Wei Yi was really impressed by Jingxiu. Although she didn't believe the so-called solution that Jingxiu said at all, she still took Jingxiu to find Zhong Qingyu.
After Zhong Qingyu came back from the hospital, he settled in a house with extremely high security that Ji Youyan had purchased in the past two years. As Wei Yizhen expected, Zhong Qingyu didn't even promise Jingxiu to postpone the memorial service, she didn't even want to see Jingxiu.
Wei Yi really had a key card, so he swiped the door and pushed in. Just as Jingxiu was about to follow him in, a man came out of the living room and blocked the door firmly.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the door frame, his attitude of blocking was firm, but his tone was very polite: "Hello, Miss Jing, I'm Yanyan's fiancé, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to come back to send Yanyan."
With a white strip on his arm, he seems to have neglected to take care of himself because he is too sad.
As Ji Youyan's surviving family, he justifiably wears filial piety for Ji Youyan and prevents her from stepping into Ji Youyan's house. Jingxiu's nails sank into the palm of his hand, trying his best to calmly ask him: "I have something very important, I hope I can discuss it with Auntie face to face."
Lu Fang refused: "Auntie is not feeling very well now, and it is inconvenient to see guests. I also ask Miss Jing to be considerate."
Wei Yi really felt that such a scene was too cruel to Jingxiu, so he turned around and blocked Lu Fang calmly, "I'll go in and talk to Auntie, can you wait outside?"
Jingxiu looked at Lu Fang and the other man staring at her in the living room, bit her lip, and agreed with difficulty.
She stood alone in the corridor for a long time, and Wei Yizhen finally came out.
She shook her head to her, expressed the failure of the proposal, and persuaded Jingxiu: "Auntie is more emotional today, can you wait for tomorrow? Auntie will also go to the venue tomorrow, and she can't avoid it by then, can you talk about it in detail? ?"
Jingxiu was reluctant to leave, but he had no choice but to go to the venue first to accompany Ji Youyan.
But on the second day, Jingxiu discovered that the so-called detailed discussion until today was entirely just Wei Yizhen and Zhong Qingyu's plan to slow down their troops. When Zhong Qingyu arrived at the venue, Wei Yizhen didn't notify her at all, but Jiang Chunduo found it out.
When Jingxiu rushed to the conference room, what he heard was that they were discussing the matter of cremation after the memorial service.
She desperately wanted to stop them, but all she got was the reprimand and expulsion from Zhong Qingyu and her relatives. With no words to argue, Jingxiu fainted again.
When she woke up this time, Tao Xingruo was sitting beside her.
The French side was in a mess because of Jingxiu's abandonment of the marriage. Tao Xingruo was helping Jing Shurong and the others to deal with the follow-up. Because she was too worried about Jingxiu, she came back after a little better.
"Yanyan!" Jingxiu hurriedly sat up.
Tao Xingruo pressed her down and said, "It's still here, don't worry." She touched Jingxiu's forehead and sighed heavily.
Jingxiu looked at the ceiling and asked her, "Have you heard of it?"
"Um."
"Do you think I'm crazy, too, whimsical?"
Tao Xingruo looked at her distressedly, expressing his acquiescence.
Jingxiu turned his head to look at her, his eyes heavy: "If... if you were me and Yanyan was Ning Wei, wouldn't you still believe it?"
Tao Xingruo's fingers on his knees trembled, and the muscles in both cheeks were tensed by the force. After a long while, she asked Jingxiu in a low voice, "Without her, it would have been five years for you, right?"
Jingxiu's eyes were blank, "Can it be the same?"
"Tao, I thought you knew."
Being together or not being together is just a way of love, but when it's gone, there's nothing left. Ruan Ningwei is still there, even if Tao Xingruo is not with her, she can be happy and sad for her, Ruan Ningwei is gone, Tao Xingruo looks as strong as ever, but Jingxiu never sees her eyes light again .
Tao Xingruo's thin lips trembled, but he didn't make a sound.
"So, what do you want?" After a long time, Tao Xingruo asked as Jingxiu wished.
"I want you to help me." Zhong Qingyu couldn't convince her at all, and she didn't have time to wait any longer.
Jingxiu's eyes were cold and strangely tender: "You help me find someone to protect Yanyan, and no one is allowed to touch Yanyan until I come back."
Tao Xingruo was stunned, the stake was too high. "Do you know what the consequences of doing this are?"
In terms of love, reason and law, Jingxiu will be criticized for doing so. Originally, because of repentance of marriage and conflict with reporters at the entrance of the venue, the city has been full of storms and has been criticized by the media. If there is more trouble like this, Jingxiu will be ruined for the rest of his life.
Tao Xingruo's rationality prevented her from agreeing to Jingxiu. However, Jing Shurong, who arrived a few hours later, felt sorry for her daughter and agreed unexpectedly.
So Jingxiu made a desperate gamble, and resolutely mobilized more than a dozen personal bodyguards to protect Ji Youyan. Like a villain, she took care of Zhong Qingyu's reputation and did not dare to expose the matter to the media, completely isolating Zhong Qingyu and the others a few meters away from Ji Youyan.
She handed Ji Youyan over to Jing Shurong with peace of mind, and then set off with Tao Xingruo overnight to find Dao Kong in Tibet.
But fifteen hours later, she landed in the provincial capital of Tibet, feeling restless. As soon as she connected to the Internet, she saw overwhelming news about Ji Youyan's memorial service and cremation.
Jingxiu stood under the hot sun in the wilderness, dizzy and cold all over.
She called Jing Shurong with trembling fingers and asked her, "It's fake, right?"
