The Return of the Reborn King

Chapter 191: No Word Monument (1)
After all, she understands the other party's bottom line, and CRIS doesn't care anymore. Anyway, the sales rate of her own brand is soaring now. As long as Yunxi doesn't take the burden lightly, she can do whatever she wants.

"I'll take care of this." A famous international brand was forgotten by the two of them like a side dish.It can be seen that sometimes no matter what circle you are in, the lofty goal determines your long-term vision.

A master designer, a celebrity worth tens of billions, no one cares about that contract.

It doesn't matter if it is icing on the cake, and naturally there is no need to spend more time on it.

After signing the Southeast Asian brand agency contract drawn up by the lawyer, the two smiled, drank the last sip of coffee, and parted ways.

Standing at the gate of the airport, Yunxi squinted her eyes. In just twelve hours, she had returned from New York to the land she was familiar with.

The taxi stopped in front of her, and the driver looked at her hesitantly, wondering if she wanted to take a taxi. After waiting for a while, he saw that the other party's eyes were like a serious splash of ink, falling straight into the distance. I don't know why, I didn't want to make a sound, and was about to drive away, but saw that the other party had already opened the car door.

"Where?"

"The nearest flower shop." As if something was pressing between her brows, her brows that were clustered together looked a little tired.

The driver didn't say much and drove directly.

Twenty minutes later, when she came out of the flower shop, holding a gladiolus in her hands, she lowered her head and said softly, "Go to XX's cemetery."

The driver looked at the gladiolus, thoughtfully, but couldn't hide the sigh in his eyes.

It turned out to be visiting relatives who passed away.

It's a pity to have such deep thoughts at such a young age.

Instead of looking backward from time to time with inquiring eyes, the driver drove to the cemetery at the fastest speed.

When we arrived at the cemetery, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening. The driver thought that the staff guarding the cemetery had already left work, but the gate of the cemetery was still open.What surprised him the most was that the street lights were brightly lit all the way, as if it was going to be bright until dawn.

This cemetery can be regarded as a wealthy area. It is said in the newspaper that it is already hard to find a place. Some people joked that the people who can "live" in this cemetery are either high-ranking officials or dignitaries.

Thinking that it was not safe for a little girl to stay in such a gloomy place, the driver who had a wife and a daughter at home felt relieved to take her home, so he lit a cigarette and sat in the car quietly waiting for her to leave. out of the cemetery.

Holding the gladiolus in his hands, Yunxi walked in slowly.She didn't ask the staff, her gaze seemed to penetrate everything, and she looked straight at the highest point.

At the beginning, Zhongheng's lawsuit shocked almost all the famous people in the industry. Her grandfather was notorious before his death, but because of this, someone with a heart revealed that he was buried in the underground.

The deceased is dead, and the rumors of "money laundering" are still pending, but his body has been transported to Haosheng for burial.

The difference between her and grandpa's death was less than 1 minute, so naturally it couldn't be her funeral, let alone the land she paid for.

Who kindly buried her grandfather?And who released the news to let people know about her grandfather's Anxi?She should think carefully about these other things, but after being reborn, she never dared to step into this land. Every time, when the scene of her brain bursting at her feet flashed in the night, she felt that the darkness had hollowed out every part of her body. A light.

Apart from revenge, I dare not and don't want to do anything else in my life.

Perhaps, from the bottom of her heart, she didn't lack courage, but felt that she didn't have the qualifications to stand here!

However, when she was lying in the hospital and her soul fell into silence, almost watching the original soul of "Leng Yunxi" appear, she realized that the deepest part of her heart was almost frantic and wanted to come here.

Gently stroking the cold stone tablet with her fingertips, she slowly lowered her eyes, and put the gladiolus in her arms by her feet: "Grandpa, I haven't seen you for so long, are you angry with me?"

In the dark night, under the icy street lamps, the slender figure is facing the north, bleak and cold: "When you told me to stay away from Xiao Ran back then, I should have woken up."

Her voice was a little hoarse, but she didn't cry at all, but that kind of depressed almost gloomy voice made people feel like Bingfeng was slicing past her ears.

"I often think that if you hadn't entered Xiao's and approached Xiao Ran at that time, you would still be sitting at the desk drinking a pot of tea, chatting with me leisurely, occasionally picking up the old photo album, and talking about the past. Stories from my childhood."

Her voice was very soft, floating in the air, and was immediately covered by the wind, but in the silent cemetery, it seemed a little more empty.

"You were standing so high at that time, the wind would blow your clothes up. I stood downstairs and looked at you, and I didn't even dare to open my eyes. You don't know, what I wanted to stand upstairs at that time was Me, that way I won’t hear so many people ridiculing you for not dying well, and I won’t have to think over and over again that the culprit of all this is me!”

A drop of moisture falls on the ground and disappears in a blink of an eye.

There was still no expression on her face, but her fingers slowly stroked the stone tablet, as if her soul had suddenly disappeared, and her whole body became a sculpture.

"I don't have any parents. I was brought up by you when I was young. I wondered every night at that time, did you hate me so much that you didn't even want to see me for the last time..."

The answer to her was cold.

The wind in the cemetery carried a characteristic dampness and coldness.

The winter nights are even more eerie.

She closed her eyes, and slowly kissed the stone tablet: "Grandpa, I'm back. Don't worry, I will never let anyone who has done anything to you!"

The golden cold light flashed away, and the dark eyes fell directly on the stone tablet under his hand.

After a long time, he sighed.

She finally let go of her hands.

On the ground of the knee table, the cold ground touched the forehead, and something was quietly shattering.

All the emotions in her eyes are like the North Pole in winter, gradually turning into ice...

After standing up again, she walked past the stone tablet.

As soon as he raised his right foot, his whole body was fixed there, almost immediately turning into an ice sculpture.

Turning around stiffly, she looked at the stone tablet next to her grandfather's tombstone, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

The huge bouquet of lavender blooms so delicately and beautifully, so gentle, like a fairy tale.

In my memory, I once pointed at the Provence screensaver on the screen and said to someone with a smile, "Xiao Ran, next year's holiday, let's go to France..."

His fingertips were tightly dug into the flesh, his hands were covered with blood, and he didn't know it, but just looking at the wordless stele, his whole body fell into a state of rigidity...

(End of this chapter)