Madam's black history was picked up

Anyajie quickly took a taxi to the airport, and made two phone calls in the car.

"Hey, Anya, be better..."

"Coach Lu." Anyajie interrupted Lu Bing.

"I'm going to resign."

"What?" Lu Bing was taken aback.

"Anya, what happened, you..."

"That's it." Anyajie hung up the phone without further words.

"Hi, Teacher Zhao, I'm Anyajie."

"Oh, Anyajie, what's the matter?"

"I won't take the exam next week."

"What?" Teacher Zhao was also taken aback.

"Why? Your grades are so good. There is no problem in graduating smoothly. If you don't take the exam all of a sudden, wouldn't your hard work for this year be in vain? You..."

"Thank you, teacher." Teacher Zhao was still trying to persuade Anyajie, but Anyajie had already hung up the phone and turned off the phone.

Sitting in the waiting room, An Yajie suddenly thought of Yang Yun who committed suicide in prison. Yang Yun's death became an eternal pain in her heart, and it was also a regret that she could not get rid of.

She will never let the regret repeat itself to her again, she must go back and find out what happened.

From the moment she ran out of the house, the flustered feeling disappeared, and there was only one voice in her head.

"Go back and find the answer you want."

The plane took off, Anyajie looked at the white clouds outside the window with clear eyes.

It was already three o'clock in the morning when Anyajie arrived in City X, and there were almost no taxis available at this moment, and many passengers had rested in the nearby hotels.

Anyajie didn't intend to take a rest, she looked left and right, and there were no vehicles outside the spacious airport. As soon as Anyajie gritted her teeth, she pulled her legs and started to run wildly on the road.

The church on TV is the largest church in City X. It is about ten kilometers away. If you take a car, you can get there in 10 minutes. If you run, you should be able to get there in two hours.

City X at midnight is still brightly lit, but there are very few vehicles on the road, and there are no pedestrians. Occasionally passing vehicles see a figure flashing by the side of the road, and can't help but break out in a cold sweat.

It was already five o'clock in the morning when Anyajie ran to the church out of breath.

The morning of summer dawned very quickly, and the east was slightly pale.

The outer door of the church was locked, but it was not difficult for An Yajie. She jumped up and grabbed the fence, turned over and jumped onto the grass in the church.

The church is surrounded by white chrysanthemums, combined with this quiet early morning, it looks extraordinarily eerie.

Anyajie didn't care, she looked around, pushed open the door of the church and walked in.

Because Zhang Huixin made a big noise in the church, the funeral was not held as he wished. In order to take care of Zhang Huixin's feelings, Si Tianchen had to postpone Si Tianmu's funeral indefinitely.

When Anyajie entered, she saw a crystal coffin in the center of the church surrounded by colorful flowers. Suddenly, Anyajie was afraid to go forward.

She was afraid that Si Tianmu would sleep in it, if that was the case, what would she do, would she choose to lie in it with him.

Anyajie approached the crystal coffin step by step, her heart was beating loudly, she saw that there was no one inside by the faint light outside, but a neatly folded black suit.

Anyajie breathed a sigh of relief, she stretched out her hand to gently touch the crystal coffin, caressing it carefully, as if touching a rare treasure.

Anyajie slowly slid to the ground, leaning her head on the crystal coffin, recalling the past between her and Si Tianmu. They knew each other, met each other, fell in love, and separated.

Anyajie raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and fell asleep leaning against the crystal coffin.

If the priest came in at this time and saw a beautiful woman sleeping on the crystal coffin with a smile on her lips, I wonder if he would be scared to pee.

The sky outside was getting brighter and brighter. At this time, it seemed that someone had come in. An Yajie got up alertly and hid aside.

It was two staff members who came in to pack things up.

"Hey! The president of this company is so pitiful, he just disappeared at such a young age."

"No, haven't you heard that everyone was blown to pieces, and a piece of good meat was not picked up."

Anyajie in the corner tightened her heart and clenched her fists tightly.

"It's better for us ordinary people. Although the money is a little less, the family can enjoy themselves happily without their troubles."

"Yeah, yesterday I saw Mrs. Nasi crying really badly. I heard that after waking up from the hospital, she became a fool. If she couldn't move without eating or drinking, she relied on infusion of nutrient solution to continue her life."

"Oh! What a pity."

While talking, the two put pots of chrysanthemums on the cart.

Anyajie tightly covered her mouth, but tears gushed out endlessly.

"Si Tianmu, you are not living for yourself alone. If you are really gone, the people who love you will go with you."

Anyajie walked out of the church slowly and walked to the busy street. The news about Si Tianmu's death was being broadcast on the big screen in the central square.

Anyajie stopped at the spot and looked up at the photo of Si Tianmu on the big screen. He was so handsome and charming, with extraordinary bearing.

Anyajie still didn't believe that this god-like man would die like this, she had an obsession in her heart that surprised even herself.

That persistent belief kept telling her: "Si Tianmu is not dead, Si Tianmu is not dead..."

Anyajie came back with this inexplicable persistence, she only had one belief: "Find Si Tianmu."

Although she didn't know where to look for it, she just had this belief that the meaning of her life now was to find Si Tianmu.

