Yan Hui died, in the first snow of this winter.
In the snow flying all over the sky, he leaned against Xie Zhiwu's arms, his mouth opened and closed, breathing heavily, unable to say a complete word, but looking at her, there was endless lingering and pampering.
Xue Yasheng stood aside in a daze, staring at Yan Hui who was lying in a pool of blood without focus. He still couldn't believe it until now. It was him who pushed him away with red eyes a few minutes ago.
He hated him for so many years.
"Shhh... Don't move, don't talk."
Xie Zhiwu hugged Yan Hui's head and gently patted his shoulder with a small hand, as if coaxing a child who was about to fall asleep. Yan Hui looked at her gentle face, his eyes gradually moistened, and there was an involuntary sound in his throat.
He tremblingly stretched out his hand, trying to touch his dreamy face one last time, but his hands were full of bright red blood. He was afraid of getting her dirty. He was a little bit anxious to give up this idea, but when he When he retracted his arm in disappointment, the hand was firmly held.
It was her warm little hand with body temperature.
Xie Zhiwu gently placed the trembling hand next to his face, "I understand, Yan Hui, I really understand."
She understands what he wants to say to her at the moment, understands his feelings for her without a trace of impurities, understands his worries about her, and understands his nostalgia for this world.
What about nostalgia? His hands have gradually become cold.
"Is it cold?" Xie Zhiwu hugged him tightly in her arms, her voice low and mellow, like the most beautiful ballad in the world, "I know I'm not good and I'm not good, so are you tired? Are you tired? , Just sleep for a while, only for a while. When you wake up, I will take you to see the tree that I used to be angry with when I was a child, I will take you to see the wall where I painted a hundred and one rabbits, I Take you to see the northern lights that you most want to see with me. Canada’s small town is very beautiful, if you want, we can settle there. I will support you, make you the best food, and dress you The best."
"So Yan Hui, don't you leave me, okay?"
She begged in a low voice, and her reluctance made Yan Hui's heart tingle for a while. Fighting for the last bit of strength, he opened a smile, looked at her painful but bewildered face, and spoke softly.
"A Wu, don't cry—"
After he finished speaking, he didn't have any strength anymore, as if there was no more care in this world. When his eyes were closed tightly, the gentle palms fell to his side weakly.
Xie Zhiwu was taken aback, and the tears that he had endured for a long time just clicked and fell.
"Uncle Yan back!"
The beautiful scene shook Yan Hui, crying loudly. But Xue Misheng seemed to be crazy, turning around and firing several shots at Wang Wulian. Wang Wu, who was fighting with Mo Jingyao, was shot in the head without noticing it, and then shot into a dice.
Mo Jingyao walked slowly from a distance, and when he saw Xie Zhiwu's tears streaming down his face, he felt like a sharp knife had been inserted in his heart. Whether she likes Yan Hui or not, he is always the one who has been by her side during her hardest time. If Yan Hui's life is well, she might only regard him as a very special friend.
But now Yan Hui is dead, and died in front of her for this reason and in this way. Such a special friend, I am afraid that from now on, she will occupy a position in her heart that will never be removed.
He was actually not reconciled, and wanted the person lying in her arms to jump up and fight him.
But who can blame this
Blame him for letting go of her hand so easily.
"A Wu..." He held her in his arms distressedly, together with Yan in her arms.
Xie Zhiwu did not refuse Mo Jingyao's embrace. She was really too cold at this moment and needed another person to warm her cold heart.
Xue Yasheng kept pulling the trigger until there were no more bullets in the gun, and there was a harsh empty shell sound.
"Are you... not uncomfortable?"
Xie Zhiwu leaned on Mo Jingyao's chest and looked at Xue Misheng somewhat mockingly, "Or should I ask, are you uncomfortable?"
Is it uncomfortable? For the person he hated since he was a child
No, he won't!
"Xue Misheng, I have known you for five or six years now. Do you believe it? There has never been a moment when I hate you so much." Her calm tone made Xue Misheng stiff.
"You count me, count Xie's family, and design to use me to complete your plan. I have never blamed you at all, because I know you are also a poor person. You always hate Yan Hui, but you don't know that Yan Hui has Respect and love you, big brother. Although you and him were not born of the same mother, they didn’t get along for long, but did you know that Yan Hui’s eyes are always bright every time you mention you."
"He often tells me not to hate you and take all faults to myself. Even if you want him to die, he can still die for you in the end. Xue Yasheng, do you think he is the number one fool? !"
Mo Jingyao felt Xie Zhiwu's trembling, and tightened his arms distressedly, "A Wu, don't say anything."
Xue Yasheng turned his back to them, gritted his teeth and said, "Let her say it!"
"Say?" Xie Zhiwu smiled, "I have nothing to say."
Xue Misheng just stood on this piece of land that Yan Hui had stepped on, and his breath was the smell of Yan Hui's blood. The sun has gradually set in the western mountains, and the sunset at this moment looks so fiery red.
Better than blood.
"I don't regret it." For a long time, Xue Yasheng dropped the pistol and left without looking back. "Even if it's all over again, my choice is still the same."
Only next time, he will never be pushed away.
From that day on, Xue Misheng never appeared in G City again. The Wang family changed their heads overnight, and it is said that they are a collateral descendant far too far away. And Xue Yasheng has since evaporated from the world.
Yan Hui's funeral was very simple. Only a few juniors from the Xie Mo family attended. He has no relatives, and his only friend is Baiju.
When Bai Zhu appeared holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums, Xie Zhiwu was even ready to slap again. But he just walked quietly to the tombstone, put down the flowers, bowed, then turned and left.
She raised her foot to chase, but was stopped by Mo Jingyao. Mo Jingyao shook her head. She turned to look at the lonely figure, her eyes were wet in an instant.
Yangzi left, and Yan Hui also left. The one who used to be young and frivolous to drink and fight together, in the end, he was the only one left. Atractylodes, he must be very lonely.
When the people who came to the memorial ceremony were about to go, Xie Zhiwu found a familiar person in the corner. The man was tall and straight with a righteous face, but his eyes were extremely sad when he looked at the tombstone.
She thought for a while, walked up to the man, and handed a tissue.
"Don't be guilty, he never blamed you."
Her tone was somewhat mocking and disdainful, and the person was startled, reluctant to take one last look, and silently turned and left. It's just that the tall and straight back, but it seems to lie down for an instant, ten years old. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)