And it was this scene that not only moved countless female viewers, but also upset Han Jiang's heart.
But at this time, the moving and smiling Yun Jinshu was dead, leaving only this dead thing, placed in the cold mourning hall, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became eternal.
Han Jiang took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress the moisture in his eyes, turned around and walked out of the mourning hall. The rain poured down, and the assistant behind him had no time to hold an umbrella for him. His black suit was soaked in an instant, and the cold rain hit his skin. Shivered.
The assistant behind him brought him a black woolen coat to put on him. He waved his hand and walked to the hillside of the back mountain alone in the heavy rain along a roundabout road.
On the hillside is Yun Jinshu's grave, but his bones are not placed there.
The day after the accident, Han Jiang used all his strength to salvage from the sea, but he only managed to fish out the water-filled black Bentley and the piece of granite tied with a rope. There was no Yun Jinshu at all. shadow.
Han Jiang did not believe in evil and sent people to salvage again and again, but still found nothing. Yun Jinshu seemed to have suddenly evaporated from the world. No one was alive or dead, and no corpses were seen. Salvage in the vast sea was not easy, and every attempt came up empty-handed. Returned, but Han Jiang still didn't want to give up.
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He couldn't find it in one day, maybe two days, one month, two months, one year, and a lifetime. He couldn't bear to find Yun Jinshu sleeping in the cold sea water, and the temperature of the vast ocean must be higher than today. The rain is even more biting and cold.
Kneeling on the ground, wiping off the rainwater on the tombstone photo over and over again, Han Jiang didn't say a word. He was afraid that if he spoke, he would become hoarse.
At this time, two people came from a distance. The old housekeeper was holding a black umbrella. Under the umbrella was his father, Han Zhongtian.
Han Jiang just raised his head and glanced at the two of them and stopped talking. After all, the old housekeeper had watched him grow up, and now seeing him kneeling on the ground in the rain without caring about it, he felt distressed and quickly opened his hand for him. Another umbrella.
Han Jiang pushed away silently and shook his head at him: "You don't need to hold an umbrella for me, so I can stay awake in the rain."
"Young master, you can't help yourself when you're in such a bad state." The old housekeeper was extremely anxious. Just as he was about to hold up an umbrella for him again, he was stopped by Han Zhongtian on the side.
His majestic face showed a bit of displeasure, and he looked at Han Jiang condescendingly: "Look at what you look like now! Isn't it just that a star died? You deserve to be so decadent like this?!"
Han Jiang turned his back to him, put his arms on the ground, and lowered his head for a long time before saying, "Father, please go back, I don't want to see you now."
"Presumptuous!" Han Zhongtian went up and slapped Han Jiang, his face filled with anger, "You are not satisfied that you can sacrifice one star in exchange for our entire Han family!"
Han Jiang knelt on the spot and did not move, but a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then his laughter became louder and louder, and his voice could be heard throughout the back mountain.
"Yes, in your eyes what else is left besides your own status?!"
"At that time, you tricked me into going to the company to get some documents. In fact, you already knew that the Dong family was going to attack me, so you deliberately sent me away, right!? I couldn't mobilize so many people to rescue Jinshu, didn't you? Let me call the police. The person who returned it to you has found the location where the Dong family hid the brocade book. As long as I do as you do, you will agree that I don’t have to marry a woman and can be a gay man openly! But the result is that you have been there from the beginning to the end. You are always lying to me! Father, have you never regarded me as your son!"
"Snapped!"
There was a loud slap on Han Jiang's face. His cheeks quickly became red and swollen, but he still knelt in front of Yun Jinshu's tomb.
Han Zhongtian went crazy, pointing at his head and scolding: "Who are you kneeling to before I'm dead? You're such a star who was screwed by others, and you deserve to do this? Get up, look at you You look unsatisfied! If you hadn’t refused to participate in the political commissar election, would I have spent so much effort to bring down the Dong family?"
