Xiang Wan slowly turned his head and glanced at him.
Just so suddenly, I laughed.
Helpless smile.
She never thought that one day she would hear Cheng Zheng's teaching. Teaching about love.
In the past frames of the past, this stern-faced and indifferent man has never had anything to do with the symbol of love.
"Yes, you reminded me. I should go back." When Xiang Wan said this, he changed the subject, "I have to go back and bring the computer to the hospital."
"..."
"No matter what, you can't give up your work."
Cheng Zheng was speechless.
Xiang Wan exhaled and smiled at him again.
"What if he becomes a vegetable, or disabled, or stupid. I have to support him for the rest of his life. How can I not work?"
"..."
Cheng Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "I'll see you off."
The night deepened.
In the neon lights of the city, there are endless cars and crowds.
On such a night, the fog was very deep. Looking at Xiang Wan, he felt that his eyes were wet from the fog.
Along the way, Cheng Zheng didn't speak.
Neither of them talked.
In the silence, Cheng Zheng sent her to the gate of the community and parked the car.
"Do you need me to take you in?"
He learned to respect a woman's wishes.
Xiang Wan pursed her lips and smiled, looking back at him, her gaze was softer than ever before.
"No, I can do it myself."
Cheng Zheng nodded silently: "Then I'm leaving. I need to call."
"OK, all right."
"anytime."
He added, "My phone is on 24 hours a day."
Xiang Wan pursed her lips and smiled, "I'm looking for you if I need something. You are his brother! You are also my brother."
Cheng Zheng's eyes froze for a moment, he lowered his head for a moment, then raised it up with a wry smile, "Go."
"goodbye."
She stood outside the car window and waved to him, then turned and entered the gate without looking back.
Cheng Zheng sat in the car and watched her until her back disappeared from sight, then turned on the light in the car, and took out a small metal box from his pocket.
The cold light pierced his eyes.
He squinted slightly, opened the box, and looked at it quietly.
It's not jewelry.
Only one tooth.
He watched silently and thought silently.
Silently put it back in the pocket.
Then, drive away.
…
…
Ten days later, news from Xie Wanwan came.
Although Meng Chi searched for countless famous medical experts for her, wishing to lose everything for her, she still couldn't get out of the hospital bed in the end.
When the news came, the whole network mourned.
This woman who was once insulted by the whole network was dramatically mourned by the whole network.
However, after her death.
They said that Xie Wanwan ranked second for the female stars who are good-looking and have acting skills, and no one dared to be the first.
They finally thought of all her good things.
They dug up the films she had starred in.
They talked about her difficult life experience and pain.
They listened to the songs she sang and burst into tears...
They were paying homage to her, as if they were paying homage to themselves in a void.
Tang Yuanchu immediately ran to the hospital where Xie Wanwan had an accident.
Unfortunately, he was one step too late.
The ward was empty, only Meng Chi, who was going through the death procedure at the hospital, was still there.
He opened his mouth wide, looked at Meng Chi with dull eyes, wanted to shout, to ask, to shout, but there was no sound at all.
Meng Chi saw him, and turned his head slowly, "He has been sent to the funeral parlor for cremation. Officer Tang, you don't need to come here again. She doesn't want to see you either. She didn't want to see you when she was alive, and she didn't want to after death."
In the past ten days, Tang Yuanchu has been here countless times, but was blocked from the door.
"I'm sorry. I know I've bothered you..."
Tang Yuanchu murmured, his spirit was wandering, his voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't slept for many days, his hair had grown long and hadn't been trimmed, and his green beard made him look ten years older. He stared at Meng Chi intently, without blinking, with a silly look, as if he wanted to find traces of Xie Wanwan's existence on his face.
After a long time, a sentence came out of his throat, "Did she say anything before she left?"
Meng Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, "Yes."
Tang Yuanchu's eyes widened, "What's the matter?"
Meng Chi: "It has nothing to do with you."
The light of hope in Tang Yuanchu's eyes gradually dimmed.
He opened his eyes wide, full of hope, but also desperately asked: "Not a word... nothing about me?"
"..."
Meng Chi was silent.
The young assistant next to him couldn't stand it any longer, and turned his face away, his eyes flushed.
"No." Meng Chi finally spoke out slowly, "Officer Tang, thank you for your concern for my sister. She is gone, so I can only thank you on her behalf."
After all, he walked over from Tang Yuanchu, "I still have things to do, I have a chance to do it again."
He was very polite from start to finish.
Also, cold and ruthless.
Tang Yuanchu stood there, looking at the empty ward, and this corridor that seemed to eat people, unable to move his feet—
Meng Chi walked away, stopped suddenly, lowered his head and said something to his assistant.
The little assistant ran back and walked up to Tang Yuanchu.
"Officer Tang? Right?"
Tang Yuanchu looked at him blankly, not knowing how to respond.
The assistant took out a photo from the bag and handed it to him.
"Mr. Meng asked me to give this to you."
Tang Yuanchu took it silently.
Lowering his head, he looked at the photo—
A photo he didn't know when he took it.
There is him, there is Xie Wanwan.
