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The north of the city is the most deserted suburb in the whole city. Few people wander here when they have nothing to do. Although the scenery here is pleasant and the population is sparsely populated, it is very suitable for a family outing on weekends. Soil, the sky-high cemetery of two houses in the city.

Even in the hot summer, when the sun shines here, the temperature seems to drop a few degrees, and I don't want to disturb the rest of the sleeping people here.

The cemetery is surrounded by plain white fences and hidden among the dense woods.

Stepping in and out of the white iron door, the inside is much cleaner and more spacious.There is a distance of about 5 meters between the steles. Although each tomb does not have an independent space, it also ensures that those who come to worship will not be disturbed by others.

Qian Shucheng was holding an exquisite bouquet in his hand, and there was a playful bow tied on the outer package.

"I don't know what kind of flowers you like, so I asked the florist to wrap a bunch of them casually. I guess you shouldn't mind these."

He stood in front of the half-person tall tombstone, looking at the photos on the tombstone in a daze.

Although the person in the photo is approaching his thirties, he still looks like a young man, with a soft smile and curved eyebrows, as if all the grievances and entanglements in the world can be wiped out in this smile.

Qian Shucheng caressed the stone tablet, but the fine carvings on the stone tablet did not attract him at all. All his eyes were focused on this photo.

"A Ling, are you okay over there?"

Qian Shucheng couldn't remember exactly how he sent Murong Ling to the hospital in the first place, he only remembered the blood on his hands and body, hot and numb from being scalded in such a scorching summer.

The lights in the operating room were always on, and there seemed to be people running back and forth all the time.

Busy, in and out.

It's just that the person never walked out of that door again.

He had been sitting on the bench at the door of the operating room, with his head buried, his mind was muddled and he didn't know what he was thinking, or maybe he didn't think about anything.

He didn't even see Murong Ling for the last time, when the doctor came out and announced that the rescue was invalid, when Shen Yuqing pulled Chu Yunxi beside him and said something with a gloomy face, when he was about to rush into the operation like crazy When he wanted to ask that person how long he would pretend to be, he was dragged out by a group of people who suddenly poured in like that.

Meng Junchen told him that even if Murong Ling left, he would not take him home like ordinary people. The body will be buried for three days, and then the family will arrange the funeral.

He rushed in like crazy, wanting to bring that person out, not wanting him to become a pawn to be manipulated even after he died.

Die... how could he die?

"A Ling, I'm sorry I didn't see you off for the last time." Qian Shucheng knelt down, rubbed his fingers on the slightly worn photo, his movements were gentle as if he was stroking his lover's face, "I'm sorry I didn't come to see you until now .”

After the hysterical madness that day, all he got was a dose of tranquilizer. It was not until seven days later that he learned that Murong Ling was buried in this cemetery.

Afterwards, he never dared to face it. He always felt that as long as he didn't come, this person might still be in a certain corner of the world, smiling and scaring his subordinates to the brim, as long as he couldn't see the monument, one day, would this person Appearing in front of him suddenly, he gently called himself 'Xiaocheng' again.

But the longer he escaped, the more he recognized the reality.

"A Ling, you are not discussing death experience with my brother right now? After all, you are more experienced than him, and you ended his suffering just after he had an attack." Speaking of this, Qian Shucheng lowered his head, "It's not like I, knowing the ending, still naively thought you could survive."

"Do you know that Liao Chen died, and Meng Yuzhao asked someone to tell me. When he left, he left a message for you, saying that he is waiting for you in hell."

"Heh, what is he thinking, is he going to take you to talk about the past?"

"You said that you can go to catch up with Liao Chen, so why can't you accompany me? It's good to just leave me a message."

"Recently, I thought about it. You came back with the feeling that you must die, right? They told me that you committed suicide while recuperating abroad, and almost succeeded. They also said that you suffered from depression during that time. I When I went to your house, was the medicine you were taking that medicine?"

"No wonder you have been in poor health since you came back this time, your face is so pale, and your voice has no confidence."

