On the day when Liu Zhen was buried, it snowed in the sky.
It seems like funerals are always like this, it's either raining or snowing. Everyone should hold a pair of black umbrellas and stand in front of the coffin of the deceased, rendering the last bit of sadness for his death.
Mei Zhongli, Sun Guohui, and Sun Xuxue all wore black suits and stood on the right side of the coffin closest to Liu Zhen. Nanyang was still wearing a thin white shirt, standing on the left, his brows as pale as well water.
Only she and Liu Zhen in the coffin knew that the white shirt she was wearing was the one she was wearing when they first met. At that time, six-year-old Liu Zhen was pulling the corner of the shirt and following her through the streets, he just rubbed the corner of the shirt and asked nervously: Sister, when I grow up, can you Can't come and marry me
Nanyang is not a person with a good memory. She can't even remember the age on her ID card. But she always has the strongest memory for the people she cares about.
Sometimes that's a good thing. Sometimes, it's a bad thing. The dead have the most stable and beautiful dreams, and the living are immersed in the most painful old years.
The clearer the memory, the more bitter the parting.
Sun Xuxue walked behind Nanyang with a black umbrella, and helped her cover up the snowflakes that were getting bigger, "Ancestor, the snow is heavy."
"Bury." Nan Yang said softly.
Mei Zhongli waved his hand, and four men in black suits came over, each one lifted the coffin and walked to the cemetery. Mei Zhongli, Sun Guohui, Sun Xuxue, and Nan Yang followed them for the funeral. During the burial, they took some petals and sprinkled them in the soil, and the petals covered his coffin with the soil.
After the burial, a cross was erected in front of the tomb, and all of Liu Zhen's friends came over to present a bouquet of flowers.
Mei Zhongli put a handful of calla lilies.
Sun Guohui placed a handful of yellow and white chrysanthemums.
Sun Xuxue put a bunch of yellow carnations.
Nanyang put a bunch of hawthorn flowers with small and lovely petals.
After the flowers were laid, relatives and friends left the funeral scene one after another. Nan Yangduo stood in front of Liu Zhen's tomb for a while without saying goodbye. She is not a sensational person, she was silent for a long time before murmured two words before leaving:
"thanks."
When the funeral was over, it was already evening.
Both Mei Zhongli and Sun Guohui first returned to the Mei Group to deal with some urgent matters. After Liu Zhen's death, a large amount of the company's shares were faced with no inheritance. Liu Zhen never married and his parents died early. They had to ask various lawyers for this. Fortunately, before this burial, they found Liu Zhen's suicide note in his belongings. He gave all his property to Nanyang without reservation. Mei Zhongli needs to transfer those movable and immovable properties to Nanyang's name as soon as possible.
Sun Xuxue still followed Nanyang's side and drove Nanyang to dinner at night.
On the dining table in the restaurant, Sun Xuxue took a big mouthful of creamy mushrooms and asked vaguely, "Old Ancestor, this place is all busy now, are we going to get back to the God Dance crew?"
There are only two days until the Chinese New Year. Sun Xuxue heard that Zhu Qinghuan really turned down the invitation to the Spring Festival Gala, so he should be waiting for Nanyang to go back. Fortunately, Liu Zhen has been buried safely here, and they just got there in time.
"Yeah." Nanyang took a bite of the bun.
"Okay, I'll schedule a flight for tomorrow afternoon, so you can sleep in late in the morning, and wait until Zhuzhu finishes filming there. I asked her today, she won't play tomorrow night, and she said she can wait for you."
"No hurry," Nanyang touched the porcelain plate with his fork expressionlessly, "I might not be able to leave tomorrow."
"What do you mean?" Sun Xuxue was stunned.
The ancestor wanted to go back to find Zhu Zhu. She knew that. The ancestor looked at Zhu Zhu's dialog box every day in a daze. She could see that the ancestor wanted to send a message, but was afraid of disturbing Zhu Zhu. A few days ago, Uncle Ah Cheng sent a long paragraph over and scolded the old ancestor, but the old ancestor was not angry, he read the paragraph carefully, then pursed his lips and shook his head. He pointed out the words "I miss you" with his fingertips.
Not long after, Zhu Qinghuan replied with an "um".
That afternoon, the ancestor looked at the solitary "um" with a smile in his eyes, and stayed for at least three hours.
She misses her so much, even Sun Xuxue can see that she can't wait to go to Qinghuan's side immediately, why does it say that she might not be able to leave tomorrow
"What's wrong? What happened?" Sun Xuxue's eyes widened.
Nanyang seemed to be full, wiped his hands with his handkerchief, and raised his eyes lightly, "Xu Xue, my wallet has always been kept by you, didn't you realize that my ID card and driver's license are gone? ?"
Sun Xuxue blurted out in surprise: "What?"
Nanyang didn't speak, got up calmly, and left his seat in a hurry. She didn't leave the restaurant or go to the bathroom, but turned around and went to a seat hidden behind a flower stand. After standing, she crossed her arms and looked at the person on the seat.
"Is it fun?" Nanyang asked coldly.
Jiang Banxia didn't panic when she saw that her stalking had been exposed, and raised her lips: "When did you find out?"
