"It was Shen Liangqiu, his suicide note saved you." Su Nanjin said while driving.
Shen Zhiluo pursed his pale lips, and after a moment, asked with difficulty: "What did he say?"
"He said that he had been prepared to repay with his life since Jiang Xia's death, so he left a suicide note in advance. It clearly stated that no matter how he died, it had nothing to do with you, and everything can be forgiven."
"It's just that he didn't expect you to do it yourself. He thought you would find someone to kill him, so you poisoned him. He drank it even though he knew it. He wanted to give everyone an explanation."
"Aunt Jiang has already found someone to bury the two of them together. This is the best destination for them. They should become an enviable couple in their next life."
Just as he finished speaking, the cemetery arrived. Su Nanjin got out of the car first and opened the passenger door: "You should also want to visit them."
Only then did she suddenly look at the familiar place outside the car. She got out of the car like a zombie and walked to the cemetery where Jiang Xia was. There was just another tombstone next to her.
Shen Liangqiu, the grave of Jiang Xia’s husband.
Looking at the smiling faces in the photo of the two of them, Shen Zhiluo suddenly laughed, and tears fell down as she smiled. She knelt on the ground and cried: "Jiang Xia, I'm sorry for you, but... I really don't The way...forgive him, I really can't, I can't forget the way my parents... died tragically!"
"You don't know, every time I want to let go, a bloody car accident scene will appear in my dream!" Shen Zhiluo covered his face with his hands, crying in a low and desperate voice, without any regrets. The longing for life is only silence.
"I will still be... good sisters with you in my next life. You can't... be angry with me, okay? Shen Liangqiu, in your next life you will just be my sister's boyfriend. We have nothing to do with each other anymore!"
This is their best relationship.
Su Nanjin stood beside her so that she could lean on his legs and prevent her from falling down weakly. She looked at the tombstone and said, "If there is an afterlife, we will meet in the next life."
Shen Zhiluo cried until he fainted. Su Nanjin picked him up, bowed to the tombstone, and turned to leave.
Last time there was only one person, this time it became two people, but they should be satisfied with the result and still be together after death.
Su Nanjin was worried that she would fall in love with the scene in the Shen family, so he took her back to his villa. This time, Shen Zhiluo indulged his feelings and got along well with Su Nanjin. The two of them had a rare warm and peaceful time.
"Zhiluo, what do you want to eat? In the living room," Su Nanjin touched her head and asked her with a smile.
Hearing this, Shen Zhiluo tilted his head, thought for a while and said: "Taro ball mochi!"
Su Nanjin, who was embarrassed, smiled helplessly and poked her forehead: "You are the only one who will embarrass me, okay, I understand."
During this time, she would always tell him something he didn't know how to make. In order to learn it, she kept a lot of ingredients in the house to make various kinds of food.
"I'm with you!" Shen Zhiluo quickly got up and volunteered, "I'm here to help you."
But in fact, every time she helped, it was a waste of help. On the contrary, Su Nanjin learned quickly every time. But since she came back, she has become much more lively, so naturally she will not stop her, as long as she is happy.
"Then you can make noodles for me, and I'll take a look at the specific instructions." Su Nanjin stood next to the pot and searched for videos on her phone. She felt relieved thinking that she would still be able to make noodles.
In fact, it is true that Shen Zhiluo can cook, but he has never made pasta before. Based on his memory, he poured some water into the basin, found a big bag of flour, tore it open and poured it into it.
As a result, the hand holding the bag was strong, and half of the flour was poured out. The vision was blocked by a piece of white powder. My nose felt itchy and uncomfortable, and I sneezed and coughed several times.
When Su Nanjin heard the exclamation, he turned his head and saw a piece of white stuff floating in the air. If his lower body wasn't still exposed, he wouldn't have been able to tell that there was someone there. He quickly waved it away with his hands and saw that his face was full of flour. People who stop sneezing are angry and funny.
"What are you doing?" Most of the flour in the air was scattered, and he asked with a smile.
"Make noodles!" Shen Zhiluo, who seemed to have foundation stuck on his face, frowned and glanced at him sheepishly: "I accidentally poured too much noodles."
"Okay, let's wash your face first." Su Nanjin put down the phone, took her hand and went to the bathroom, put some hot water in the sink, put a towel in to warm it up, and then applied it on her face.
He rubbed it gently with his big hands for a while, then took it off, washed it again and rubbed it on her face until it was clean. Then he washed the towel and hung it up.
"After washing, let's go." Shen Zhiluo looked at his fair face in the mirror. Thinking of how he had washed his face just now, he couldn't help but blush slightly. He turned around and was about to leave, but was pulled back.
"You haven't washed your hands yet, let's wash them for little Zhiluo." Su Nanjin pulled her over, held her in his arms, held her hands and washed them carefully. He looked at the person with red cheeks in the mirror and chuckled.
Shen Zhiluo, who was locked in his arms, clearly felt the vibration in his chest and said unnaturally: "Why are you laughing?"
"It's nothing." He just suddenly felt that this was great, but it was a pity that he didn't have much time to continue like this.
Shen Zhiluo wanted to ask more questions, but suddenly there was a needle shaking in front of his eyes, and she fell unsteadily on top of him. Su Nanjin quickly let go of her hand, picked her up and headed to the bedroom.
Fortunately, Shen Zhiluo quickly returned to consciousness, stopped him and said, "Let's go to the kitchen."
"No, you're not in good health, just lie down!" Su Nan refused sternly, her eyes full of worry.
"But I want to look at you." Shen Zhiluo buried her head in his arms, her voice soft and coquettish. She only felt safe now when she looked at him.
Sensing the dependence in her words, Su Nanjin knew that she was very vulnerable now and did not refuse: "Can you stand still?"
"Can."
Su Nanjin slowly put her down, and seeing that she could stand firmly, he quickly went to the living room and moved a chair with a backrest and placed it in the kitchen for her to sit down.
"Just watch me here. I'll finish kneading the noodles later and give you some for you to rub and play with." Su Nanjin explained carefully.
She nodded obediently, her eyes never leaving his side.
Such a warm time did not last for a few days. Shen Zhiluo's condition became more and more serious. Coma and nosebleeds were commonplace from time to time, and his body was often in unbearable pain.
No matter how good her mood was, she was tortured to the point of losing all energy. She lay quietly on the bed and looked out the window. She didn't know how many times she could see the bright sunshine.
She looked at Su Nanjin who was losing weight and becoming haggard and suffering from constant aches and pains. Sometimes she thought, it would be better to just die.
But when she thought of the warmth during this period, she couldn't bear to do it every time.
"It's really worthless..." Shen Zhiluo looked at the sleeping pills in his hand and smiled mockingly. Didn't he want to die more than anyone else? Why couldn't he let it go when the end came?
It was obvious that they were all suffering from mental and physical pain, but no one was willing to give up.
"How many days can I have that I stole from God?"
This chapter has been completed!