Shen Qian is dead.
Died in the assassination that came to Shenhou.
This suburb, this villa, became the burial ground for him and Shen Zongming at the same time.
There is a photo in the front, a lean at the back, and a mountain with water.
Compared with Shen Zongming's memorial service for the riots, Shen Qian walked quietly without any condolences.
There is only a brand-new tombstone, and the photos left on it are engraved with his face, with smiles and gentleness.
Shen Hun stood in the wind in plain clothes, with long hair flying wildly.
The pitch-black pupils fixedly stared at the tombstone, as if they were out of focus, as if they were looking deeper through the pile of cold stones.
Behind her, Chu Yujiang was on guard, watching the surroundings vigilantly with sharp eyes.
The two black-clothed bodyguards next to each other looked grim.
After such a thrilling experience, Shen Hun was protected by layers.
Before Quan Hanting came back, Chu Yujiang was burdened with Shen Hun's life on his shoulders, and he did not dare to relax in the slightest.
Suddenly, Shen Hou squatted down and straightened the bouquet with his own hands.
Chu Yujiang looked at her back, even if he squatted down, he was still straight, tough, indifferent, and unkind.
But why does he feel sad
More shocking than crying, more powerful than screaming.
The sound is loud, and the sadness is silent, maybe that's the case.
Shen Wei raised his eyes, his gaze lingered over the words on the tombstone, but his memory floated back to the day of the attack...
Shen Qian was sent to the ambulance, and Shen Hun let him grab his wrists and sat quietly on the side.
There were no tears in his eyes, but his eyes were flushed.
When the doctor announced that he had no vital signs, Shen Hun seemed to be suddenly irritated and tried to withdraw his hand violently. The fierce force and fierce eyes almost made the doctors and nurses on the scene mistakenly think that there was something between them. A bloody hatred.
"Shen Qian, if you die, don't drag me!"
"I don't want to know why I said you slapped me? Okay, as long as you hold on, I'll tell you."
Shen Hun tried too hard, and Shen Qian pulled too tightly, so that his whole body was almost dragged up.
The nurse's complexion changed drastically.
The doctor scolded, "What the hell are you doing?! Stop it—"
Shen Hun flashed his eyes: "Don't you say that he has no vital signs? Doesn't he have no vital signs? Doesn't it mean that he is dead? Since they are all dead, how can I drag and tear, will there be worse results than this?!"
With that look, the doctor seemed to see a beast with scarlet eyes roaring, "You..."
It really seems that there is no worse result than death.
"But you can't disrespect the deceased..."
Before the doctor's voice, the nurse who was observing the instrument data suddenly exclaimed: "Yes, I have! The patient's heartbeat has recovered, but it is still very weak..."
"Immediately prepare to give first aid again!"
"Yes."
Along the way, the ambulance was swiftly stunned, relying on Shen Hou's verbal stimulation, let Shen Qian go to the hospital in a daze.
The door of the operating room closed, as if separating two spaces.
With Shen Hou outside and Shen Qian inside, life and death are between the opening of this barrier.
I don't know how long it took before the lights in the operating room hadn't been turned off, and Chu Yujiang had arrived.
He thought that he might never forget the scene he saw at that time...
The corridors of the hospital, even if the light is bright, still cannot conceal the coldness and coldness.
And in this bleak time, on the cold metal seat, a black figure sits quietly.
The back is straight, without revealing a trace of fragility, and naturally there is no sorrow in sight.
She just sat quietly, as if attending a serious meeting, listening to a solemn symphony.
Chu Yujiang couldn't help but slowly approached.
really-
There are no tears on the woman's face, only blood marks remain.
The face is pale, the blood vessels are blue, and the blood is red.
He knelt down and whispered, "Miss Shen?" in a soft voice that has never been seen before.
His eyes moved twice: "... Huh?"
Chu Yujiang breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it all right?"
Slowly shook his head.
Next, there is a long and agonizing wait.
Until the operating light went out, the door opened from the inside, and the doctors and nurses filed out—
"Who is the patient's family?"
