Yujiang leaned on the co-pilot's seat half-leaning, his body was thin and thin, but his breath was acceptable, he was slightly propped up his eyelids when he was half-awake, and the sunlight shone in through the glass, illuminating all the yellow folds on his eyebrows and the corners of his lips transparent and white.

This man, who used to be dominant in the clothing industry, is now so corrupt that he is not human, but this day, is it because of illness, or because of the resentment and hatred in his heart?

"Yu Jiang, where do you want to go?" Yi Zhengqing asked.

The person next to him stood up and snorted softly: "Do you know where she is buried?" Want to check it out..."

Although Yu Ying died in Paris, she was not buried in Paris according to her will.

The ashes were brought back by Forsythia and are now placed in that small apartment.

Lu Yujiang, the key to the apartment, was still kept, and Yi Zhengqing sent him to the door. Fork to see the rowing.

"I won't go in, I'll wait for you downstairs, if you're okay, you call me, and I'll go upstairs to help you down."

Lu Yujiang nodded, Yi Zhengqing smiled with difficulty, and then turned around and walked towards the elevator.

The lintel was closed.

Five years ago, it was separated by tens of thousands of kilometers, and now it is within a wall. (Marshmallow)

Lu Yujiang gasped for breath and opened the door to enter

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There was no sound in the house, because it was a weekday time, and Forsythia should be in the company.

Lu Yujiang walked in slowly, and found that the house was a little messy, with snacks and candy scattered on the coffee table, and many threads and rags on the ground, which looked like they hadn't been cleaned up for a long time.

This point of forsythia is also like Yu Ying, the appearance looks glamorous, in fact, she is an idiot in terms of self-care, she can't cook, she can't clean up the house, all the "good wives and good mothers" should be able to she won't, not to mention that she grew up biting the "golden spoon" since she was a child, and when she was a child, there were a group of servants at home, so she didn't need her, a little princess, to do these chores by herself, so now that she lives alone, the house is naturally a mess.

When Lu Yujiang saw such a scene, he smiled instead.

Walking through the entrance, the kitchen, living room, all the furnishings and furniture are the same, and they have not changed at all.

When I first bought this apartment, I didn't have a longing for it, and it was just a small studio, and many of Yu Ying's designs were completed here, and Forsythia was born here...

Lu Yujiang thought of those past times, with a smile on his face, but his heart was empty.

It's just that I didn't see Yu Ying's urn.

He remembered that there was also a studio, right next to the master bedroom, which was a small cubicle with a peach-colored wooden door.

The door is very old, Yu Ying bought it from the second-hand furniture market, and she likes these old things.

Lu Yujiang walked over, pushed it gently, and the sound of "squeak" sounded, and his fingers were stained with the sour smell of peach wood after it was damp.

Inside the door was another world, with sunlight, printed curtains, long tables, chairs, sewing machines, large rolls of cloth and thread, and although there were many things, they were well organized.

In addition to the white porcelain cup, there is also a mirror frame and a vase, and two fresh camellias are inserted in the bottle, and the sides are lined with trophies and certificates, all of which Yu Ying received during her lifetime.

It's just that Lu Yujiang can't see the person in the photo frame clearly, maybe the angle of the sunlight is obliquely shining, and the beam just shines on the mirror surface of the photo frame, and the reflection causes the mirror to be white and cloudy, and he can only see a little outline clearly

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But a little outline is enough, the face in Lu Yujiang's memory has been deeply rooted, and he has seen it countless times in his dreams in the past five years.

"Yu Ying, I'm coming to see you." He held on to the door, trembling with his weak steps, and walked over to the base of the wall.

Approaching step by step, a distance of a few meters, with each step, the face in the frame became clearer, and Lu Yujiang's heartbeat was also a little slower.

The process of approaching was like a slow motion, no struggle, no heartache, as calm as death, as if he was waiting for this moment, waiting for him to finally come to see her with peace of mind.

Walking to the front of the shelf, Lu Yujiang was already sweating, leaned back, gathered a little strength to hold Yu Ying's photo and ashes in his hand, and then supported the shelf and sat on the ground a little crooked.

Just such an action, it seemed to take half of his strength, and it took him a while to take a big breath, his back against the shelf, and he raised his hand to look at the photo.

The photo is really Yu Ying, wearing the handmade cheongsam, with half-length hair coiled into a bun, a very yellow face, a thin figure, and a look of affection on her face, with hatred and resentment.

This was taken in her apartment before she died, and she deliberately changed the cheongsam and put on very thick makeup, but she still couldn't hide her sick face.

It's just that Lu Yujiang didn't care, his wrinkled fingers rubbed on the frame, and he whispered: "You are still the same, and you are still so beautiful, but I am too old to look good, sad, longing, resentful, I have been like a walking corpse all these years......"

