Taking other people's wives and children as a blackmail used to be the most shameful thing he did.

Lu Yiming wanted to do this, but Yan Jun never looked down on him.

But now, he's doing the same thing......

"Just now, God knows how much I wanted to kill him and avenge my grandfather. But I can't, Ah Jin, I can't ......" His voice suppressed pathos, suppressed anger, suppressed all the emotions that were about to explode!

Xia Jinqi listened to his helpless and painful words, and his heart felt as if it had been torn in half.

The tears in her eyes fell more urgently, but she still kept patting his back, coaxing, and comforting, "I know, I know." You're doing a great job, you're really doing a good job......"

Yan Jun has always known that he is by no means a good type.

But this time......

He can't do it, at least, it's not time to do it yet.

Forbearance is the best way to deal with it at the moment.

But every time Yan Jun looked at his grandfather's spiritual position, and saw his grandfather lying alone in a small coffin, the grief and indignation in his heart were like a flood of despair, surging and rushing, almost uncontrollable!

So when he saw the hot wine sent by Zhai Qu, he drunk himself without thinking about it.

Perhaps, when you get drunk, you won't be so uncomfortable.

But who knows, the more he drinks, the more sober he becomes, and the remorse in his heart is infinitely magnified.

is as strong as him, and there are moments when he can't hold back.

All night, Xia Jinqi was by his side like this.

When he spoke, she comforted him, and when he didn't speak, she held him quietly.

The mourning hall was so cold and lonely, and the hearts of those who watched it were also empty and uncomfortable.

Yan Youcheng's black-and-white photo is still hanging in the center.

The corners of his mouth are full of wrinkles, and there is always a faint curvature.

The bottom of his old eyes is forever fixed in that moment with a smile.

This life's life ended in a hurry.

If he had known he would have gone so early, maybe ...... In any case, he should also go to see Long Qingxin for the last time.

Only now, there is no such opportunity...... No more......

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Long Qingxin didn't sleep all night.

She retreated left and right and walked up to the second floor where Yan Youcheng lived.

According to the location of the study in her memory, she slowly stepped into it, as if opening the door of dusty memory, and all kinds of the past came to her like a tide, drowning and devouring her.

The pattern here has changed slightly compared to the past.

The collection of books has increased, and the table has become larger.

When she first got married, she always liked to put a bouquet or two of flowers in his study, and put them in a vase, which was delicate and delicious.

Later, Ji Xinyu's flower arrangement skills were all taught to her by Long Qingxin.

Even if Yan Youcheng, who was very arrogant, plunged into the study with a head full of the performance of the group company, and was very stingy to look at these flowers at all, Long Qingxin was still happy to prune the fresh flowers of the season and send them in.

Peonies, begonias, iris in spring.

Gardenia, acacia, bellflower in summer.

Autumn roses, hibiscus, moon seasons.

Plum blossoms, narcissus, and mulans in winter.

Each one was carefully selected by her and pruned by herself.

She always felt that in such a boring and oppressive room, flowers were needed as a flavoring.

Occasionally raise your eyes and take a look at these flowers in your busy life, maybe your mood will improve?

A day with flowers is never too difficult.