Shen Hou stood up slowly, his figure was very stable, his eyes were extremely fixed: "I."
But Chu Yujiang clearly saw her holding her palm tightly, and her veins appeared.
"We tried our best. The bullet pierced the arteries. It's a miracle to be able to survive until now. Go in and see him for the last time..."
After speaking, he shook his head and sighed.
Because the patient was in a special condition and suffered a gunshot wound, the hospital must contact the police immediately to explain the situation, and it was impossible to stop for a while.
Operating room.
The shadowless lamp was turned off, and Shen Qian was lying on the cold operating table. Even after treatment, the smell of blood was still permeating the air.
"Hou Hou..." He moved his lips lightly, but it was a pity that he couldn't make a clear sound after all, only the friction of the breath.
Shen Wei stepped forward, looked at his no longer muddy pupils, and let out a soft hum.
"You know... I actually... don't want to be your brother..." Still only the breath collided.
But she heard clearly.
"Yes, I know." I always knew.
"When?"
"You sent me the tears of Ares."
He was not surprised. On the contrary, it became clear: "I knew... I knew... I'm all right now, I'm not afraid... Because... I'm going to die soon..."
Shen Hou gently shook his head: "A good person doesn't live long, and you are not so easy to die."
"I'm not afraid... Really... I'm not afraid at all... Finally, I can ask... those words..."
She lowered her eyes.
The man stubbornly said: "Did you... Do you like... I..."
"..."
"No, is it?"
"..."
"If... I died... would you cry for me?"
Shen Wei bit his lip and snarled like a collapse: "I said you won't die! Don't you understand?!"
At the same time, tears rolled from his eye sockets and fell on the man's cheeks.
Click!
His eyelids, which were about to droop, raised again with difficulty and opened his mouth, like a fish that swam to the end exhausted: "It's... hot..."
Then he laughed uncontrollably, trembling all over his body, and finally turned into convulsions.
He said, "You—will—"
This time it was not a breath, but a clear sound, which stopped abruptly after loud.
The smile froze on the man's face.
As you close your eyes, it becomes eternal.
The wind blew gently, and Shen Hun suddenly broke free from his memory, looking at the photo of the man on the tombstone: "Is it worth it?"
This question was not asked until the last second before his death.
Now the question is out, but no one is destined to answer again.
"Selfish, calm, strong, unscrupulous, and interests first, this is what you should have."
"To deal with me, to humiliate me, to crush me, to die, this is the attitude you should have towards me."
"But why does it change? I am different, or you are different?"
"Obviously you are still the Shen Qian..." Only I am not the Shen Qian...
She stood up and stepped back two steps, the wind blew her plain skirt.
"Originally, we could not owe each other, be the purest opponents, there is no sympathy, only you and me. But you shouldn't..." the tone was dumb, "should not end in this way, let me owe you forever, even pay back No chance..."
"You are dead, you are a hundred; but I am still alive, with guilt, and every step in the future will bear your weight and move forward."
"It's so cruel..."
At this moment, a black-clothed bodyguard suddenly stepped forward and whispered in Chu Yujiang's ear.
The latter gritted his teeth and reminded Shen Hou: "We should go."
She lowered her head and put on the sunglasses in her hand to block all emotions in her eyes. She raised her chin slightly: "Let's go."
A group of people came quietly and left quietly.
Except for the bouquets placed in front of the tomb and the footprints on the ground, everything is as it is, unchanged.
The sun is still so bright, the wind is still blowing through the heat, and the smile of the person in the photo remains the same, full of elegance.
…
Two days later, Dongli Villa.
Chu Yujiang: "There is news."
Shen Wei's eyes suddenly drenched.
Obviously the person is still that person, but Chu Yujiang always feels that something has changed in her.
For example, those eyes that were originally good at hiding, at this moment did not conceal the killing intent and coldness in them.
"Go to the study and say."
"it is good."
The two entered one after the other, and Shen Hun sat in Quan Hanting's seat, and Chu Yujiang didn't even feel that it violated the peace at all.
Maybe it's because she's used to it, or it's because she's more and more alike...