love out of time

Chapter 1

In March, it is cold in spring.

Black clouds like rotten catkins pressed the horizon, and it rained a few times, and the sky was thin, like the last glance of a dying person's muddy eyes towards the world.

Jiang Ci wore an ankle-length black velvet skirt, bowed to those who came to express his condolences, and listened to the sentence after sentence of "sorrow and change" expressionlessly.

Liang Jingxing stood in the rain holding an umbrella, stared at it for a long time, and finally stepped forward.He lightly held Jiang Ci's pale hand, and was shocked—her fingers were as cold as frozen stone, and she was no longer alive.

Thousands of words were stuck in his throat immediately, his lips were slightly parted, but he said calmly: "...The sorrow will change."

The girl lowered her eyes and bowed lightly, the expression on her face remained unchanged.

Liang Jing walked in and put down a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of Jiang Ci's father's photo.The huge mourning hall was quiet and oppressive, and some people lowered their voices and gathered together for a conversation.Liang Jingxing felt harsh when he heard a few words, so he couldn't help turning his eyes to the door.

Jiang Ci is still standing there, his figure is thin, like a faint ink mark, which will disappear in the gray light at any time.

A week later, it was heard that all the funeral arrangements had been made.Liang Jingxing always thought of Jiang Ci on the day of the memorial service for no reason, so he was worried after all, and went to visit Jiang's residence when he found time.

The villa has been sealed off, leather sofas, rosewood furniture, antique racks full of antiques... all sealed.Jiang Ci found a red plastic stool from nowhere—the kind commonly seen in cheap open-air stalls, and took out a bottle of mineral water from a cardboard box standing under the wall, and handed it to Liang Jingxing, "There is no hot water in the house." Excuse me." Her cheeks were flushed unnaturally, and there was a layer of dead skin on her lips.

Liang Jingxing took the water bottle, put it lightly on the plastic stool, and looked down at her, "Are you sick?"

Jiang Ci shook his head, turned his head and coughed softly, "Mr. Liang, please sit down."

"It's okay." Liang Jingxing looked around, feeling quite cramped, remembering the purpose of this trip, he still said, "Miss Jiang, I was an old friend with your father. If you have any difficulties, I would like to do my best. "As he spoke, he took out a business card from his pocket.

Jiang Ci took a look, thanked him in a low voice, and stuffed it into his coat pocket.

(End of this chapter)