When the magic flower blooms

Is Jiang Yueming really in his heart?

Even after experiencing everything before, everything in front of him is still shocking enough.

How could it be possible for a person who died more than 20 years ago to reappear with a brand new identity, with almost no change in appearance?

No, absolutely impossible.Ming Ruoxing had secretly done a thorough investigation—Yu Benxin had a normal childhood, so he could never be Jiang Yueming in the phantom before him.

But now is not the time to dwell on these.

Naga opened his eyes wide.He saw Yu Benxin, no, it should be Jiang Yueming's body stuck in the narrow driver's seat and unable to move.

The deformed steering wheel almost crushed his chest, and the seat was stained with blood dripping all over it.

In addition, there was another obvious wound on Jiang Yueming's back shoulder blade.Blood stained his white shirt red in a large round area.

"...It's a gunshot wound." Ming Ruoxing whispered his deduction.

The scars all over his body obviously made Jiang Yueming extremely painful.He kept groaning, and it took him a few minutes to barely unbuckle his seat belt, but instead of rushing to save himself, he turned around and looked towards the rear seat.

Following his gaze, there was a familiar translucent container fixed in the center of the back seat.

With the dim light, the inside of the container can be seen, and an egg is perfectly placed in the shock-absorbing device.

This is a constant temperature incubator.

Enduring the great pain, Jiang Yueming stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to bring the constant temperature incubator to his side.

But as long as he moved a little, the stuck chest felt a piercing pain, and the blood kept gurgling out.

But that was not the only bad luck.

"gasoline……"

Ming Ruoxing took a breath.

He saw a puddle of oil on the ground behind the car.And these terrible liquids are still flowing slowly towards the front of the car along the terrain.

Although the tragic outcome was known, it was still suffocating to witness it happen.

Ming Ruoxing didn't dare to look at Naga's reaction, but hugged his body tightly and supported him silently.

In the carriage, Jiang Yueming obviously also smelled the smell of gasoline leakage.His expression became more and more anxious, and he grabbed the thermostat box in the back row harder and harder each time.

Finally, amidst the scalp-numbing sound of dislocation of bones, he screamed mournfully, and abruptly tore his seriously injured body out from under the deformed steering wheel.

Then, he gritted his teeth, unfastened the seat belt that fixed the incubator, and lifted the box to his side.

This series of difficult movements almost exhausted all Jiang Yueming's strength.He was gasping for breath, the sweat and blood on his face were mixed together, only a pair of eyes were surprisingly bright.

But that was not the light of hope, but the moment of desperation, the kind of madness that decided to give it a go.

The footsteps of the god of death were approaching. He checked the condition of the incubator for the last time, and stroked every surface of the incubator gently with his hands.Then leaned over and kissed the eggs in the incubator through the shell.

Ming Ruoxing's heart suddenly stabbed fiercely.

Because he saw that when Jiang Yueming looked up again, tears were streaming down his face.

The gasoline at the bottom of the car has been winding all the way to the front of the car, and the electric sparks caused by the short circuit of the engine are bursting out, like the edge of a death scythe.

Accompanied by severe physical and mental pain, Jiang Yueming threw the incubator out of the car window with the last bit of strength.

The semi-elliptical box rolled over the hillside, and finally sank into the lush and soft grass at the bottom of the slope.

It was as if the last and most important task in life had been accomplished.The exhausted Jiang Yueming leaned on the car window, staring at the direction of the hillside with tears in his eyes.

A few seconds later, the gasoline meets the spark, and the flame jumps along the oil path to the fuel tank in an instant.

After a deafening roar, the carriage turned into a golden lotus, swallowing the last figure of Jiang Yueming.

Almost at the same time, Ming Ruoxing hugged Naga forcefully.

The heavy rain was still pouring, and the golden-red illusion of the fire scene faded away little by little in the heavy rain.

The fish scales on Naga's neck also gradually ceased to shine and fell down naturally.

For a long time, the two of them were silent at the same time, letting the rain wash away the desolate atmosphere in the air.

Then, Ming Ruoxing felt Naga's hand gently pat on his back.

"Okay, I'm fine. You go back to the car and don't catch a cold."

"I am fine."

Ming Ruoxing shook his head and was about to say something.Suddenly, his sharp eyes caught a little disturbance not far away.

"... someone!"

Following his line of sight, Naga soon found out—just in the depths of the purple jasmine, standing in the grove was a figure familiar to both of them.

It was the masked man on the ghost ship.

The rain was pouring down, but the masked man didn't carry the rain gear, and just let the rain wet him from head to toe, like a wisp of dejected ghost.