Nanyang ignored her question and stretched out a hand, his eyes filled with ice: "Give it back to me."
Jiang Banxia smiled evilly: "It has been thrown away."
"Really." Nan Yang didn't change his face, and glanced at Sun Xuxue behind him, "Xu Xue, go and help me make it up, it must be done before tomorrow night."
While Sun Xuxue was surprised, she stammered and nodded in agreement, "Okay, okay, I'll go right away."
"By the way, tell the boss to clear the venue. I have booked this restaurant tonight."
"Yes."
Sun Xuxue probably guessed what was going to happen next, and didn't dare to say a word, and hurriedly ran to the boss.
Jiang Banxia smiled enchantingly, wrapped her fingers around her curly hair, and said to Nanyang in a coquettish manner: "What's the matter, Patriarch, you have cleared everyone, what do you want to do with me?"
"I didn't want to waste time with you," Nanyang lowered his eyes and began to unbutton his shirt at his wrist, "but now it seems that if I don't waste this time with you now, I will waste more time in the future."
"It's time to untie the buttons, can't you wait?" Jiang Banxia smiled and took a sip of the wine on the table.
Nanyang unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled them above his elbows, "Put down the wine glass."
"Why put down the wine glass? What, is the wine glass in the way?" Jiang Banxia put the wine glass back on the table and licked her lips seductively.
"Yes, in the way."
Nanyang rolled up his sleeves, pursed his lips slightly, and took off the BM47 from the belt unhurriedly. Using a forehand windmill, he threw the knife away and held it in his hand at the fastest speed. She took a step forward, bent slightly, and pressed the blade against the heart of Jiang Banxia's left chest.
Jiang Banxia looked down at the blade and sneered: "Scare me intentionally..."
Before she could spit out the second half of her sentence, the tip of the knife suddenly pushed into her chest forever blocked her throat.
The blade sank into her chest ten centimeters deep, almost piercing her body in the opposite direction. The safety pin of the butterfly blade was not buckled, the danger handle was hanging straight in the air, the safety handle had been dangling, and a thin blood line flowed down the safety handle.
"Look, if you hadn't put the wine down, it'd be on my clothes now. What a hindrance."
Nanyang's voice was very light, as indifferent as ever.
She let go of BM47, straightened up, picked up the white handkerchief on the side and wiped the blood on her fingertips.
Jiang Banxia opened her mouth, her face twisted, as if she wanted to say something. However, her mouth only opened a small arc, and a steady stream of viscous blood overflowed from her mouth and ran down her chin to her neck.
Sun Xuxue came back at this time, caught sight of the scene in front of her, and covered her mouth so that she didn't cry out.
"Xu Xue," Nan Yang threw the handkerchief she wiped on the table, "send her to the hospital, the place where I pierced is still a little far from the heart. Remember to take off my knife and clean it up."
Sun Xuxue bit the back of his hand, and with the other hand shaking, he took out his mobile phone and called the emergency number in a trance.
Nanyang looked at Jiang Banxia, who still had a trace of consciousness, and said clearly, word by word, "I warned you, if you provoke me again, I will let you experience the rules of 3,000 years ago. You really shouldn't Test me in the same clumsy way. If I didn't get it right last time, I'll say it plainly now: You'd better put yourself in your place, a mediocre person who is delusional about me. I hope you understand, Not everyone is as qualified to stand by my side as she is."
Jiang Banxia's eyes were slightly distracted.
"You have admiration for me, I should have said thank you. But you have used this method several times to disgust my life, and now it's not my fault." Nan Yang stood with his hands behind his back, looking coldly in front of him This ignorant woman said, "I'm not good at this. Caring about one person means caring about one person, and hating one person means hating one person. Unfortunately, what you do is all the things I hate the most. I'll stay. Your life is for Ah Zhen's face, and next time, Ah Zhen won't have so much face."
Sun Xuxue could hear the meaning of Nanyang's words. If Jiang Banxia dared to make small moves, Nanyang might really kill her.
Sun Xuxue knew that Nanyang had the hostility of Jianghu people in her bones, but she has been able to restrain those hostile spirits well over the past 3,000 years, and she has learned how to respect everyone equally. . In the past, it wasn't that she fell in love with her without long eyes, and insisted on following her and refused to go, but she had never acted aggressively, at most just ignored people. After a long time, the suitors gave up because they were bored.
But there has never been a person like Jiang Banxia who has caused serious obstacles in the way of the two of them. Because of Jiang Banxia, the time they met was dragged on for six years. Nanyang has waited for three thousand years, but just waiting for the last few decades to be together. Every wasted day is equivalent to spending one less day with Qinghuan. How could Nanyang have no resentment
Up to now, she has found Nanyang again, but Nanyang still doesn't care about her. As long as she doesn't get close to herself, she can forgive Jiang Banxia's nasty things. However, Jiang Banxia still did not change, and once again tried to leave Nanyang in such an inferior way. It is no wonder that Nanyang was angry and gave a final warning in an extreme way.
Even so, she didn't really hurt her life.
The result now is the best of benevolence and righteousness.