"I want to break up, but I can't open my mouth anymore, I don't seem to have the courage to love you alone."

"But I haven't mentioned marriage again, until now, we have finally come to this day, accepted by your parents, and we became an unmarried couple, but Ah Zheng, why can't I be happy, are you not, and you are not happy."

"Don't think nonsense, let's rest first."

"Are you still avoiding it, after so many years, how long do you want to escape?"

"Jiang You."

Zhao Lizheng turned around and looked at his fiancée calmly.

Jiang You also looked at him, his eyebrows were no longer young and childish, his temperament was becoming more and more calm and sharp, and wherever he went, he was the focus.

But she missed Zhao Lizheng, who was crammed into a simple rental house with her.

Obviously now, she has everything she wants to have, but she is so miserable.

Since when did she feel that she couldn't grasp him, and his heart no longer belonged to her completely?

"You are pregnant, worry will hurt your body, rest well, I will send away the guests, and I will come back to accompany you."

He pressed her shoulders and pulled the hair loose from her sideburns: "I'll go down first." ”

With that, he turned and walked out of the room.

As he went downstairs, the servant let out a short scream, and then something was smashed down from the upper floor.

There was a loud sound, Zhao Lizheng's footsteps stopped, and his eyes moved to the broken puppet inch by inch.

The hand held by the boy and the girl was broken, and the girl's puppet was broken in two, but the boy's hand, except for the severed hand, was intact.

The corners of the little boy's lips are uninhibited, and there is arrogance and arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes, which can vaguely capture the shadow of Zhao Lizheng when he was young.

It was carved out by Chen Zhien with a knife.

He crouched down, picked up the puppet, and held it tightly in his palm.

The fracture pierced his palm, and blood poured out slowly.

Sensing no pain, he stood up and continued walking.

The girl's doll, shattered, lay there, and he didn't touch it.

Jiang You stood at the railing on the second floor, watching her beloved man walk into the deep night outside without looking back.

She laughed suddenly, but it was just, very softly, self-deprecatingly.

She finally woke up from her dream.

It turns out that there is really retribution in this world, not sooner or later, slowly and leisurely, and it comes like this.

Chen Zhien should have walked between three and five in the morning.

At three o'clock, she sent a WeChat message to Fu Donghui.

In the message, she said to him, Uncle Fu, please for you one last time.

Burn all my cases, don't let Mom and Dad see it, don't let them know.

Keep it a secret for me, and keep it forever.

Uncle Fu, if you can't let go of the person you like in your heart, you must go to her, don't leave regrets, how can people have the next life and the next life.

Uncle Fu, tell my parents that I passed away like this, walking very quietly, without pain or pain, in that way, at least they will not be too sad.

After sending this WeChat, she didn't have any strength.

When she was dying, she missed her parents, her younger brothers, the elders who loved her, and her brothers and sisters, but he was still the most unable to let go.

In the dark compartment next to her pillow, there were two things.

It's the same ugly clay doll.

The same was the sapphire necklace he had given her.

One is the beginning of their story and the other is the end of their story.

When she finally left, she had only a very small wish in her heart.

If there is really a next life, don't let her fall in love with Zhao Lizheng, don't let her love him like this.

The maid found out that she had died at eight o'clock in the morning.

By then, her body was cold and stiff.

She was half-leaning on the pillow, one hand as white as jade, hanging on the edge of the bed, her fingertips as thin as green onions.

At some point, she put a pair of studs on herself.

Tiny pearls were clustered into a trembling bouquet that bloomed quietly in her ears.

She died in the spring of Kyoto, the most beautiful season in Kyoto.

Everything is recovering, and the world is in good condition.

When Zhao Lizheng learned the news, he was on his way to the company's car.

The voice of the kite on the phone flickered and flickered, but it was calm.

He laughed and interrupted her: "Iris, this is not funny at all, she is sick, you can't curse her with such ominous words." ”

The kite was silent for a moment, "Zhao Lizheng, you can go to the Zhou family to see it yourself." ”

Iris hung up the phone, he sat down, still unresponsive.

The driver drove the car very smoothly, and the sun was shining and bright outside.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

The car stopped at the intersection, the red light turned green, and he was about to continue moving forward, when he suddenly ordered the driver in a deep voice: "Turn around and go to Zhou's house." ”

When he arrived, Zhou's house was already in chaos, the outside of the door was crowded with cars, and on the gate, white flags were hung high.

The driver stopped the car in panic: "Mr. Zhao ......"

Zhao Lizheng sat in the car, motionless.

The driver's voice couldn't help but be a little quieter: "Mr. Zhao, it's here." ”

He let out an 'oh', slowly pulled the car door, and bent down to get out of the car.

The servants of the Zhou family were too busy to take care of him at all.

He walked in a daze, and he heard crying, whimpering, heartbreaking.

The further you go inside, the louder the cry becomes.

His mind went blank, but his pace grew faster and faster.

It's not too late, it's not too late, my sister has a heart disease, it's a heart disease, and heart disease only needs heart medicine to be treated.

So, it's not too late, it's not too late......

He suddenly pushed aside the chaotic crowd in front of him and strode forward.

After she fell ill, she moved to a quiet building in the garden, where she liked the seclusion and the proximity to the flower house.

The Zhou family naturally has nothing to do.

At this time, she was also lying there quietly.

No matter how much her relatives and friends cried and called her name over and over again, she would not know.

When he reached the courtyard downstairs, his steps suddenly stopped.

"Yuzu...... Mother's heart...... You're taking your mother's life, my pomelo, my daughter......"

Jian Tong cried heartbreakingly, she hugged her daughter's cold body and shook it vigorously.

Chen Xu stood aside in a trance like that, from getting the news to rushing to Zhou's house and seeing his daughter's body, his whole person seemed to have been drained of his soul, and he had been in a daze.

It wasn't until his wife, who had fainted several times, woke up and crawled in front of his daughter's body and cried that he seemed to have a little bit of clarity.

He is a man, and the man does not flick when he has tears, just because he has not reached the sad place.

The middle-aged widow is still his most beloved and precious daughter, Chen Xu's sky has collapsed.

He knelt down slowly.

A heavy slap on his face.