love alliance

In the rain, a thin woman appeared in the middle of the cemetery, holding a black umbrella, passing through rows of solemn tombstones.

[My name is Xie Ran, I graduated from the National University of Political Science and Law, and I am currently working in a private law firm. 】

Long eyelashes hung behind the black-rimmed glasses. The woman hugged her breasts and walked up the steps to a place she was familiar with.

[Two years ago, I received a case recommended by a friend about a car accident that happened after a long time. 】

She clamped the diaper to the crook of her arm, stretched out her hand to gather her shoulder-length hair behind her ears, and the breeze caressed her bangs on her forehead.

[Although the victim was unaware of the incident, the trial of the case went smoothly unexpectedly.The defendant knew that the time limit for litigation had expired, but he still confessed everything.In the first-instance judgment of the country, he was sentenced to death with a two-year reprieve. 】

She stopped on the stone steps and saw a tall woman leaving from a tombstone from a distance.The woman walked towards her with red eyes, and exchanged a glance with her, without stopping, the two passed each other.

[And just a few days ago, the probation period expired, the defendant did not fight for a fixed-term imprisonment, but accepted the death calmly, after the execution by shooting, the whole matter came to an end. 】

She stopped in front of the tombstone where the tall slender woman was just now, and put the dick down.

【Come here to tell you. 】

Xie Ran took out the copies of the verdict and execution documents, lit them and placed them in front of the tombstone, waiting for the paper to be charred and turned into fine powder, which then drifted into the air with the wind.

【You can finally rest in peace, Mr. Sun Haichao. 】

Xie Ran didn't stay for too long, after the paper burned out, she turned and left.

"Siyuan," Li Qiongyu was walking up the steps, seeing that Shang Siyuan's eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just cried, "Would you like to see Haichao?"

Shang Siyuan nodded, and rubbed her eyes sadly: "Yes, master. He has done so much for me, but I can't repay half a cent. Thinking about it this way, I feel very guilty."

"There's nothing to feel guilty about," Li Qiongyu comforted. "Everything he's willing to do for you has paid off. To him, he must be satisfied. You just have to live with his hopes." Going down is the best reward for him."

Li Yunwei hurried over behind him, catching up with Li Qiongyu, and the two passed Uncle Rong's tombstone in silence. In front of the tombstone, leaning against the cockroach tied with a blue ribbon, the breeze blew, and it was very beautiful.

Li Yunwei stopped in front of Through's grave, with grief on his face.You finally returned to my side, but in such a way, it was unbearable.

Li Qiongyu continued to walk up, and saw May bent down and placed the same ribbon on the tombstones of Song Yiwen and Yu Xiaochuan.

Li Qiongyu quietly stood beside May, staring at the surface of the stele engraved with two names.

"I often think," May murmured, "when the bodies of the two of them were found, their hands were held together. Is it okay to bury them together and fulfill their wish?"

Li Qiongyu patted May's shoulder, hoping to soothe her sad heart.

May rubbed her wet eyes, took out a postcard from her trouser pocket, and was about to light it with a lighter. Li Qiongyu caught a glimpse of the words on it, and quickly snatched it away.

"Wait...why do you have this?" Li Qiongyu was puzzled.Attached to the postcard are photos of the smiling faces of Molisa Fu Yi and Li Yue, and the signature reads Miffy Band.

"What's the matter, Uncle Qiongyu?" May was at a loss. "These kids used to be resident singers in FL, and later developed in Shenzhen and made their debut smoothly. Now in France, their careers are flourishing. Send him a postcard. These kids don’t know that Xiaozhuan has passed away. Uncle Qiongyu, please return it to me, and I will burn it for Xiaochuan.”

"No, no, don't, don't, it's a pity to burn it, give it to me. This is Miffy's autographed postcard, it's a limited edition." Li Qiongyu held on tightly and refused to let go.

"When did you become obsessed with them, Uncle Qiongyu? Give it back to me!" May snatched it.

"What are you doing in the cemetery? You are yelling." When Li Yunwei came up, he saw a noisy scene, and his face was instantly covered with black lines.

In the end, May succeeded in burning the postcard to ashes, and Li Qiongyu was disgusted by his son with a face full of tears.

Miffy Band.As they descended, May thought.The full name is MissingFish, also known as the Siyu Band.This name, probably only people from Zhiying will understand, they are paying tribute to FishingLong and Yu Xiaochuan. May closed her eyes and smiled knowingly.

Zhiying has basically recovered after two years of rest.After Uncle Qiongyu cleansed the organization, he completely broke away from the underworld.And the auxiliary branch that used to be engaged in Xingang smuggling trade also started to enter the entertainment industry through the efforts of Director Yang, and everything is developing towards a better future.Brother Fuyao's spirit in heaven can finally feel at ease.

"Unexpectedly," May said, "the well-meaning person who has been anonymously supporting the family of Brother Fu turned out to be Lei Ting. Before he was arrested and executed because of a hit-and-run, he declared that he would donate all his savings to his sister-in-law. Gritting my teeth with hatred, but in this matter, it is indeed quite admirable."

Li Yunwei nodded in agreement.Hearing the phone rang suddenly, he listened carefully to the other person's words after he connected, then turned to May and said, "Wang Wei and the others plan to shoot a graduation film to commemorate the life of the student union. Send it to our email address."

May waved his hand: "Don't bother, it's rare to be free recently, so I might as well go back to University C to stay for a while before receiving my graduation certificate, so I can remember my youth."

She stopped, looked back at the tombstone standing quietly on the mountain for the last time, turned around and continued walking down.

"Professor." A tall, slender girl leaned forward in front of the door and called out, her short ear-length hair was docilely pressed against her thin cheeks.

"Come in." A deep voice said, looking old and aged.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the heavy curtains were drawn. The girl squinted her eyes, making it difficult to identify the source of the sound.

The desk lamp in front of the writing desk was turned on, and the figure in the room was wearing a white coat and sitting in an armchair, with his back to the door.

"How's the situation?"

The girl replied: "At present, no one threatens this area anymore. The professor's situation is very safe."

"En." With a calm voice, the person called the professor turned around, with an iron mask on his face, which was cool under the dim light.

"I have a task for you, Dian Dian," said the professor, playing with something between his fingers.The object has a strange shape and hollow design, and it seems to be a heavy metal craft.

(end of part two)