falling angel

Chapter 34

The next day, while watching TV, I saw the news about Xiao Zicheng again.He really sold the villa, and took Xiao Yun and Luo Fei to hide from the reporters in a panic.The reporters seemed extremely excited, and the hatred of the rich in human bones was vividly reflected in them.A reporter even repeated in an uncontrollable voice with a distorted expression: "He is really Xiao Zicheng, he sold the house, sold the house!!" I smiled indifferently, as if he had just won the lottery Xiao Zicheng sold the house.

I didn't see Zhang Shaoyang for a day, and I didn't call him.Maybe it's time to think about the relationship with Zhang Shaoyang.I don't love him, at least not as deeply as I love Yuan Xueyi.I am attached to him, but this attachment cannot be used as a reason to drag him down.This day suddenly became very busy, no phone calls, no media, no answering reporters' questions.I turn off the TV.Pulling the heavy curtains, with the joy of revenge success, I went to sleep contentedly.

When I woke up, I saw Zhang Shaoyang sitting beside my bed.

"you're awake?"

"Well. Wake up."

"I think we're going back to the mainland once."

"why?"

"Xiao Zicheng committed suicide last night."

My heart trembled, I hated him, but I didn't want him to die.How easy it is to die, but it takes more courage to live.After a little silence, I said indifferently from my throat, "Oh."

Zhang Shaoyang held my hand warmly: "Cry if you want to."

The best moments of my childhood began to reappear in my mind. The man who gave me life, gave me talent, gave me love, and gave me hatred, he died.I never knew I actually loved him.But he died.So I finally stopped holding on, and wept on Zhang Shaoyang's shoulder.Tears were soaking his shoulders, and my heart was empty.For so many years, revenge on Xiao Zicheng is the only reason for me to linger in this world, but if he is dead, then why am I alive.

"For me, live well." Zhang Shaoyang understands me, perhaps, Zhang Shaoyang is also the only person in this world who cares about me.Can I live for him?
The next day, we returned to the mainland, back to Mocheng, where I felt like I had been away for a lifetime.Xiao Zicheng's funeral was a very unremarkable funeral home, with few people there—Zhang Shaoyang said that he had already found someone to block out the unscrupulous reporters who wanted to come in and take pictures.The gray-haired grandma, who had long since died in my childhood memory, was also there, crying so much that she almost passed out.Except for the clothes on their bodies that showed traces of Xiao's past glory, the few people here have completely lost everything.Zhang Shaoyang's 200 million is just a drop in the bucket just to pay off Xiao Zicheng's debt.I saw my younger brother Xiao Yun standing there with a solemn and mature expression.At this moment, I believe that he has really grown up.Seeing me coming, the old "witch" didn't know whether she didn't recognize me or didn't have the strength to "greet" me, and she still cried to herself.And Xiao Yun got up, and gave me a smile with effort: "Sister, you are here."

I didn't refute, just said softly: "Yeah."

"Thank you for giving us money when we needed it most." Xiao Yun's words surprised me, and when I turned around, I saw Zhang Shaoyang's expressionless face.Luo Fei has never looked back at me. She has aged a lot over the years, and after experiencing these setbacks, she even has a few gray hairs that are looming.Maybe it was because of downfall, maybe it was because of sadness, she didn't even dress up.Seeing them like this, I finally let go of all my hatred.This heavy, breathless hatred that has been oppressing me, I can finally let go.

I put the chrysanthemums I brought in front of Xiao Zicheng's spirit, received some of Xiao Zicheng's former friends, and arranged for their burial.No problem.

On the day Xiao Zicheng was buried, I cried.Behind the thick sunglasses, a line of tears flowed down.Except for Zhang Shaoyang who was holding my hand tightly, no one noticed that I was crying.With everything arranged properly, it is time for me to bid farewell to Mocheng.

"Want to go back and see them?"

I was silent for a while without answering.

"It's better to take this opportunity to end all your past, so that you can start living well."

I nodded: "Let's listen to your arrangement." I leaned my head weakly on his shoulder—fortunately, there is still you in this world.

(End of this chapter)