Halfway through his speech, he paused to slow down, and the person in the photo still had the same expression.

Lu Yujiang smiled bitterly: "I'm really not as tough as you...... Back then, you signed the divorce agreement, and when you left, there was no explanation or redemption, so that I couldn't find an excuse if I wanted to forgive you...... Over the years, you have complained that I haven't been to Paris to see you, and Forsythia has also complained, and blamed me for ignoring your mother and daughter...... But have you ever thought about me, my feelings, I have been deceived by you for so many years, no one can say it, and I have to hide it......"

As if touching the huge sorrow in his heart, Lu Yujiang choked up for a while, and the urn in his hand was a little uncontrollable, so he put her on the ground and inhaled a few breaths hard, which eased his strength.

Lu Yujiang, who had recovered his strength, already had red eyes, and his hands with protruding green muscles tightly pinched the edge of the photo frame.

The woman inside couldn't speak anymore, and no matter how big the grievance was, she couldn't answer him

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Lu Yujiang took the last breath, smiled slowly, and continued.

"Yu Ying, I have always liked your energy, hardness, aggressiveness, and intelligence, like an untamed wild horse, but this time you still miscalculated. Originally, I wanted to leave some things for Forsythia to preserve their value, so that we had eighteen years of father-daughter affection, but Zhengqing had already shown me the letter and the recorder, I didn't expect you to keep such a hand, but after all, people are not as good as heaven, you probably didn't think that Yang Zhongting would come to seek revenge one day, so if I do what you do, God will not fulfill people's wishes, don't blame me......"

……

Yi Zhengqing waited in the car downstairs for an hour, but he still didn't see Lu Yujiang go downstairs, and he didn't receive a call from him, so he felt a little bad and hurried upstairs to find it.

The old mahogany door to the workshop was hidden, and he almost pushed it open with shaking fingers.

A room of warm sunlight, printed curtains blown by the wind.

Lu Yujiang sat on the floor, leaning against the wooden shelf, with a smile on the corner of his lips, his head slightly lowered, Yu Ying's photo under his palm, and the urn squatting beside him......

Forsythia is drawing a manuscript in the office.

The pencil swiped across the white paper, and with a "click-" sound, the refill was broken, and the heart twitched for no reason, and there was a sharp pain, as if something had been uprooted......

Suddenly looking up, the wind blew through the words on the wall, and the scroll made a sound on the wall.

Forsythia tried to get up and close the window, but the phone on the table rang.

Yi Zhengqing's phone, the voice was slow.

"Forsythia, your dad, ...... gone"

Forsythia stood still, staggering, only the sound of the wind in his ears could be heard, all the manuscripts on the table were rolled up and flying, and the pencils were rolling off, and there was a lot of confusion......

The wind is blowing.

A sunny April day.

Lu Yujiang's life affair was naturally handled in a grand manner.

The mourning hall is located in the main hall of the Lu house, and Liang Nianzhen and Lu Qingzi receive everyone who comes to mourn as the widow and daughter of the Lu family

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The mother and daughter both cried miserably, supporting each other to wipe their tears, and the scene was really sad to watch.

Forsythia was also there, but she didn't speak from beginning to end, standing next to the altar in a black dress, expressionless, not crying or making trouble, occasionally someone who knew her went over to comfort her, and she only nodded slightly.

Someone behind her back began to gossip, saying that Forsythia was not filial, and she had done so many embarrassing things over the years, and when Lu Yujiang died, she was stingy with even a tear.

It's still a father and daughter, it's really an unfilial son!

Yi Yang rushed back from Paris to attend Lu Yujiang's wedding.

Yi Zheng is busy inside and out.

Although the marriage between Lu Yi's two families has not succeeded, now that Lu Yujiang has passed away, the pillars of the Lu family have collapsed, and he, as Lu Yujiang's old friend for so many years, should support the Lu family.

It's just that he looked at the forsythia girl alone, and he knew it in his heart, the girl's temperament followed Yu Ying, not to mention it, and she especially liked to compete with herself, so when she saw that she didn't say a word all day long, she was afraid that something would happen.

"You go see Forsythia, she hasn't spoken or eaten all day." Yi Zhengqing called Yi Yang over and explained a few words.

Yi Yang went to the kitchen to bring a bowl of soup and poured another glass of warm water.

"Forsythia, would you like to eat something?"

Forsythia heard the sound of Yi Yang, and finally raised his head slightly, but his eyes wandered, his expression was empty, and he stared at him like a focus.

Yi Yang felt distressed and held her.

"I know you're sad, but Uncle Lu is gone, if he looks at him from the sky, he definitely doesn't want you to toss himself like this, you see that you haven't been dripping water all day, why don't you eat something?"

As she spoke, she handed the soup over, and Forsythia could only smell a burst of sourness, and with a "vomit-" sound, she covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom......

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