"You said it's not good for you to tell me straight? You have to make such a big detour."

"You never owe me anything, I owe you."

"A Ling...I miss you."

The stone slab in front of the stele was broken with little marks, and Qian Shucheng trembled uncontrollably.

"A Ling, can you not go?"

Recently, his mind has become clearer, and Murong Ling's sudden steps when he walked out of the meeting room have been circling in his mind. Did he already know his end at that time?Does he want to say goodbye to himself?

When Liao Chen brought the cup of added tea to Murong Ling, what kind of mentality did he drink it from?What kind of mentality did Murong Ling tell the monitor to let him pass?

Since then, he has only seen Pan Shirong once.

"You'd better confirm what Jiang Fanyi gave you as soon as possible. I don't think you want to contact us anymore. Of course we think so too. We have no right to control Mr.'s plan. What you asked him for will be met later. A lawyer has contacted you. Young Master Qian, I wish you a bright future."

When Pan Shirong got up and wanted to leave, he couldn't hold back in the end, his eyes were sad and somewhat cruel: "The Meng family originally gave Mr. a way to escape completely, but you said you wanted Mr.'s life. Qian Shuning was a secret wedge, so For many years at least I haven’t really done anything sorry for Mr., and even saved Mr. a few times, so Mr. has been blaming himself for not discovering Qian Shuning’s problem as soon as possible, which led to him having to be killed in the end. Pay for your life?!"

Qian Shucheng rested his forehead on the stone tablet, his eyes were red.

"A Ling, can you give me another chance, I promise I won't be an asshole again, let's start over, shall we?"

It was already dark when Meng Junchen picked Qian Shucheng home, and the sound of the wind blowing the leaves was like a group of people whispering together.

It looks good here during the day, but at night, even the most courageous people can't stand the atmosphere here, let alone a person like Meng Junchen who is afraid of ghosts.

He used up all the guts he had accumulated in his life, kept chanting about Amitabha, and was already sweating profusely when he threw Qian Shucheng into the car.

After getting into the car, Meng Junchen didn't start the car immediately, and didn't even fasten the seat belt. He just sat quietly and looked ahead.

The evening wind blows the leaves and sways their figures in front of them. The headlights shine on them, vaguely like some ghosts and snakes are hiding and waiting for them to throw themselves into the net.

It was rare for Meng Junchen not to be frightened by this scene, and maybe he didn't put all his energy on it.

He followed the direction of the headlights and stared into the distance, waited for a while before buckling up the seat belt, and started the car without saying a word.

Qian Shucheng's studies were put on hold due to a lot of things during that time. Fortunately, in the last month or so, he made a surprise attack. During the final exams, he floated at a low altitude, so that he would not go back to school early in the summer to take the make-up exam and be caught by someone. Those who claimed to be elders called to hold a small meeting.

During the long summer vacation, Meng Junchen was finally pulled back by his father for special training. Even if he is not in the military academy, children from military families still have to have better physical fitness than ordinary people.

However, Qian Shucheng found two odd jobs near his home. No matter how much money Qian Shuning left behind, he couldn't stay at home all the time. Feeling that someone is coming out of the bedroom or elsewhere suddenly.

If this went on like this, he felt that he was about to collapse, so he could only keep himself busy every day, and he didn't have time to think about anything when he got home, and fell asleep after taking a shower.

Even so, he would always inadvertently see the objects left behind by that person, which would trigger the bloody unhealed wound in his heart.

Qian Shucheng arranged his time very well, and it was not until Meng Junchen escaped from his father with his luggage before school started that Qian Shucheng ended his busy summer work.

"Brother, your eyes haven't slept all summer, have you?"

As soon as Meng Junchen stepped into the door, he saw Qian Shucheng with two thick dark circles under his eyes, holding a vacuum cleaner in his hand, and sucking the floor mat by the door. Also at stake.

Qian Shucheng turned off the vacuum cleaner, looked at Meng Junchen expressionlessly, frowned and said, "Have you traveled to Africa?"