Jing Shurong tried to explain: "Xiuxiu, listen to me..."
"Tell me, true or false." Jingxiu interrupted her indifferently.
Jing Shurong had no choice but to respond with a cruel "It's true".
There was no sound on the other end of the phone, it was eerily quiet, and Jing Shurong called her nervously: "Xiu Xiu..."
"It was you who promised them, otherwise they would be able to hold back no matter how much trouble they made." Jingxiu said in a soft voice, "The promise to help me from the beginning was a lie to me, in order to save me, right?"
Jing Shurong knew that she could deceive Jingxiu only because she was too flustered and anxious at the time, and she would find out sooner or later when she regained her senses. "Yes, Mom said sorry to you," she admitted.
There was a softness in her tired voice, as if she was educating her and coaxing her: "Xiuxiu, stop making trouble. If the trouble continues, the media will be completely out of control. If you are like this, Xiaoyan will not feel at ease if she knows. Yes. Xiuxiu, cheer up a little? The people who are not there are gone, there is no way to change it, but the people who are alive still have to continue to live.”
The wind in Tibet swept up the yellow sand in the sky, blurring Jingxiu's face. She was standing in the wind, her body was stubborn, and the world was huge, but she felt that she was alone and had nowhere to rest.
Those who are alive must continue to live.
Did they think she was still alive
"Axiu!" A sad cry called Jingxiu back to reality.
Jingxiu's eyes fell on Ji Yuyan's cheeks that were flushed from crying.
Yanyan is crying, it is fresh; her tears hit the back of her hand drop by drop, it is warm.
That nightmare, fortunately, was just a dream.
Jingxiu looked at her, all emotions were stirring in her chest, she raised her head and tried to force back her tears, but the tears flowed down her jaw, neck, and into her chest.
"Why do you think about it?" She seemed to be asking Ji Yuyan and Void.
Why did Ji Yuyan still endure those pains and despair? When she thought of how scared and desperate Ji Youyan was before her death, she felt like a knife was piercing her heart.
Her question was equivalent to admitting all Ji Yuyan's conjectures. The hanging boulder fell completely, crushing Ji Yuyan's heart. Ji Youyan opened her mouth, and she wanted to say all kinds of heartache and guilt, but in the end she only let out a sobbing sound of shame.
She clearly wanted Jingxiu to have a better life before letting go, but why did she let Jingxiu sacrifice for her in the end. If Daokong is just a fake monk, if the so-called spellcasting is just a hoax, then Axiu...
She bent her legs to cover her face, and the collapsed "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" squeezed out of her throat, stinging Jingxiu's heart.
Jingxiu took a deep breath, pushed away the small table, and moved to sit in front of Ji Youyan.
She called her: "Yanyan, look up and look at me."
Ji Youyan's choking stopped, and she didn't move for a few seconds, but she still raised her head and stared at Jingxiu. Her whole body was trembling because she was too restrained, her chest heaving violently.
Jingxiu wiped Ji Yuyan's tears with her thumb, but her tenderness made Ji Yuyan's tears more and more difficult to restrain.
"Did the rain leak in from outside?" Jingxiu said softly, mocking him with a pretense of ease.
Ji Yuyan couldn't smile. She leaned forward suddenly and hugged Jingxiu, the strength was so great that Jingxiu's body hurt a little, and then Jingxiu's heart hurt so carefully.
"Axiu... tell me, will you be in pain all the time?" Ji Youyan buried herself on her shoulder, tears soaking through Jingxiu's clothes. "Tell me, will you always be there?"
She sounded so terrified, Jingxiu couldn't help feeling sour. She took the initiative to adjust her hug, hugged Ji Youyan's waist, and whispered in her ear: "It doesn't hurt anymore, I'll be there all the time. Those things are over."
"Is it really over?" Ji Youyan pinched his fingers, calmly asked Jingxiu, "Axiu, tell me, what is the price?"
Jingxiu's breathing was a little stagnant, so, in fact, Yanyan didn't really remember everything
Ji Youyan seemed to know what Jingxiu was thinking, she let go of Jingxiu and looked at Jingxiu with her moist eyes: "I heard what you promised. But I can't remember."
Seeing Jingxiu frowning silently, she paused, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped her head hard.
"Yanyan!" Jingxiu exclaimed in surprise. She straightened up to touch Ji Yuyan's head, but Ji Yuyan grabbed her hands.
She looked at Jingxiu tenderly and seriously, and said in a low voice, "Axiu, I'm useless. I suddenly remembered a lot when I hit my head yesterday. If you don't want to tell me, then I can only think of a way by myself. already."
Jingxiu was anxious and annoyed, and her voice became a little colder: "Are you threatening me?"
The disappointment and disbelief in her eyes made Ji Yuyan breathless.
Jingxiu was defeated and asked Ji You, "Is it okay to have a good time now?"
Ji Youyan closed his eyes, and the tears he had been holding back fell, "Axiu, how can I live well now?"
She let go of Jingxiu's hand, knelt down and wrapped Jingxiu tightly, as if hugging a stolen treasure: "I don't know what you paid for, I don't know what you endured, I don't know why you It hurts, I don't know if this is a beautiful dream with a time limit, I don't know when you will... disappear... I don't know..." Her throat was so tight that she couldn't speak.
do not know anything. All the time, fear and fear, worry about gain and loss. Is this okay
The pain in her voice broke Jingxiu's heart.
"Stop thinking about it." Jingxiu surrendered. She kissed the bitter tears on Ji Yuyan's cheek, "I'll tell you."
"Nothing like you think."
"It's just that I borrowed my life from the next life to take care of this life."