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His blue eyes were dull for a few seconds. His eyes followed the downed weeds on the ground and saw a bloody footprint. Every step he took was extremely heavy, so the footprints left behind were also very deep.

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There was a "bang" in my mind, leaving only a blank space, and I felt the heat wave sweeping in from a distance, as if it was going to swallow my whole body. My soul was trembling, my face was pale, and there was even a hint of disbelief in my eyes.

No, it couldn't be him. When did he leave?

Silan's footsteps began to run subconsciously, stepping on the footprints he left, and ran madly towards the fire.

Xu Ningmo came back to her senses and looked at her embarrassed and anxious back. Her heart tightened. Even if she didn't want to admit it, she had to admit that that man always retained a certain place in her heart.

Lan Yunsheng also realized something, his face suddenly turned pale, and he stood up unsteadily, vulnerable; just one moment his father died in front of his eyes, and the next second his brother would also suffer - misfortune?

No, God will not be so cruel!

Si Lan ran towards the sea of ​​fire, feeling that the temperature was getting higher and higher, his cheeks were burning, and there seemed to be some particles floating in the air, floating and uncontrollably.

The sound of the wind whistling by my ears is the sound of my own breathing...

The memories replayed in my mind scene by scene, not very vivid, but like old movies from the 18th century, with black, white and gray colors, slightly blurred, symbolizing old age and the past. With blood, love and hate flying in the clouds, that

The person's gentle smile, angry anger, sad, desperate eyes, and even the look of someone squatting on the stairs crying at a loss, biting his arm to draw blood...

It becomes more and more profound, and I will never forget it no matter what.

Si Lan finally ran onto the road. The flat road had no obstacles, which made her pace faster. Her long hair was fluttering, and her eyes reflected the blazing fire; she was getting closer...

Five meters...

Three meters...

One meter...

Silan didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. He was close to the wolf's fire and felt the dazzling pain, which made him feel uncomfortable. But he couldn't think of anything and went blank.

Just when she was about to rush into the sea of ​​fire, a strong force suddenly pulled her back; a deep voice revealed tension and concern: "You are crazy, you are in danger!"

Si Lan was stunned, looking at Xu Ningmo with blank eyes, which were so empty and without focus, looking at the burning sea of ​​fire, and then at Xu Ningmo, whose thin lips opened and closed but never said a word.

My eyes were dry, there were no tears, and there were not many heartbroken expressions. I just felt so empty in my heart and my mind was blank.

What were you doing just now?

He actually almost ran into the sea of ​​fire regardless of the danger.

Silan, are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing?

Xu Ningmo's face was cold and solemn, and he looked around. The car exploded and burned, leaving pieces of iron debris scattered around. A heat wave rolled in, and the sky was covered with a layer of gray. It was no longer like that.

The clear blue.

The burning flame makes a sizzling sound, and the dancing flames are like weird elves, but at this moment, what they bring to people is not joy but sadness.

Si Lan turned his head to look at the burned and deformed car fragments. His eyes were raw and painful, and he uttered a sentence with difficulty in a hoarse voice, numb and dull: "Is he really dead?"

A sentence is divided into three pauses, and it is extremely difficult to pronounce each word.

Xu Ningmo pressed the back of her head with his big palm, kneaded her in his arms, put his lips next to her ear and tried his best to comfort her: "It's none of your business. This is not your fault."

"I fired that shot. He didn't want me to feel guilty..." Si Lan was at a loss and couldn't continue. Why did he fire that shot? If it hadn't been for that shot, would he have died?

"You're just too angry. You didn't want anyone to die. It's not your fault! Don't take the responsibility on yourself. He doesn't want you to think like that!" Xu Ningmo's cold voice was full of majesty.

The tone of desire is a command, she is not allowed to have such thoughts!

There was a thorn in the throat, and I couldn't say a word. My mind was in a mess, and it was completely blank. I grabbed Xu Ningmo's shirt tightly with both hands, and didn't let go even when the clothes were wrinkled.

My hatred for Lan Sichen can be said to be deep to the bone, no less than Wen Wanrou's hatred for Lan Yuanmo, but I really never thought about wanting him to die. Especially after knowing his identity, a woman came.

Being turned into a tool of revenge since birth, he is more miserable than himself, isn't he?

Shakespeare said that you should spin even more when you are dizzy. Your own grief can be healed by the grief of others.

It was Lan Sichen who taught her what hate is, but Xu Ningmo and Lan Sichen taught her together what it means to let go!

Let go of the past, right and wrong, no longer be paranoid about feelings, no longer be blinded by hatred and lose your way.

There was neither love nor hatred. She thought that this man would be a stranger to her from now on, and she would never have contact with him until death. However, she did not expect that he would eventually walk in front of her and end her life.

Even though I thought there would be no more disturbances, my heart tightened hard and it hurt a lot.

They are the most familiar strangers, but at this moment they are also people separated by yin and yang.

An unquenchable fire destroyed almost everything, the past, the present, and even the future.

Giving up what you shouldn't give up is a kind of cowardice.

It is a kind of ignorance to insist on something that should not be insisted on.

Giving up what should be given up is a kind of wisdom.

It is a kind of courage to insist on what should be persisted.

