In the photo, Jiang Ruo's smile is like a flower, a deep pair of pear vortices, as intoxicating as if filled with wine, and his beautiful face is incomparable, but he is blushing.

Infatuated people are prone to grief, but the world is more willing to see such grief than those who are ruthless and indifferent.

For a man like Wen Yuan, love and tears are the most precious and rare things, but he still gave them all to Jiang Ruo without reservation.

Cry for her, laugh for her, learn to love for her.

"Little Ruo'er!"

For a time, there was overwhelming despair and sorrow in the cemetery.

Although Wen Huai does not vent his grief on the surface like Wen Yuan, the pain in his heart is not half as good as Wen Yuan.

It was the little girl he had raised for ten years, his little daughter-in-law, but now...

He didn't protect her well, and he caused her to suffer a lot.

It's his fault, it's all his fault.

It's that he's not strong enough, it's that he's too weak.

"Forget your worries, I'm sorry, I'm late." Wen Huai's voice was very gentle, but his body became numb and heavy because of excessive choking.

Wen Huai felt guilty and guilty, tormented by the bad news of death, gloomy and depressed, the dead air of the cemetery invaded his limbs and bones, as if there was cold ice flowing in the blood of his whole body.

An irresistible grief broke his heart, his eyes were full of sorrow and pain, and weak and dazed tears loomed, and tears slowly gathered in his eyes.

Wen Huai just looked at the tombstone quietly, and in the endless rain that was dripping down, it was like turning into a statue of a wife, and he didn't move.

The raindrops are transparent and bright, passing through the leaves and gradually falling from the treetops, and the lush leaves swaying endlessly under the guidance of the hot wind, as if playing mourning music for "Jiang Ruo" to send off the last journey.

The two brothers have different temperaments, one is indulgent and the other is gentle and gentle, and the sadness they show is also different.

Wen Huai felt a tingling pain in his eyes, and then, tears welled up in his eyes, mixed with the rain sliding down his cheeks, and the scarlet tails of his eyes showed his embarrassment and collapse.

Until his eyes turned completely red and he lost control.

Wen Huai strode forward and grabbed Wen Yuan's collar, pressed Wen Yuan in front of the tombstone, two fierce and cruel cold rays swept between his eyes, and roared angrily: "Give me the ashes of forgetting worries!"

"She's my wife! I'm marrying someone who got her license!" Of course Wen Yuan refused.

Wen Huai raised his hand and punched, "I raised her!"

Wen Yuan's eyes were red, and he stubbornly disagreed: "You're just luckier than me."

If the baby who was sentenced to be stillborn was him, he would have met Jiang Ruo earlier, and he would have been Jiang Ruo's childhood sweetheart for more than ten years like Wen Huai.

Wen Huai was just a little luckier than him!

Just lucky!

His love for Jiang Ruo may not be lost to Wen Huai!

Wen Huai grabbed Wen Yuan's neck fiercely, and the back of his slender green and white jade hand burst into terrifying pale blue tendons, forcing Wen Yuan: "Give it to me!"

Wen Yuan was also angry, hugged the urn tightly in his arms, and kicked Wen Huai away, "Why the should I give it to you?"

"She is my wife, and she will be buried with me when she dies!" Wen Yuan said extremely paranoidly.

Wen Huai ruthlessly took off his soaked suit jacket, and in the next second, he directly entered the state of dry rack, "You are not worthy!"

Neither of them is convinced of the other.

The atmosphere in the cemetery was sparse and gloomy, and the two brothers fought in the rain to snatch the ashes, regardless of their identity.

It's exactly the same, the face is almost the same, and apart from the different temperaments, it's really like you're fighting with another self, which is very fantastical.

What's even more fantastical is that the two are still fighting for the ashes of the same woman, and neither of them will let go.

Wen Huai had the upper hand, "Wen Yuan, let go of your worries, she doesn't love you!"

"Hahaha, she's mine, it's mine!" Wen Yuan restrained his crazy laughter, and suddenly shouted in a low and desolate voice, "Wen Huai, I am her legal husband!"

"She

If you don't love me, you're my wife!"

..

In the hidden distance, Huo Jinting sat in the car and silently watched the scene of the two brothers fighting.

Even he felt that Pei Hanlou was vicious.

Too ruthless.

When Pei Hanlou said his plan to fake his death, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Through this kind of silent and multi-tasking strategy, it can be seen how deep Pei Hanlou's scheming city government is!

Seeing that his results were so perfect and successfully deceived Wen Huai and Wen Yuan, Huo Jinting was in an extremely good mood.

What he has is a way to make a woman who has no blood relationship with Jiang Ruo be able to match Jiang Ruo's DNA.

Compared with him in technology, no one can play him.

During the scramble, even though Wen Huai and Wen Yuan were very careful to protect the urn and avoid the urn with their fists and feet, a tragedy still occurred.

The urn fell on the wet brick surface, making a loud sound that echoed ethereally in the vast cemetery, and shook the hearts of the two even more.

I saw that the urn was broken in half, and the ashes that had been spilled inside were being wet by the dripping rain and became sticky.

Suddenly, both of them froze in place, their eyes were frozen for a few seconds, and these few seconds seemed to suffocate them, and their minds were blank.

After both of them came to their senses, they crouched down almost simultaneously to protect the only remaining ashes.

"Wen Huai, *** get out!"

"Wen Yuan, if you can't hold the urn, give it to me!"

It's all like this, and it's still grabbing.

In the end, one person snatched half of the ashes, which was fair and just.

Leaving from the cemetery and going down the stone stairs, Wen Huai suddenly fainted in a hurry.

Bei Wei's eyes were quick, he supported Wen Huai in time, and said nervously, "Huai Ye!"

Previously stranded on the island, there was a shortage of food, Wen Huai often did not have enough to eat, so he suffered from anemia, and just after a fierce fight, his body was injured.

Wen Huai does not feel physical pain, so sometimes some small injuries will unknowingly evolve into fatal injuries.

There are pros and cons to painlessness.

Seeing that Wen Huai fainted, Wen Yuan wanted to grab the ashes again, but was stopped by Mo Yin, and persuaded bitterly, "Master Yuan, let's go."

Wen Yuan has just recovered from a serious illness, and his health is not good, and the rain soaked his whole body, and it is estimated that he will have to cause another high fever.

The two brothers both had blue noses and swollen faces, and neither of them took much advantage.

..

Sure enough, as Mo Yin expected, after returning from the cemetery that day, Wen Yuan had a high fever again.

But even worse was Wen Huai, who was found by the empress's escort and escorted back to country Y the next day to receive the most cruel punishment.

Wen Yuan was actually still lucky, he still had a glimmer of hope, it was not the real Jiang Ruo who died.

But judging from the DNA comparison made by that ankle bone, there is no doubt that it is Jiang Ruo.

For a while, he was disheartened, decadent like a walking corpse, lost his soul, and had to sleep with the ashes of "Jiang Ruo" every night.

He locked himself in his room for three days and three nights, staying with Jiang Ruo's ashes, sometimes talking to her, sometimes singing to her, and playing the guitar to her.

It's a mess, and it's a slump.

Until one day...

Wen Yuan made an appointment to meet Huo Jinting.