Sick, he's the best

Chapter 125 He Came, I Remember

In this life, Jiang Mingrou will never meet another Fu Shennian again.

Never again.

Jiang Mingrou asked Xie Zhishu: "Zhishu, what is liking?"

Jiang Mingrou doesn't understand what liking is and what love is.

No one ever taught her.

When she was still a blank slate in terms of relationship, she was caught off guard by Fu Shennian's paranoid, crazy and doting love.

This is kalpa.

This man Fu Shennian.

Let her panic, let her fear, let her be afraid.

Xie Zhishu quickly returned a message: "I like him, when I see him, I smile; when I see him, I laugh."

When I see you, I smile.

Jiang Mingrou was stunned, and the sporadic smiles in Fu Shennian's eyes were like stars.

Xie Zhishu came to her senses, and she asked in surprise and shock: "Baby Mingrou, do you have someone you like!!"

After sending the message, she immediately called.

"Hello? Hello? Baby, dear, tell me, are you a fairy descending to the world! Are you eating fireworks?"

Xie Zhishu has such a carefree, straightforward and innocent personality, it really doesn't look like he was born into a scholarly family.

Jiang Mingrou squeezed the phone tightly, she lowered her eyes: "I seem to like him a little bit."

Xie Zhishu hurriedly asked, "Honey, who is it?"

"Fu Shennian."

Xie Zhishu fell silent, and the other side was silent for a long time.

Xie Zhishu heard about Fu Shennian.

I heard that people are gone.

It is impossible for Xie Zhishu not to know about the big fuss about the Fu family.

Xie Zhishu lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed: "You are there, I will come to accompany you."

She didn't ask Jiang Mingrou why she liked her rival, but she must be very sad.

"Zhishu, I want to be alone."

Xie Zhishu retreated to the bed again: "Okay, I'll have a conversation with you."

"Ming Rou, you can cry if you want to."

"I won't laugh at you."

Jiang Mingrou looked up at the wedding photo, and murmured, "Zhishu, tell me, why does God arrange for people who can't be together to meet?"

Jiang and Fu's two families have always been rivals. After fighting for so many years, the heads of the two families regard each other's opponents as thorns in their eyes and thorns in their flesh.

Xie Zhishu pursed his lips, hugged his knees and told her: "Not every encounter will have a result, but every encounter will be meaningful. The appearance of some people will teach you to grow."

"Time will forget everything."

Jiang Mingrou pursed her lips: "Does time really forget many people or things?"

Xie Zhishu: "Time is not an antidote, but there is an antidote in time."

"Remember to look forward, don't rot in the past."

2021 9 Month 10 Day.

Fu's funeral was held as scheduled.

Time never lies, and the seasons of the year always come as promised.

The evening wind blowing in autumn will share the regrets of this year equally.

People are really afraid of anything.

Because expectation is the root of all pain.

Fu Shennian's body was gone, and there was still no news.

Jiang Mingrou felt that what time gave her was not the antidote, but the poison.

I used to be afraid of graves because there were ghosts in them.

Ever since he was lying there, Jiang Mingrou realized that the ghosts she was afraid of when she was a child were people that others would never see again day and night.

It was raining heavily, the Fu family was crying, and white chrysanthemums were mixed in the black crowd.

Jiang Mingrou stood under a tree not far away and did not attend his funeral.

The woman was dressed in black and held a black umbrella in her hand. Her eyes were as cold as if they had been soaked in a puddle of cold water, and the corners of her icy lips were drawn into a straight line.

The wind is already the taste of autumn, it is difficult to calm down, and it should be.

In fact, they will all leave, sooner or later.

You want the best, but life always gives you the most pain.

She and him, in this life, probably really have nothing to do with each other.

Jiang Mingrou took a look, then turned and left decisively and coldly.

She still didn't shed a single tear, and her cold eyes seemed like a person without emotion, like a machine without human feelings.

In the cold room without the smell of human smoke, in the dim and dark room, a heart lamp was lit.

People in the world say that on the day of entering the grave, light a heart lamp for your relatives, and those buried in the ground will no longer be lonely in the Paradise of Elysium, and will finally find happiness after leaving suffering.

Jiang Mingrou looked at the lamp, her eyes were as calm as water, and her emotions did not fluctuate at all.

She sat there with her back straight, her eyes fixed on the lamp, watching it being swallowed inch by inch by the fire, and the dim room began to fall into darkness.

She still didn't shed a tear, and she was even terribly calm.

That lamp, like him.

Like the light of redemption, and like falling ashes, with everything, falling into the abyss.

That night, Jiang Mingrou had a dream.

in a dream.

The man's warm lips, along the woman's browbones, cheeks, ears, neck, all the way down, almost worshiped the gods like devout believers in the church, leaving deep, inch by inch, marks on her body. His breath and imprint.

Like kissing a treasure, hold her in the palm of your hand.

He hugged her with a gentle smile and a clear and deep voice that could make people sink.

"Jiang Mingrou, live well."

"Hey, don't be afraid, I will always guard you."

"Mingrou, don't be afraid."

There is always someone who will walk into your dream because you are you.

Jiang Mingrou woke up suddenly, her breathing was a little short, which made her suffocate.

Her forehead was covered with fine sweat, her eyes were a little confused and flustered, her heart was dripping, and her heart was beating irregularly.

She looked around in a trance.

Empty room with nothing.

nobody.

Jiang Mingrou murmured softly, "He was here, I remember."

He has come.

Fu Shennian has passed.

Jiang Mingrou's hands trembled a little. She turned over to get her phone. The screen showed 7:50 in the morning, and her biological clock was out of order.

That string of unfamiliar numbers, the message still stays there.

"It's getting dark, I'll wait for you."

Jiang Mingrou has been staring at this sentence, watching, watching, tears slowly falling down, why is she so sad...

I thought I didn't like it that much, but I clearly felt a dull, strong pain.

Scratching the heart and scratching the lungs, the pain pierced the heart, and the muscles and bones were broken, as if the heart was being gnawed by ants bite by bite.

Some people are already signed up just by meeting them.

It turned out that she didn't come out of the rain, the rain stopped by itself.

Her hard shell was still smashed by him.

Jiang Mingrou was not as strong and cold as she imagined.

She is sad.

very sad.

very sad……

After that, for many days, Jiang Mingrou never dreamed of him again.

It was as if he had been cleared from her memory, and he never came again.

Because of Fu Shennian's incident, Mr. Jiang called Jiang Mingrou over the next day.

Mr. Jiang asked a little disappointed: "Girl, is that kid from the Fu family really gone?"

Jiang Mingrou paused and said a faint "hmm".

Mr. Jiang held her hand and sighed lightly: "That kid's courage, I'm afraid there will be no one in the whole capital who is so devoted to you."

"It's also your fault that you have no fate."

Jiang Mingrou smiled and said, "It's already fate to meet each other once."

Mr. Jiang couldn't help sighing again: "Give those things back tomorrow."

"People are gone, and grandpa is not at ease if he occupies that kid's things."

　Fu Qingming will be online soon
　　
　
(End of this chapter)