But in most cases, persistence often brings harm, but giving up seems so beautiful. When we are young and frivolous, we never know that the most powerful thing in this world has always been "destiny"

There is a word called "the vicissitudes of life." After experiencing the vicissitudes of life, hate or love are meaningless.

Lan Yunsheng stood in the distance, staring at the dilapidated ruins, never daring to take a step further. Thinking of Lan Sichen who had stood in front of him without hesitation before, thinking of the pain in his heart, thinking of the brotherly feelings over the years, the eyes were full of laughter.

Tears could no longer be restrained and burst out, rolling wantonly on the sad face.

But in just a short moment, he lost his father and brother at the same time...two of his closest relatives...and also the person he loved most.

Some people pass by, and even their tracks are incomplete if they miss them; some people pass by with swords and swords, and scars are still left when they miss them; some people hold hands with each other for tomorrow, and only the pain remains in their hearts when they are missed.

There is no greater good than being able to correct something. If you make a mistake, you can look forward to tomorrow, but if time passes, you can't go back to the past. In the vast world, there are no ifs, only buts. If you make a mistake, you are wrong. If you have passed, you can only bury it.

Move forward despite the pain, because new hope is tomorrow. However, there are always so many things and so many people floating in the memory.

Whether things change or people change, whether they go their separate ways, or parting between life and death, chicken chops and wine, the incense of cigarettes soothe away sorrows. Spreading out the passing years, it was the green youth back then, but it is now a bloody memory, just like Kuafu

Chasing the sun, the closer it gets, the more burned it becomes. The distance across it is the tears on the face after midnight dreams, and the speechless choking while writing fast writing. For the sake of forgotten memories, it is for the forgetfulness of memories.

It is prosperous in an instant, as sudden as a smile, as gentle as the wind, and as warm as jade.

In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed by, my hair is like a waterfall, and my love is still as it was back then.

We will never meet again in our lifetime.

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The fire alarm rushed to the scene and cleaned up the scene. The man was deceased, and only a pile of scrap metal and a ring were left.

Silan knew that wedding ring. Their wedding ring back then was simple and elegant, without anything fancy, except for a very fine diamond.

Si Lan's wedding ring was originally given to Xiao Zhe, thinking that it was a way of saying goodbye to Lan Si Chen. Later, when Xiao Zhe died, the crematorium did not allow metal materials to be cremated together, so he returned it.

I just didn't expect that Lan Sichen's wedding ring would also fall into my hands today, which seemed to be a kind of irony; I couldn't get rid of the three words "Lan Sichen" no matter what, and I would let him be entangled with me for the rest of my life.

Till death.

No bones were found in the car. It is said that the explosion was so violent and the fire burned so violently that it was normal for the bones not to be collected. Only the wedding ring was found in the ruins. As for the mobile phone, it had already been lost.

Burning beyond recognition.

Previously, Xu Ningmo replaced Lan Sichen with a dead body and announced Lan Sichen's death; the body was buried in the Lan family cemetery, but now that he is really dead, there are no bones left, as if he can't even occupy a piece of land after his death.

It was as if he had finally thought that he had nowhere to go...

During his lifetime, he had never gained anything, or had gained something and then lost it; but now he truly had nothing and left nothing behind.

Just leave this ring alone.

Lan Yunsheng wants to bury Lan Yuanmo's ashes together with Wen Wanrou.

We cannot sleep together in life, and we cannot share acupuncture points in death.

They misunderstood each other and hated each other during their lives, and they never really slept together in the same bed. After death, letting them sleep in the same cave can be regarded as a little compensation and a little happiness in the end.

Lan Ruixiu disagreed at first, but Lan Yunsheng's attitude was very firm. He had always obeyed Lan Ruixiu's words, and for the first time he was firm in his decision.

Wen Wanrou has loved, hated and suffered all her life, but has never received a trace of love from Lan Yuanmo. Can't this small request be satisfied?

Lan Ruixiu just sneered: "Then what did my mother get?"

"At least, she was deeply loved by Lan Yuanmo." Lan Yunsheng said bitterly.

Although Yao Yu died in childbirth because of Lan Ruixiu, at least she received Lan Yuanmo's complete love while she was alive; but Wen Wanrou only received torture and disgust...

Lan Ruixiu was silent, but Lan Aotian nodded in agreement with Lan Yunsheng's approach and let them sleep in the same acupuncture point.

Love and hate are only for this life, because no matter good or bad, we will never meet again in the next life...

Lan Ruixiu agreed, but Lan Aotian was hit hard again by Lan Sichen's death and fell ill. His health was not good, he was plagued by illness, he was thin and haggard, and his mood was not as good as before.

Lan Yunsheng did nothing more for Lan Sichen, maybe this was the best ending; he asked the police to transfer the ring that the police originally gave him to Silan.

Neither Silan nor Helianze wanted to see him again.

I feel like I am completely finished this time with Hel Helianze.

As for the three lives lost in this accident, Ling Jiuyue and Xu Ningmo teamed up to suppress it. To the outside world, it was only pronounced that Lan Yuanmo died in a gang dispute, but Tang Yuni was even simpler, because she was Xu Ningmo's person, and her original identity was kept secret.
To be continued...