Han Jiang sneered, his eyes were red, but tears were welling up in his eyes, "Yes, you have indeed brought down the Dong family... You told me that as long as you anger Dong Xu and force him to attack Jin Shu, we will stay The people at the door secretly filmed it and sent it to the prosecutor's office as evidence of Dong Xu's intentional homicide. In this way, even if I don't participate in this election, Dong Xu will not be able to get elected with such a hard crime, but the result... "
He closed his eyes in despair, no longer daring to look up at Yun Jinshu's eyes on the tombstone, and his voice was so hoarse that he almost lost his voice, "In the end... I did as you asked, and if I said those bastard words against my will, Dong Xu would kill Jinshu." ! The people you sent are guarding the door, why don’t you go and save him! Why!?”
Han Jiang stood up almost madly and rushed to question Han Zhongtian, but was kicked away by him.
Han Zhongtian had a sullen face, paused for a moment and suddenly laughed sinisterly, "If Yun Jinshu is not dead, Dong Xu's charge of intentional homicide is untrue. The Dong family is as powerful as us. How can we convict him based on a secretly filmed video? Do you think Dong Xu is guilty?" Is Mr. Xu doing a job?"
"I know you don't like these, and would rather be in business than politics, but political struggles are so cruel. Either you die or I die. Our Han family is here today not because of the powerful officialdom. If I fall, who will be willing to call you Say 'Master Han'? A cunning rabbit will be cooked by a lackey, silly son, you are still too young."
Han Zhongtian curled his lips and wanted to touch Han Jiang's head "lovingly", but he pushed him away.
Han Zhongtian shrugged his shoulders indifferently, with an evil smile on his seemingly loyal face, "If you like to play, I don't care so much. There are many good-looking people in the world, including Yun Jinshu. Today we are The Han family was worthy of him by burying him in glory, so it's useless for you to act like a love saint now, don't forget that you were the one who forced him to death in the end."
He glanced at Han Jiang, turned around and left. The old housekeeper who had been standing aside had to follow him. Before leaving, he wanted to leave his umbrella to Han Jiang, but was stopped by Han Zhongtian, "If he wants to get wet in the rain, let him It’s better to wake up after being soaked in the rain, so as not to be confused about the seriousness.”
The figures of the two people quickly disappeared into the rain vortex, but Han Jiang sat blankly in front of Yun Jinshu's tombstone, closing his eyes in despair.
He looked at his hands. The bones were clear and the palms were wide, but they seemed to be covered with blood. Although he hated Han Zhongtian, he had to admit that he was right.
I don't kill Boren, Boren died because of me. From the beginning to the end, he personally sent Yun Jinshu on his way. No matter how many reasons and excuses there are, he can't escape it.
Such a man who was sleeping soundly on his lap before he died believed wholeheartedly, gave without reservation, and held his heart in front of him with blood, but he threw it away so easily...
Tears kept flowing down, and he could no longer tell whether it was tears or rain on his face.
Love? Han Jiang asked himself hoarsely.
Yes, he is indeed in love, but he is a complete idiot. It's not that he doesn't love, he just loves himself more, but Yun Jinshu trusts the wrong person.
With his head buzzing, Han Jiang suddenly remembered that one afternoon in summer, Yun Jinshu was leaning on his back, taking out a ring from his pocket and raising it in front of him.
"Boss Han, if you are not married when you are forty, can you marry me?"
At that time, he laughed out loud, turned around and spanked his ass, "Are you proposing to me?"
"Yes, my man has forty-one flowers, and you are already full of love blossoms before you reach forty. I have to trap you as soon as possible when you are forty and kidnap you to the Netherlands."
“Why Holland?”
"Because no one knows us there, two men can still get married, and then I can hold your hand with confidence and boldness."
"You love me so much?"
Yun Jinshu laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist, "I will tell you when you are forty."
Han Jiang covered his face, but tears flowed from his fingers. If he could do it again, he thought he would slowly atone for his sins. If five years is not enough, then forty years. If forty years is not enough, then forty years. lifetime…
But once a person misses it, where is the chance to do it again
Han Jiang finally closed his eyes in despair.
The author has something to say: Today’s third update is la la la~~~oooo~QVQ
This extra chapter is an explanation to Han Zhazha. Although he is indeed a scumbag, he is not so cold-blooded and ruthless. I don’t want to clear his name. He will still be tortured in the future. Don’t worry. ==
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