"Don't mention it." Meng Junchen put the suitcase aside, and closed the door, "I've been out in the sun for a whole month, and the old man in my family insisted that I used myself to be a white flour steamed bun, which is white and soft, not at all. The way a man should look."

"He also said that a man should survive the wind and rain, and asked me to learn more from the people around me. Aren't I surrounded by rough men who are dark and ugly? Isn't there a lot of white people who can fight?"

Speaking of this, Meng Junchen paused, watched Qian Shucheng put the vacuum cleaner back to its original position indifferently, walked to the coffee table and poured himself a glass of water, and then looked back with questioning eyes.

"Then, you were thrown outside to experience the wind and rain?"

Meng Junchen withdrew his gaze, speeded up his steps towards the refrigerator in a disguised manner, got himself a can of iced drink, closed the refrigerator door after smoothing his thoughts, walked to the sofa and sat down with erratic eyes.

"Almost, you can tell by my color, I'm a pure African refugee." Meng Junchen took another sip of his drink, cleared his throat and continued, "Recently...cough...has Jiang Fanyi been here recently?"

Qian Shucheng's expression was blank. In fact, he hadn't contacted those people for less than two months. Why did he feel that those things happened a long time ago.

"No."

There was no ups and downs in Qian Shucheng's voice, and the plain Meng Junchen almost thought that this brother really walked out so quickly.

Only a fool would think he walked out.

Since Qian Shucheng didn't want to mention it, he didn't say anything more.

Going home this time, in addition to being stared at by his father for some physical training every day, he will also take some classes on other aspects, and then be abused by his elder brother again.

That is, during this process, he also overheard some things, but it has not been confirmed yet, and he still didn't say it after thinking about it.

Qian Shucheng didn't pay attention to Meng Junchen's strange behavior, and went to the kitchen to cook some noodles on his own.

The two of them finished their meal without saying a word, and Qian Shucheng went straight back to the bedroom after taking a shower, not knowing why he went back so early.

Some time before Meng Junchen left, the two of them had been busy with the final exam. Immediately after the exam, Meng Junze caught him straight at the school, and the luggage was packed under Meng Junze's supervision. There was no chance to talk to Qian Shucheng After saying a few words, he naturally didn't feel that Qian Shucheng had changed.

When he came back again, Meng Junchen realized that Qian Shucheng had really changed a lot, he talked less obviously, and his person was much gloomy, even when Qian Shuning passed away, he was not like this.

Meng Junchen consciously put the dishes and chopsticks in the dishwasher, cleaned the table and the kitchen before taking a shower, and dragged his luggage into the second bedroom alone.

Perhaps there were other people in the room at last, Qian Shucheng no longer suffered from insomnia all night like before, and the dark circles under his eyes faded a lot when he woke up in the morning.

He simply tidied himself up, and fried an egg for Meng Junchen while making breakfast. This made Meng Junchen, who had just woken up and was still confused, almost thought that he hadn't woken up yet, so he turned around and wanted to go back to bed and get up again. Still being stopped by Qian Shucheng's virtuous voice, he realized that this was not a dream.

"I said, when did you start living such a scientific and nutritious life?"

Meng Junchen sat at the dining table, staring straight at the fried egg in front of him, still feeling that this scene was a bit dreamy.

He picked up the chopsticks and was about to stuff this fantasy egg into his mouth, but his hand was knocked suddenly.

"Brush your teeth and wash your face."

Meng Junchen looked at Qian Shucheng like a monster, stood up obediently, and went to wash his face and brush his teeth stiffly, and he was completely awake after getting wet.

He stared at the mirror in the bathroom for a while before going back to the dining table and sitting down.

This person wouldn't be insane and think of himself as Murong Ling, right?

Qian Shucheng ate his food on his own, and didn't give Meng Junchen a look until he finished eating.

After he finished packing his things and was about to put on his shoes and go out, Meng Junchen hurriedly stuffed the remaining half piece of bread into his mouth and shouted, "Wait for me, right away."