Anyajie spent a day visiting Si Tianmu's three children.

Through the door of Xiao Mo's office, Anyajie saw Xiao Mo sitting blankly at the desk with a pen in his hand, but the case in front of him was as clean as new. He had been doing this for more than ten minutes. But still didn't write half a symbol on it.

The sudden departure of his good brother made Xiao Mo, who had always been calm, at a loss as to what to do. Even though he himself was a famous psychiatrist, he couldn't force himself out of this grief.

Qian Bao was in a boxing gym, wearing gloves and hitting the sandbag fiercely, as if as long as he could break the sandbag, his good brother would come back.

Until he exhausted all the strength in his body, the sandbag was still not broken, but he seemed to be shaking from side to side because he couldn't bear the endless pain.

Qian Bao hugged the sandbag and slowly knelt down on the ground, and then burst into tears, while the imposing seven-foot man was crying like a child.

People around looked at this man who came here every day to vent and cry bitterly, and they shook their heads helplessly and sighed.

Yang Dazhuang was so drunk in the bar, he was lying on the sofa throwing up, and Aya was beside him patting him on the back and bringing water to rinse his mouth.

Yang Dazhuang sat on the sofa, hugged Aya and cried loudly: "Tianmu, woo woo woo..."

Aya caressed the top of Yang Dazhuang's head, and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Si Tianmu's departure ruthlessly tore the hearts of each of them.

This brotherhood made us go through ups and downs together. We cried, laughed, tired, and hurt together. When everything was flat, you disappeared out of thin air before I could hold on to this friendship.

You left suddenly without leaving a single word, what kind of joke did God play with you?Or do you want too much to find the world without worries?
But you don't know that the dead are gone, but the living are in more pain, and we will all carry this grief for the rest of our lives.

As night fell and the lights came on, this bustling night market didn't feel sad for a second because of anyone's departure. It was still as noisy and bustling as ever.

Anyajie came to the door of Song Ci's villa. The light in Song Ci's room was still on. There was a figure reflected on the curtain, but he was motionless, not knowing what he was doing.

Anyajie climbed onto a tree, jumped onto the top of the villa's wall, quickly crossed over the top of the wall, and climbed up to the window of Song Ci by climbing the water pipe.

Song Ci was lying motionless on the table. After hearing the noise from the window, she was not afraid, but turned around with joy.

"Qian Bao! You..."

Song Ci opened his mouth wide in surprise when he saw Anyajie behind him.

Anyajie looked at Song Ci who was in a daze, jumped out of the window and nodded her forehead: "You are stupid."

She glanced around Song Ci's room: "Your reaction just now was a bit strange. I'm not surprised that someone jumped in from your window at all."

Anyajie circled around Song Ci: "You just turned around and called Qian Bao, hey..."

"No wonder you didn't answer my call. It turns out that you have been instigated a long time ago." Anyajie shook her head and sighed.

Song Ci recovered from the shock, and awkwardly pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose: "An Ya, I'm sorry, it's Qian Bao who won't let me..."

"Okay, okay, I didn't blame you." Anyajie patted Song Ci's head reassuringly.

"Qian Bao is Si Tianmu's brother who can change lives. It's only natural that he doesn't want to see me now. I can understand."

"You know everything?" Song Ci was very surprised.

"I only found out yesterday, so I rushed back overnight."

Seeing that Anyajie was still wearing home clothes, Song Ci nodded in understanding.

Anyajie held Song Ci's arms and looked at her seriously: "Song Ci, you are the kindest one among us, don't be influenced by Qian Bao's emotions."

"I came to you tonight just to find out what happened? You are with Qian Bao now, so you must know the whole story. Please tell me the whole story, word by word, okay?"

Song Ci bowed his head, feeling very depressed: "People are gone, so what if you know the whole story."

Song Ci was affected by Qian Bao's emotions, and he complained a little about Anyajie in his heart.

Through the contact with Si Tianmu during this period, she felt that Si Tianmu was pretty good, he was righteous and humorous, and he had nothing to say to her brother.

But such a person can't get the person he likes, and now he died at a young age, and An Yajie ran back to him when he was gone.

Song Ci was somewhat worthless for Si Tianmu, and at this moment she could better understand Qian Bao's anger towards Anyajie.

Anyajie knew what Song Ci was thinking, and she didn't want to talk too much with Song Ci, as long as she knew some feelings herself.

"Song Ci, to be honest, I don't believe that Si Tianmu died so vaguely. Don't ask me why, I don't know why I am so persistent in thinking that he is not dead."

"I just think that a man like him will not die so easily. I just want to know what happened, so please tell me, okay?"

Anyajie supported Song Ci's shoulders, and there was a look of pleading in her eyes.

Song Ci's nose was sore, she sniffed, and her voice was a little choked up: "How could he not die? Qian Bao said that he jumped into the sea with Yuan Shao, who was strapped with explosives, and there was a bang..."

Song Ci covered his mouth, choked up and couldn't continue.

"Yuan Shao?" Anyajie was even more surprised.

The news did not mention these things, only that Si Tianmu and the others were attacked by criminals on the boat, and Si Tianmu died together with the criminals in order to save the people on board.