Time will testify for me whether I love you or not. - A few dozen meters away, a black figure stood quietly at the other end, separated by graves and tombstones.
Her hands were clenched into fists, and her feet had been touching the ground for an hour, but she never bothered her.
The woman over there was crying so sadly, as if she wanted to cry all her life's tears. He thought, she should hate him. Thinking of this, his heart was stabbed severely again, and her decisive words last night once again appeared in his mind.
in front of him.
His black eyes were filled with pain, and he stared in her direction, and the color in his eyes gradually dimmed.
The sun rises in the east, and the sun is warm all over the place. From noon to afternoon, the choking sounds from that place never stop. Yesterday I pretended to be strong, but today I am unbearably fragile.
Only then did he realize that he had never understood her well. She had never understood him during the marriage that was ended, and so was he.
Su Yongkang was still looking at the tombstone in a daze, unaware that it was his deceased daughter, but there were tears sliding down uncontrollably from his eyes, which were turbid and round.
Who says being stupid is not a blessing? If it were not a blessing, it would just be a tragedy of a white-haired man giving a black-haired man a gift.
There were footsteps approaching, slow and heavy. The sound was light, but in this quiet land, it seemed to have wings, flying to the ears of everyone on the cemetery.
In the afternoon, the sun deviated from its orbit.
A long black shadow is projected on the ground, abrupt and long.
Jin Zun suddenly raised his head, a bit of anger already gathering in his eyes.
Su Mozheng stopped crying and turned around to look. Her eyes had turned from hazy to angry in just a moment.
She had already taken a step forward and shouted like a little leopard, "Chen Jinglin, what are you doing here!?" She took a step forward and quietly blocked his path.
The slow and heavy footsteps paused. The man in front of him was wearing a black suit, with white flowers on his chest.
Seeing this scene, the already sad handsome face changed several times again. His lips closed lightly, with a bit of hesitation, "Sister Mo Zheng..." His voice was a bit hoarse, as if he had cried too much.
Su Mozheng snorted coldly, "Why, you still think it's not bad enough to hurt my sister! Even if she dies, you won't let her go, right!?"
"Chen Jinglin, do you have any conscience? Are you still a human being?"
"Sister Mo Zheng, I..." Chen Jinglin raised his hand slightly and hesitated to explain. A handful of yellow dancing orchids fell out of his arms and fell to the ground, raising a slight dust.
When he saw it, he immediately bent down to pick up the dancing orchids in a panic until the bouquet fell into his arms again. After he checked that there was no damage, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the buds of the dancing orchids with his black sleeves until the bouquet fell into his arms again.
The dust was wiped away.
"This is Mo Qin's...favorite flower when she was alive." He seemed to muster up some courage to finish the sentence.
"So what?" Su Mozheng's eyes moved, but she remained unmoved, "Chen Jinglin, my sister is dead, she is dead, you will remember it in your life, my sister, she died for you
Damn it!" She almost broke her silver teeth and suppressed all the anger in her body, so she didn't slap her face on the other side.
"I know..." He lowered his head dejectedly, caressing the flower bones of the dancing orchid in his arms, as if caressing his beloved girl.
That day, she asked him, will you regret it? He said two words decisively, no. A few days before his wedding, she asked him again, will you regret it? He interrupted her cruelly again
Thoughts.
He could not forget that day when she yelled at him with blood-red eyes: Chen Jinglin, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life.
He thought that it was not true, that it might just be a lie. But he didn't know that he rejected her ruthlessly, even at the risk of irritating her, but in exchange for her determination, he gained her
News of death.
There had never been a moment when he hated himself so much.
"Since you know, why do you come here again!" Su Mozheng turned her head away from him, "Chen Jinglin, what I regret most is that when you and Moqin were together, I didn't break up the two of you!" Her fingertips were scratched.
Qi Qiu faced him coldly, "If Mo Qin had hated me back then, I would never have let her be with you!"
"Chen Jinglin, you have my sister's love, you don't deserve it!" Su Mozheng got so excited that her body was shaking violently.
"Sister Mo Zheng, I'm sorry." The latter quietly closed his eyes, bent down on one knee, and made a clear sound of bones knocking on the ground.
She lowered her eyes and saw that the latter was kneeling straight on the ground. "Sister Mozheng, just hit me. I won't fight back..." His Adam's apple rolled a few times and he continued with difficulty: "
Sister Mo Zheng, please hit me."
The sky is bright and far away, the clouds are floating, and the weather is fine. How can it hurt to say goodbye?
At the tombstone, a man knelt on his knees in front of the woman, his head lowered in repentance, holding in his arms his lover's favorite Phalaenopsis.
The yellow Phalaenopsis is delicate and bright, with its stamens poking out of the flower core and the yellow petals as a foil, it looks like a yellow butterfly about to take off. It is so beautiful.
"Hit you!?" Su Mozheng chuckled, looking away at the font on the tombstone, "You should kneel to Moqin this time. This is what you owe her, not me."
"Hit you? If I hit you, I still think my hands are dirty. I don't care like a beast!"
The words are as iron as every sentence, every sentence is cold and every sentence is sarcastic.
Chen Jinglin did not argue or talk back. He just closed his lips and said, "Thank you, Sister Mo Zheng." He stood up with a calm face, but his soul had long been taken away from his calm eyes.
When his footsteps landed in front of Su Moqin's tombstone, his knees bent straight down.
There were no unnecessary words, no sad words, he just placed the Phalaenopsis in his arms in front of her tombstone and stared deeply at the tombstone. Buried inside were the ashes of his favorite woman.
Favorite, he had no time to tell her this sentence.
"Moqin, your favorite Phalaenopsis, do you think it's beautiful?" He asked softly, the distance between his breaths was very far, so far that it seemed like there was no limit to the distance between them.
Childhood sweethearts for more than ten years, childhood sweethearts for more than ten years, from elementary school to junior high school, to high school, to studying abroad, to graduation. From now on, one of them will be buried deep in the earth and go to heaven. He will never be able to keep up.
, can’t follow...
No one answered him, only the sound of wind in the sky answered him, only the chirping of birds answered him, and Sumo Qin could no longer answer him.
"Okay, you've seen Mo Qin, you can go." Su Mo Zheng hated his hypocritical attitude. If he had known this, why bother? There is no regret medicine in the world!