In the photo, he is young and innocent, with a smile on his face.
Xie Wanwan sat next to him with a cold face, looking at him with disgust from a long distance away.
Two people are not close, not like lovers, but the magnetic field in the air seems to surround them...
Those staring eyes - it's all drama.
"why?"
Tang Yuanchu slumped on the chair, crying bitterly.
Holding the photo, he kissed Xie Wanwan's face, her hair, and her lips, like a crazy idol fan.
"How could you leave like this?"
"You vicious bad woman. You are a scourge, shouldn't you live for a thousand years?"
He said while stroking her face.
Tears wet the photo, and he wiped it with his sleeve cherishingly, holding it in his arms like a baby.
"Sorry… "
"I'm sorry, it's my fault..."
"I'm late."
"In this world, I came too late."
Too late to keep her.
There is no way to fight for more time that belongs to them.
…
Xie Wanwan's funeral was handled by Meng Chi alone.
He did not hold a funeral for her, and rejected all the condolences of relatives and friends.
Meng Chi said it was to comply with her last wish.
She had enough scenery during her lifetime, after death she just wanted to rest peacefully.
Meng Chi is a ruthless person, he didn't even tell anyone that he buried Xie Wanwan there, and just let a woman who had come here leave in a deserted manner.
Xiang Wan was in the hospital when he got the news.
On the computer in front of him, the finale of "Murder God", the part about Xie Wanwan, was being written.
I always thought that she was the recorder and participant of this event.
Seeing those familiar faces leave one by one and come to the end one by one, her heart is full of desolation.
created this story.
Wrote the joys and sorrows of this world.
In the end, but unable to control the ending—
Fang Yuanyuan came here with Huang He today. Seeing Xiang Wan's symptoms, she sighed, pressed her shoulders, and comforted her gently, "Don't be sad."
Shaking his head, Xiang Wan deleted all the lines he wrote on the computer just now.
Fang Yuanyuan was taken aback, "What's wrong?"
Xiang Wan's fingers touched the keys, crying as she typed, "I have to rewrite her ending."
Fang Yuanyuan was silent, her eye circles were red, and she kept sniffling.
Huang He gently wiped her tears.
Xiang Wan was writing, as if thinking of something, he raised his head and asked Huang He.
"Her child, have you found it?"
Huang He pursed his lips: "It's long gone. They lied to her, the child we rescued... is actually Tian Danyue's daughter, not Xie Wanwan's son."
Ah!
Xiang Wan smiled with tears in his eyes.
"Is she really out of her mind? She can't tell if it's a man or a woman, and she was threatened foolishly."
"She's not insane." Huang He was silent for a moment, and told her the truth, "We found out after the investigation that she knew about it. She knew that the child was long gone, but she still voluntarily served the wolf with her own body. She played the role of her own life. The last scene fooled everyone."
"Why?" Xiang Wan was surprised.
"Heaven's Wrath threatened her. She couldn't bear it. She wanted to use her tricks to help the police solve the case. The address that Sailimu found was actually leaked by her on purpose... This has been confirmed."
Xiang Wan bowed his head and suddenly covered his face.
…
Xiang Wan spent another two days writing the finale of "Murder of the Goddess".
This is already the fifteenth day after the incident.
She was a whole circle thinner than the day she arrived at the hospital, but because of the writing of the finale, she seemed in good spirits, and her eyes were bright with excitement. Two days later, when Fang Yuanyuan went to see her with the food box, seeing the smile on her face, she couldn't believe it, thinking that she was delusional.
"Sister, is Team Bai awake?"
Xiang Wan smiled and waved at her.
"Come here and take a look, I've finished writing the finale."
"Really?" Fang Yuanyuan also became happy for her, put down the food box and walked over, sat beside her, took the computer and began to preview it.
After waiting for so long, she couldn't wait.
However,
Read it line by line.
Her mood sank a little bit.
Finally, I saw a few lines at the end of the ending.
"The spring of that year was coming to an end, and Fang Yelan couldn't wake up in the end. Rong Xiaonuan watched him quietly all night. When the dawn broke, he jumped off the window sill of his ward and bloomed in the flower garden of the hospital. A blood-red flower. She ended her own life and went to accompany him in a decisive way. From then on, their story will never end."
Fang Yuanyuan seemed frightened.
"Fuck! Are you crazy?"
Xiang Wan's lips were a little dry, she pursed her lips, and smiled at Fang Yuanyuan.
"It's just a novel, don't take it seriously."
"It's not written like this in the novel! I think you are sick in the hospital—"
Fang Yuanyuan glanced at the closed intensive care unit, then at the light in her eyes, and suddenly realized something, "Cousin, even... I said just in case, even if Bai Muchuan really fails to survive, you must not Can't think about it, do you understand? The days are still long!"
Xiang Wan glared at her, "What nonsense are you talking about. Nothing happens."
There is no chance, so why explain the ending of the story like this
Isn't she just afraid that the book is over, and she won't have time to draw that stroke
Fang Yuanyuan looked at the smile on her face, wanted to persuade her, but didn't know what to say, sighed, pointed to the finale on the computer, and asked her.
