A cold and silent cemetery.

The cold wind swept through the leaves, and the shuttles rattled.

A man and a woman dressed similarly stood in front of a tomb, the stone tablet reflecting a cold white spot of light, lifeless.

Jiang Ruo looked at the cold black tombstone in front of him, and his expression hesitated slightly, "This is?"

Wen Yuan explained, "I told you before that I have a friend."

Jiang Ruo recalled the past, and after a long while, he finally vaguely searched for something in his mind, "He is..."

Wen Yuan stretched out his hand and gently stroked the black and white posthumous photo on the tombstone with his fingertips.

I saw that the man in the photo was very young, with a western face, three-dimensional and deep facial features, although he was not as sharp and angular as Wen Yuan, but he was also gentle and delicate, with eyes like a star, a slightly cold temperament, and a gentlemanly charm that was gentle to the bones.

"He's the real Mercury." After a brief pause, Wen Yuan's voice sounded again, implicitly sad, "My best friend."

After hearing this, Jiang Ruo couldn't help but be slightly stunned, "He... He's dead?"

Wen Yuan: "Well, I died when I was sixteen."

Jiang Ruo calculated carefully, that is to say, he has been dead for seventeen years!

Wen Yuan leaned over and placed the white chrysanthemum in front of the tomb, and cleaned up the weeds that had grown around it.

Mercury was an orphan, with no relatives, and even a friend, so when he died, there was no one else to pay tribute to.

And he doesn't come often, for fear of seeing too much sadness.

"Do you know how he died?" Wen Yuan suddenly.

Jiang Ruo's expression froze, and he asked in a daze, "How did you die?"

Wen Yuan slowly recounted the memories that had been sealed for a long time, "He was beaten to death in front of me."

Jiang Ruo was shocked, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time, "Being alive... Killed?"

"Because I killed him." Wen Yuan's expression became extremely serious and serious, and for the first time he unreservedly revealed his scars in front of others, so that those sorrows reappeared, like an endless tide that seemed to swallow him, "It is because of me that he will be targeted by my father and regarded him as a thorn in the side that hinders my growth."

"Like me, he loved to play musical instruments, and we became good friends about everything."

"The identity of the crown prince seems to be infinite on the surface, above 10,000 people, but in fact, I am not as happy as the children of ordinary people."

"Throughout my childhood, I grew up in intense and rigorous teaching, with so many things to learn, and I was under a lot of pressure day and night, and the only thing that made me feel relaxed was music."

"I love music, I love singing, I love the notes played by each different instrument, and it's like a strength that keeps me alive."

As for before he met Jiang Ruo, this was the only thing he felt happy about.

It was also the only thing that made him feel alive in flesh and blood.

"Later, Wen Xingzhi thought that I didn't want to make progress all day long, thinking about playing music every day, and lost my fighting spirit, in order to ensure my heir qualifications and cut off these shackles that bound me, he..."

When recalling the most painful experience in the past, many years have passed, the demons in his heart have been removed, and Wen Yuan still has palpitations and dark pain.

This incident is partly due to his later games and cynicism.

After all, even his best friend is gone, and he is highly poisoned and destined to live long, so naturally there is nothing to fear.

Throughout the world, he dares to do anything and has no worries.

Proper madman.

"In front of me, he ordered his subordinates to beat my best friend to death, smashed the guitar that Mercury gave me, and even destroyed all my scripts, and years of hard work turned into nothing." Wen Yuan slowly closed his eyes, and the painful memories of the past were still fresh, as if it had just happened yesterday, and he couldn't forget it at all.

Jiang Ruo didn't understand, "But Uncle Wen seems to be very good to you."

As for being much stronger than treating Wen Huai.

"Good to me?" Wen Yuan smiled helplessly

"That's just what you thought it was good."

In fact, he is not as comfortable as Wen Huai.

What else does he have besides this power?

Wen Huai is getting far more than him now.

"I want to play music and be a singer, but Wen Xingzhi refuses at all, the prince of the Wen family can't be a drama." Wen Yuan raised his head and looked at the distant sky, and a trace of sorrow passed through his dark eyes, "The purpose of my existence is only to inherit the Wen family, and there is no other use."

If there is a choice, he is willing to give up a switch and she will stay by his side forever, holding hands and never abandoning.

Jiang Ruo gradually sighed.

No wonder Wen Yuan never showed his face in public.

Wen Yuan narrowed his eyes, looked down at Mercury who had a faint smile on the posthumous photo again, "Even if I have a lot of money and an outstanding status, I also have dreams."

I used to dream of playing music and writing tunes.

And now his dream has changed.

It becomes that I want to be with her forever and never be separated.

She is the second thing he really likes in addition to music, and she loves her deeply and is unforgettable.

Jiang Ruo lifted his eyelids and looked over, not knowing what to say, "Wen Yuan..."

"Xiao Ruo'er, I told you so much, just to let you understand." Wen Yuan turned around, reached out and gently stroked her long curly hair, and comforted, "Compared to me, you really don't need to blame yourself like this."

"Ning Xi's death has nothing to do with you, it's not your fault."

Jiang Ruo lowered his eyes and pondered.

Wen Yuan continued to encourage her, "I have also fallen into endless remorse and guilt like you, but wouldn't it be better to help Ning Xi fulfill her long-cherished wish than to continue to feel painfully guilty?"

It's like he used Mercury's name to shine in the music world, fulfilling his dream with Mercury.

"Xiao Ruo'er, you are not alone, you have Haohao, Wenhuai, your pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses, and Huo Ze, and..."

"These people are all loving you and guarding you, do you really want to give up?"

"Think about the children, do you really want to torture yourself forever?"

"I—" Jiang Ruo visibly hesitated.

Wen Yuan cupped Jiang Ruo's little face with both hands, affectionately, "Promise me, even for the sake of the child, you have to live strongly."

And I will always be with you, forever.

In Jiang Ruo's stunned and sluggish gaze, Wen Yuan leaned closer, and then gradually kissed her lips, hot and real.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wen Yuan glanced at Mercury.

He did what he had promised.

Come to meet the best friend of your life with the love of your life.

..

Since returning from the cemetery that day, Jiang Ruo's spirit has stabilized a little.

However, after Si Jinxing was diagnosed again, he said that she had not completely come out of the shadows and still needed to work harder.

One night, Jiang Ruo fantasized about Ning Xi again.

"Xixi!" She was excited, "I see Xixi!"

Seeing the dangerous third-floor balcony ahead, Wen Yuan stopped her in time, dragged her back into his arms, and reassured, "She's not, it's all your fantasy."

"Xiao Ruo'er, I know you're in pain, it's okay, I'll always walk with you."

Until the day when you get out of your demons.