Of course, he also noticed Naga's gaze, but he didn't avoid it, and just stood there and stared at Naga from a distance.

"...you look sad."

Naga took the initiative to ask him: "What's the relationship between you and Jiang Yueming?"

The masked man didn't answer, and remained motionless.

Naga asked again: "You saved me on the ghost ship, what is your relationship with me?"

The masked man still didn't answer, and was as quiet as a tombstone.

Naga continued to ask: "Jiang Yueming exchanged his life for mine. Who is he to me? What is his relationship with Yu Benxin?"

The masked man still answered in silence.

After asking three questions without answering, Naga's face gradually became gloomy.

Sensing that the atmosphere was different, Ming Ruoxing couldn't hold back anymore.

"If it's not convenient for you to tell us, then we can also ask Yu Benxin."

As he expected, the three words "Yu Benxin" finally made the masked man respond.

The man suddenly took seven or eight steps forward.

Sensing the approaching hostility, Naga immediately stood in front of Ming Ruoxing and stood up to meet the gaze of the masked man.

The masked man stopped and looked at him: "The past has nothing to do with you, why do you have to know?"

"It has nothing to do with me?" Naga asked back, "Jiang Yueming took me all the way from Liuzhu Island to escape here. He exchanged his life for mine. Shouldn't I know the cause and effect?!"

The masked man's voice was still cold.

"So what if you know. Your life is not meaningless because of the lack of this past. Why bother yourself about an unpleasant past."

"It's my business to be annoyed or not. How can you make a decision instead of me? You can try your best to stop me, but you can never change my choice."

Perhaps feeling the resoluteness in Naga's tone, the masked man fell silent again.

At the end of the silence, he suddenly reached out and threw something towards Naga.

"Everything you want to know is here. No matter what you see, don't ask your heart. He doesn't know anything, he doesn't remember anything, and you have no right to disturb his life."

Naga caught the object firmly and looked down—it turned out to be another large scale.

"How could you have..."

He just wanted to ask, but found that the masked man had disappeared without a trace.

Strange to say, not long after the man left, the rain gradually stopped.Although the sky was still gloomy, there was at least a glimmer of light.

"...I'm a little scared."

Standing behind Naga, Ming Ruoxing gently pressed his hand on his back.

Naga turned around and embraced him: "With me here, I won't let him be presumptuous."

"I'm not talking about that."

Ming Ruoxing shook his head, "I remembered that on Liuzhu Island, you found out that I had concealed part of my past from you, and you got angry, and also blamed me for depriving you of your right to choose."

"You mean this."

Naga sighed, "I was really angry at the time, but that was on the premise that I didn't remember anything. Now I know that you have your own considerations, and you are thinking of me. So I won't blame you , you don't have to worry about it."

"it is good."

Ming Ruoxing rarely nodded obediently, and continued to caress Naga's back.

"Then maybe...that masked man also has his own difficulties, but we don't know it right now."

Naga knew that he was enlightening himself, but couldn't help reaching out and pinching the tip of his ear.

"How did you start speaking up for other people, huh?"

Ming Ruoxing pushed his hand away: "I just don't want you to embarrass yourself."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Naga smiled dotingly, but rarely looked a little tired.

He patted Ming Ruoxing on the shoulder: "Go back to the car first, I'll come over after a while."

"Wait a moment."

Ming Ruoxing walked quickly to the flower bushes on the slope, picked a few branches of mirabilis, made a beautiful garland, and placed it at the place where the accident happened, then folded his hands together.

"Thank you for saving him."

Naga vaguely heard him muttering softly.

"I will cherish him dearly."

The rain stopped completely.

Just before sunset, the sun visited the desolate hills for the last time.Everything in the past was once again hidden in the overgrown grass, almost without trace.

After being alone for a while, Naga quickly returned to the foot of the mountain and started the vehicle.

That night, they settled down in a hotel in a nearby city.Because the venue was not secret enough, Naga was not in a hurry to open the scale that the masked man gave him.

It might also be the dullest night in his half life.Fortunately, Ming Ruoxing bought a lot of beer from the supermarket and came back with him in the guest room, drinking one after another.

It doesn't matter who gets drunk first in the end, the important thing is that when you get drunk, you won't be cranky, and it will be a new day soon.

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Early the next morning, Ming Ruoxing, who woke up first, dragged Naga out of the hotel.

It is only about three hours away from here to the main urban area of ​​City S. It is conservatively estimated that it will take up to four hours to return to the courtyard house where they stayed.

The place is remote, and relocation has been going on in recent months, and most of the old neighbors have moved out.

It's time to open the scales given by the masked man.