"Why did only Huang He and Song Yuanyuan get happiness in the end, aren't the others biological? Stepmother."
"Pfft!" Xiang Wan laughed, "Fang Yelan and Rong Xiaonuan are also together."
Fang Yuanyuan glanced at her face, "But, only Huang He and Song Yuanyuan are the ending."
"Ok."
Xiang Wan responded softly.
No more was explained.
Fang Yuanyuan was worried about her emotions, "If you want to end with be, why leave them as a couple. Otherwise, you might as well write them to death. Let's all be..."
Xiang Wan looked at the computer and thought for a long time, "No."
"Damn it! Why on earth?"
"In this book, all the love is crushed by reality. I must leave a ray of sunshine, right? Without love, without warmth, how can the rest breathe?"
Suddenly quiet.
Fang Yuanyuan didn't speak.
She recalled the characters that appeared in the book.
Since the first case, many, many people...
They have all been in love.
Later, all died of love.
They all die of love.
This is a really puzzling book.
Fang Yuanyuan looked at Xiang Wan's pale face, "Then what's next? The story can still be developed, why not write it?"
Xiang Wan was silent again for a long time.
"Don't dare to write."
"why?"
"Because this is already the best ending to the story."
"..."
Fang Yuanyuan sighed and cast a sidelong glance at her.
"You are just stubborn. You are just writing a book. Where did you get so many entanglements?"
Xiang Wan didn't answer.
She looked at the computer, as if caught in their story.
And this real world has been forgotten by her.
Xiang Wan like this made Fang Yuanyuan a little scared.
"sister?"
"I said, don't scare me?"
"Speak! Xiang Wan!"
Xiang Wan stood up abruptly, holding the phone.
"I'm going to show him."
In the hospital, Xiang Wan was already a familiar face.
Doctors finally granted her request and sent her to the intensive care unit with the computer.
…
It's been half a month, and this is the first time Xiang Wan has come in.
Bai Muchuan lay there quietly, like a lifeless plastic dummy.
Wearing a disinfectant suit, Xiang Wan slowly approached him with his computer in his arms, "Bai Muchuan, I'm here to see you."
The person on the bed will not answer.
Xiang Wan looked at it for a moment, then slowly sat on the edge of the bed.
"My finale is finished, I'm here to urge you."
"How long have you been writing "White List"? Why don't you get up and continue writing for me?"
"You owe me so much debt, do you want to be foolish?"
Bai Muchuan remained motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.
Xiang Wan hugged the notebook on his lap, looked at him for a long time, and slowly opened it.
"Let me read the finale to you first, and you can give me your opinion."
She cleared her throat and began to read.
"The lives of Rong Xiaonuan and Fang Yelan are destined to be different from ordinary people. They have gone through one difficult road after another, lonely, painful, and tasted each one. Only finally did they understand, whether it is the plot of the novel or the real case. , all the arrangements of fate are the most expensive gift."
"Because in that summer, they met each other, and then, they had each other."
"Besides life and death, they cannot be separated."
…
The ending is long.
Xiang Wan read it for a long time.
Read very slowly.
Just like this story,
never end.
"When Rong Xiaonuan's body fell from the window sill, she saw many people. Tu Liang, Xie Wanwan, Ye Lun, Tian Xiaoya... Of course, there was also her favorite Fang Yelan. He stood in time, facing She smiled and waved..."
Xiang Wan read to the end with difficulty, took a deep breath, and slowly raised her head to look at the hospital bed, "How did I write..."
Her words came to an abrupt end.
Then, just stay there stupidly.
The man on the bed looked at her with wet eyes open without blinking.
It took Xiang Wan a full three seconds to go from dazed to ecstatic.
"you're awake?"
"doctor-"
"Xiao Xiangwan!" Bai Muchuan took off the ventilator by himself, his thin and handsome face was as white as paper, and he spoke very slowly, but every word was very clear, "I want to know, what is the wise and powerful police officer Fang Yelan?" The ending? Have you... written it clearly?"
Xiang Wan sniffed and burst into tears.
"His ending, you will write it, okay?"
Bai Muchuan: "Okay. I'll read. You write."
Xiang Wan stood up and rubbed his hands nervously, "Are you sure you don't need... call the doctor first?"
Bai Muchuan: "Write."
He looked haggard, and he was as strong as ever and could not be refuted.
Xiang Wan sat down slowly and picked up the computer.
"No matter how difficult life is, no matter how much pain there is, as long as there is her, he will wake up."
Bai Muchuan's breathing was slightly rapid, and there was fine sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were firm and burning.
"Whether it's the plot of the novel or the actual case, all the arrangements of fate are the most expensive gifts. Because they met each other and had each other in that summer. As time goes by, he is here, and so is she."
He spoke slowly and calmly, as if none of the pain was on his body.
"This is their story."
The ward fell silent.
Xiang Wan looked up, "It's over?"
"Yeah." He asked breathlessly, "Isn't that good?"
"That's good." Xiang Wan's eyes were moist, "You wrote very well."
Xiang Wan smiled at him, bowed his head and typed the last three words on the computer.
"The book is over!"