He wanted to ask himself: Jian Zechuan, what have you been doing for so long
He was sulking and talking to a girl.
He was running away and refused to admit his feelings.
He thought he was very smart, but in fact, he was very stupid. Others' stupidity killed himself, but his own killed the woman he liked.
The third master of the Jian family, who others say is so great and arrogant, is actually... a complete idiot and a coward.
The rain fell steadily from the sky, and the rain fell down, soaking Jian Zechuan's clothes and his hair.
The rain flowed down the face, into the eyes, and then flowed out of the eyes and into the corners of the lips.
For the first time, Jian Zechuan knew that the taste of rainwater was salty, astringent and bitter...
It was so astringent that his mouth felt like it was filled with sand.
It was so painful that it felt as if tons of coptis were stuffed into his throat...
Jian Zechuan has never been a person who was afraid of hardship, but today, he felt that it was so painful that he could hardly stand.
Jian Si watched from the side, worried in his heart.
But at this time, no one dared to come forward to persuade.
I don’t know what else to say.
In front of Xin Ai's tombstone, looking at her bright smile in the photo, Jian Si couldn't help but think of the time when she first met Xin Ai... what a lively person she was!
Jian Zechuan just kept standing like that
, motionless, Jian Si and the bodyguard beside him still dared not say a word.
Jian Zechuan didn't say a word until it got dark: "Dig it out for me.
Jian Si was shocked: "Third Master, you... what are you going to do?"
Digging people out of graveyards is... crazy
Jian Zechuan's face was gloomier than the sky, his eyes were sinister, and there was suppressed madness in his eyes.
His eyes were like sharp knives, full of murderous intent: "Didn't you understand what I said?"
Jian Si gritted his teeth, even if he was afraid, he still had to say, "Third Master, everyone... everyone is dead and has been laid to rest, so let her... let her go well..."
Jian Zechuan suddenly laughed, his laughter full of sarcasm.
"Let her go well? Why should I let her go well? Why should I let her go peacefully..."
Does death mean everything is over
Can you just ignore everything after you die
Yes, she was relieved when she left, but she should never have taken his heart with her when she shouldn't have left.
What does it matter now? She is gone, but he is still there. He is standing here well, but his heart is gone.
A year ago, he asked Xin Ai if she had any sincerity towards him.
She said no.
At that time, Jian Zechuan thought that he didn't have it, but who would have thought that it wasn't that he didn't have it, but that he had already given it to him.
It's just that he's stupid and doesn't know.
Now, she hasn't given his heart back yet.
Why leave, how dare she die!
Jian Si shook his head, "Third Master... I... I'm sorry, I can't do this, I really can't..."
The person he swore allegiance to throughout his life was Jian Zechuan. His father followed Jian Wanjun until his retirement.
In previous words, he is a retainer of the Jian family.
It stands to reason that for all Jian Zechuan's orders, he does not need to distinguish right from wrong, and does not need to care about right and wrong. He only needs to obey the orders, but he really can't do this.
It is better for a person to die than to be buried in peace!
Xin Ai is dead. She has been lying here quietly for a year. This year has been quiet for her, no one disturbed her, and the sisters cuddled quietly.
In fact, there is nothing wrong with this.
But Jian Zechuan knew that he was here, and he refused to let Xin Ai go so peacefully.
Jian Si couldn't do anything to let Xin Ai live in peace after his death.
But what Jian Zechuan wants is to make Xin Ai have no peace even after his death!
Because she has been dead for a year but has not entered his dream once. Does she hate him so much and don't want to see him so much
In this case, Jian Zechuan thought, it would be better to make her hate him even more. It is better to hate him so much that he hates him. It is better to become full of resentment and turn into a ghost, even if he comes to ask for her life in the middle of the night.
As long as...she is willing to see him.
The coldness in Jian Zechuan's eyes became more and more intense, and he became more and more crazy. He kicked Jian Zechuan forward.
He said to the bodyguard:
"Bring me a shovel..."
He had dug this grave. If Jian Si refused, he would do it himself!
The bodyguards were not Jian Si, so they did not have the courage to disobey Jian Zechuan's orders, so they had no choice but to bring shovels and shovels.
Jian Si's obstruction was of no use at all. Jian Zechuan asked two bodyguards to hold him down, and he dug up Xin Ai's grave with his own hands.
The soil to fill the grave was dug out. It was already dark, the rain was cold to the bones, and the dug soil was quickly soaked.
Jian Zechuan's eyes were full of hatred, and he dug out the soil covering "Xin Ai" with his own hands.
After peeling away the soil, a white porcelain urn was finally revealed.
In the past, the girl who held a face as pretty as a flower and said shamelessly, "Although I have a face like a vixen, I have a simple and kind heart" is really gone.
Living people have been burned to ashes.
Seeing the urn, Jian Zechuan seemed to have lost the last hope in his heart. He shook his body twice, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground unconscious.
"Third Master..." Jian Si broke away from the bodyguard and shouted, rushing over.
"Quickly, send me to the hospital, send me to the hospital..."
Jian Si carried Jian Zechuan on his back and ran down.
The bodyguard behind asked hurriedly: "Fourth brother, what should I do with this urn?"
Jian Si shouted: "Pick him up and take him away. You have to be careful and don't fall."
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According to the old saying, digging someone's grave will result in being struck by lightning.
Now that Jian Zechuan was in a coma, he had no time to deal with Xin Ai's urn. Moreover, what Jian Si was thinking was that since he dug it out, he couldn't bury it back so hastily. Naturally, he had to choose an auspicious day and invite someone to perform a ritual ceremony. to bury the person back again.
Jian Si rushed Jian Zechuan to the hospital. On the way, Jian Si was so scared that his soul almost flew away because Jian Zechuan's pulse was very weak.
Fang Ziheng immediately arranged to send Jian Zechuan to the emergency room for rescue.
During the rescue, Jian Wanjun and his wife rushed over.
The old couple had been exhausted mentally and physically these past few days. They thought that their son was finally out and they would feel at ease for the time being. However, they never thought that they would be in the hospital before the day was over.
Mrs. Jian's eyes were red from crying on the way here. When she saw Jian Si, she quickly asked him, "How is it? How is Zechuan?"
"The doctors are still rescuing people, but don't worry, madam, the third master will be fine..."
Not long after, the lights went out, the door opened, and Fang Ziheng came out.
Jian Wanjun supported his wife and came forward, "Ziheng, is Zechuan okay?"
Fang Ziheng pulled off his mask and said, "Uncle and aunt, it's okay. It's just that it's stuck in the chest and hurting the internal organs. To put it bluntly... it's just... I'm too sad. But I'm fine now. When I spit out this blood, it's... It's a good thing, otherwise something would happen if you hold back this blood."
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