Fast Time Travel: The Villain's First Love

Chapter 35

cemetery
Holding a bouquet of carefully trimmed flowers, Mu Zhisheng walked along the road paved with bluestone slabs, passed through thick and thick gray steles, and walked to the place where Mu Zhili's name was engraved.

Looking from a distance, there is already a person whispering there, and the long figure drawn by the setting sun reveals loneliness and desolation.

"What a coincidence." Mu Zhisheng stepped forward to put down the bouquet in his arms, and the wrapping paper made a rustling sound.

He passed his finger over the cheek of the smiling young girl in the photo, and talked to the person sitting on the ground: "When did you come back?"

"Yesterday." The man sitting on the ground replied.

Mu Zhisheng sighed, talking about some fragmentary things. After a long time, he didn't know who to talk to other than him, "My sister loved Meng Shuyan so much at the beginning, I thought she would hold on to him forever. put."

"Let's talk about her. Although she is stupid and cute after amnesia, it is fair to everyone. It's just that I didn't expect that in the end, only you are left in her memory, but we close relatives didn't leave any impression."

"Maybe..." Although he didn't want to admit it, he finished the rest, "Compared to Meng Shuyan, she really loves you."

Hearing this, Meng Yunqiong's fingers stroking the tombstone froze for a moment, his eyes were at a loss, and he said to the heartless person smiling in the photo, "Love me? Who knows..."

Meng Yunqiong also brought a bouquet of flowers when he came. He sorted out the bouquet he brought, and put the one Mu Zhisheng brought beside him. His own bouquet was placed in the center of the tombstone, and a gust of wind blew through it and mixed it with the bouquet. The lottery paper was blown up by the wind and landed in front of Mu Zhisheng.

Mu Zhisheng bent down and hooked his fingers to pick it up, looked at the smooth and smooth font on it and read, "Lilac branches, cardamom tips."

It was very familiar handwriting, and he couldn't think of where he had seen it for a while.Before he could figure out where he had seen this handwriting, someone snatched the thing from his hand.

"Second Young Master Meng still understands this." Acacia is only on the branches of cloves and cardamom, he teased.

Meng Yunqiong will ignite without saying a word.

With Mu Zhisheng's familiar movements, the corners of his mouth hooked up, "I see you've written a lot, haven't you?"

As he said that, he suddenly clapped his hands and suddenly realized: "So you are the shameless one!"

Shameless?

Meng Yunqiong gave Mu Zhisheng a cold look, and the latter laughed recklessly, "There was a time when someone sent flowers to my sister without even signing it. It's silly enough."

"You don't know where all the flowers you sent have gone?" He tutted his head and shook his head, "I want to throw away my sister, she thinks it's a pity, so I hand over all the flowers to Zhang Ma, who used to draw a flower every day. Take time to take the flowers to a small flower shop and resell them, and I heard that they have made a lot of money."

Meng Yunqiong, who had never asked these questions before, was struck by lightning in a panic.

So at the beginning, he expended a lot of energy and specially asked people to airlift the flowers that were still in bud from abroad, but none of them had ever bloomed in her heart.

He resisted the urge to push him to the ground and uttered a word mercilessly, "Get lost!"

"Are you angry?" Meng Yunqiong took out a cigarette, and since his sister left, his addiction to smoking has become more and more serious, "You gave those gifts too, right? I didn't blame you, you deserved it, you're so stupid, If you don’t leave your name on the gift, who are you cheaper? My sister is really stupid to have a crush on you."

"If I write the name, your sister won't be able to see it at a glance." Meng Yunqiong got up and took out the cigarette he had held in the corner of his mouth before he had time to light it. "Your sister hates the smell."

Mu Zhisheng shrugged, and said with a broken smile, "That's right, if I had known that you were the one who delivered the things, hehe..."

"What's wrong with me?"

"What do you think?" As he spoke, his spittle spurted out excitedly, "If I had known that it was from you, I would have just thrown it in the trash can."

"Oh." That said he was stupid.

Mu Zhisheng sat down on the ground and looked up at the blue sky, "By the way, when my sister went there, you didn't eat or drink for a few days, and the people you made were neither human nor ghost. I thought you I will go with my sister. I heard from Lin Zhen that you have been seeing a psychiatrist abroad? Why, it’s been so long and you haven’t adjusted, what did the doctor say?”

"How can I say it? It's not a set of official terms. It's useless..." Meng Yunqiong sat down again, playing with the lighter in her hand, and said to herself, "I've been dreaming about your sister lately..."

"Damn it! It's not fair, why doesn't she come to my dreams even once!" Mu Zhisheng yelled dissatisfied, "I'll turn my elbows out all day long, wouldn't it be good to hide a juicy Chinese cabbage at home? I have to jump around and grow in a conspicuous place, waiting to be hugged by your pig."

He turned his head and pointed at Mu Zhili's photo, and threatened viciously, "Come to my dream tonight, or..."

It was really a headache for the noisy person, he pressed the tip of his tongue against the back of his teeth, and then said: "She doesn't even remember who you are, how did you get out of your dream."

A heart attack.

Meng Yunqiong ignored his murderous eyes and continued, "I dreamed that she asked me, since life is so tiring, why didn't I go to her?"

Mu Zhisheng fell silent all of a sudden, he lost the intention of joking, he looked at the other side's face, and said seriously: "Before she passed away, she told you to live well. You have survived that period of time, and now there is still What can't be done!"

Live well, he is alive now, but it's not good, he lives very tired every day.

Mu Zhisheng still has relatives, but he has nothing.

When thinking about that person, he didn't even have anyone to talk to.

The atmosphere was a little dignified, and then dissipated with a chuckle from Meng Yunqiong, "I said it was just a dream, why are you so nervous."

He stared blankly into the distance, and there were several people who came to the cemetery one after another, some with compassionate expressions, and some with expressionless faces.

Meng Yunqiong sighed, "You said that one day, I was tired and didn't want to think about her anymore, and then married someone else, what should I do if I have children?"

"My sister is not mean, she will bless you."

"Would it be?" Would she care if he remembered him or who he married, "But, I don't want her blessing."

All he wanted was her...

Want nothing but her.

After Mu Zhisheng left, the emotions he had suppressed for a long time finally broke out. He leaned against the tombstone, his empty eyes were not at all bright, and he murmured against the tombstone with his forehead, "I dream about you every day, what good do you see? Watching you cry and cry all the time, but I can't do anything but wake up from the dream."

"Everyone says you love me, and there are so many people who say that I almost believe it. Heh, I understand. How do you know what love is?"

"I think, as long as I forget you, it won't be painful, but after seeing so many psychiatrists, they are all helpless."

"This time, it was the last chance I gave myself, but the hypnosis failed again."

"Zhili, I don't want to suffer anymore..."

(End of this chapter)