In June, if you change your face, you will change your face.
When the funeral was in the morning, the sun was still high, and at noon it turned into a downpour.
There were many people standing in the depressing and solemn cemetery, wearing black clothes and black umbrellas, a scene of mourning.
Not far away, there are also crying heart-piercing girls, holding black and white photos in their hands, crying deafeningly at their throats.
The young man in the photo has a pair of peach blossom eyes, and even if it is a black and white photo, the end of his eyes can hardly hide a tinge of crimson.
The thin and perfectly curved lips under the pretty bridge of the nose, without smiling, also bring a smile, and the mood of the person who sees it floats up.
That's a very nice face.
At this moment, the owner of the face is sitting on the tombstone, his legs are shaking in the air.
The rain smashed through the body and hit the tombstone, the corner of his mouth evoked a sneer, the grief in front of him seemed real but not as real as the crying of fans who were stopped by security.
Jiang also looked at the crowd, inexplicably a little guilty.
Before he died, as a top player in the entertainment industry, he didn't even know how he became popular.
Then fans flooded in, and he was caught off guard.
It's not uncommon for girlfriend fans and wife fans to even have a bunch of mother fans younger than themselves calling their cubs every day.
This makes Jiang, who thinks that he can pull the willows upside down, is also extremely angry.
Become a black fan and join your own fan camp:
"What do you say you like Jiang? Don't you just have a face? A handsome man can be eaten as a meal, but can he be a son? Isn't this a difference of generation and weed out people?"
"… "
"Goose! Mommy misses you, come back soon! Mommy wants to see you dance, act, sing, hic-hic-"
"Cubs, I'm really jealous of Hongyan, my cub just became popular, why is God so oblivious, white-haired people send black-haired people—"
"Brother, we love you! Did you hear that? No matter where you are, we will always love you!"
"… "
Jiang Ye's mouth twitched.
Except for the one who was called brother at the end, the mother fans who had entered the cub-raising drama in front of them were too deeply involved in the drama. These words of tigers and wolves almost made the security guard laugh.
However, a burst of inexplicable emotion flooded his body, which no longer had a heartbeat. Jiang also jumped off the tombstone, and the girl who suddenly fell to the ground outside, he knew, was a big fan who kicked several trumpets of him in the fan group.
I passed out crying.
Jiang also looked at the so-called relatives and friends in front of the tombstone. There was an orphan before his death, no father or mother, and when he had no money, he had no relatives, and a lot of famous people came.
Brokerage companies, those who have cooperated, those who have not cooperated, all kinds of things have come.
The major media took pictures in front, and everyone looked sad and bowed their heads silently.
Jiang also had no expression on his face, these people added up, I am afraid that the few girls who were not stopped outside were crying sincerely.
People die when they die.
Sadness is no more than a feeling that the world is impermanent. Tomorrow the rain will stop and the sky will be clear, and he will be forgotten by the world.
Jiang also walked a few steps, wanting to see how the crying fans were doing, but just after walking a few steps, he was bounced back by an inexplicable force in the air.
Go, still.
He tried front, back, left, and right, and the tombstone was about two meters away.
The hand unconsciously met the media friend next to him, and the transparent palm slid across the reporter's chest through the raised machine.
"Ah Chiu!" The man sneezed and chatted with his peers next to him.
"I think it's almost the same. It's raining, and I feel like I'm about to catch a cold."
"No, it's raining so much in a good world, the temperature difference is too big, and this place is also unlucky. I think it's almost gone."
Several reporters closed the camera.
Jiang also sat on his monument and watched everyone with different expressions. As soon as the reporter withdrew, the true and false sadness became apparent.
Seeing this, the one who cried the most was his little assistant, Li Xiaoou, who had been with him since he entered the industry.
The young man cried out of breath, snot and tears streaming down his face.
Jiang also wanted to be reborn and give him some inheritance.
As for the others, there must be some who are really sad, but nothing touched.
Looking at it this way, he is also a ruthless person.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, followed by lightning and thunder.
After everyone saw it, they dispersed.
In the large cemetery, there are only a few family members who are crying and have no strength left in front of the other monuments.
When Jiang Ye appeared here for the first time in this state, he thought he would meet many of his kind.
After staying for a day, I was a ghost by myself.
Also strange.
Bored and waiting for reincarnation, this body can't touch anything, can't go anywhere, no one can see him, and he can't touch anyone.
I don't know when I saw the King of Hell and when I crossed the Naihe Bridge.
Looking up at the sky, who does not miss the world.
But life and death depended on it, and he had no choice.
The sky darkened, until the pitch-black horizon connected to the day when the downpour had no sign of stopping.
Jiang was also a little anxious.
Mainly fear.
Don't look at how he usually screams, in fact, the most timid, afraid of the dark, afraid of thunder, afraid of ghosts.
I am afraid of myself now.
He looked at the spooky cemetery where no one was around, and he didn't miss the world at all.
He wants to be reincarnated, it is heaven or hell, some ghost must come to pick him up.
He didn't want to be so frightened of a lonely ghost.
Died once, but can't stand torture.
Psychological fears can be far more frightening than physical changes.
The rain continued until midnight.
This thunder struck with vigour and vigour, constantly testing the bottom line of Jiang also being scared to death again.
When he was on the verge of collapse and wished to ascend to the sky immediately, he saw a figure walking over on a path not far away with an umbrella and heavy steps.
Jiang also felt that there was nothing happier than seeing a living person in a cemetery in the middle of the night.
I hope that the tombstone of the mourning relatives will be closer to me, and the people who come and talk about it more are equivalent to accompany me indirectly.
Then he saw the tall and slender figure standing in front of his monument.
Men are tall.
Jiang also sat on the monument and raised his head, just in time to see his jawline hidden under the umbrella.
Perfect lines, a young handsome guy.
Jiang was so bored that even men began to study.
After waiting for a while, Jiang also thought he was looking at the photos and names on the monument, but it turned out to be one point, five points, ten points... Twenty minutes later, the man was still standing in front of the monument.
Jiang, who had been waiting for someone to come a second ago, was also a little timid. Now, these days, there shouldn't be people who squat to rob tombs, right
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if there was a hole in the sky, and it kept pouring down.
The thunder and lightning rang in his ears, and Jiang also shivered in fright.
The man standing in front of his tombstone finally moved.
The umbrella in the man's hand fell, his soft and thick black hair was immediately wet on his forehead, and his drooping eyes had long since disappeared from the bottomless cold pool of the dark swamp, dyed with a thick layer of despair. .
That nose, eyes, and face made Jiang, who thought he was the most handsome in the world, jumped off the monument in an instant.
Not too handsome.
It's - Xu Zhi, the big man who shocked the business genius at home and abroad and later came out of the circle with his good looks, what is he doing standing in front of his monument
Jiang also waved his arms curiously doing useless work.
He kept brushing his presence in front of his eyes, trying to tell him, hey, big guy, I got the wrong person.
All the men who were jumping up and down and frozen in front of him knelt down heavily.
The business leader who was praised by the global media and admired and feared by all business circles just knelt before his grave without saying a word.
The man stared at the photo in front of the monument, and his eyes were filled with deep sadness.
The tall and straight body that was called the most perfect figure by outsiders seemed to be bent over by the rain in an instant, his hands were on the ground in front of the monument, and his whole face was buried.
Even if he can't see his face and expression, Jiang, who has played a role well in empathy, also feels a strong sense of despair.
from the man in front of him.
A man kneeling in front of his monument.