Only then did Qian Shucheng stop his hand on the doorknob, and watched Meng Junchen dash into the bedroom, then dash out to put on his shoes, and said "Let's go", the two words still smelled like bread.

In the first class of the new semester, obviously no one could listen to it.

Meng Junchen was fiddling with his mobile phone, enjoying the newly downloaded game, but when he glanced away from the corner of his eye, he found that Qian Shucheng, who usually had no relationship with him, was actually taking notes seriously.

He didn't even pay attention to the dead characters in the game interface, and stared at Qian Shucheng for a long time with eyes looking at the wonders of the world, only then remembered that he had died in the game.

Anyway, I didn't have the mood to play any more, so I simply put down my phone and concentrated on studying the person around me who I had neglected for two years.

"Look at what I do, I'm not interested in you." While taking notes, Qian Shucheng still had time to take care of the bubbling people next to him.

Meng Junchen chuckled, poked Qian Shucheng's arm, and said, "Are you suddenly enlightened and ready to work hard and contribute to the motherland in the future?"

"What contribution do you make?" Qian Shucheng's subordinates wrote straight words without delaying his speech, "Tuition can't be paid in vain, you have to learn something."

Meng Junchen nodded: "Oh, that's true."

He said it well, and after the chat, he took out his mobile phone and opened the game just now.

On Monday morning, the two of them only had such a class, and the two of them quickly passed by doing their own things.

Qian Shucheng packed his books quickly, got up and was about to go out, completely ignoring the fact that the game next to him was not finished, one hand was operating the phone, and the other was Meng Junchen who was stuffing books into his schoolbag.

After Meng Junchen finally packed his things, Qian Shucheng had already walked to the door of the classroom first.

"Hey, I said you wait for me, you are in such a hurry to reincarnate."

Qian Shucheng didn't stop walking. In fact, he was going to find a part-time job near his home today. There were really too few classes this semester.

He couldn't let himself be idle.

Seeing that the gate of the teaching building was right in front of him, Meng Junchen caught up panting, put his hand on Qian Shucheng's shoulder and said, "You can't wait for me."

Qian Shucheng glanced at him sideways, but he still slowed down a little: "Didn't you go home and do physical training, can you breathe like this with just a few steps?"

Meng Junchen coughed twice, straightened his waist, and took back the hand on Qian Shucheng's shoulder: "When did you become so boring."

Qian Shucheng: "If you think I'm boring, you can find Meng Junze."

After speaking, Qian Shucheng quickened his pace again.

Meng Junchen followed up cursingly: "You can't treat me like this even if you dislike me. Isn't asking me to find Meng Junze to push me, the flower of my motherland, into the fire pit?"

Qian Shucheng didn't care whether he would be roasted or not, he just felt that this person was very noisy, comparable to the cicadas on the tree outside.

But Meng Junchen didn't have this self-awareness, and still murmured: "If you think Meng Junze is good, you can go to him to practice. I guarantee that you won't stay with him for half a day. You don't know that man, he is better than my old man. bother."

Meng Junchen followed Qian Shucheng all the time, Qian Shucheng stopped suddenly, and Meng Junchen almost made physical contact with the person in front of him.

"what happened?"

After Meng Junchen stabilized his figure, he took a step to the side, watching Qian Shucheng standing motionless like a stone sculpture, staring straight ahead.

Meng Junchen looked in the direction of Qian Shucheng's line of sight, and there was a familiar car parked across the road, and a familiar person stood beside the car.

"That is……"

At this moment, Qian Shucheng staggered and took two steps forward.

Meng Junchen glanced at Qian Shucheng, then at the direction of the vehicle, and then his eyes widened suddenly.

At this moment, the person standing beside the car walked to the seat in the back seat of the car, and opened the door respectfully.

Qian Shucheng's eyes were fixed on that direction all the time, looking over the heads of each one, watching the white car door open little by little following the man's movements, and a man in plain clothes and a hood got out of the car.

The man raised his head, with a warm smile on his too pale face.

Qian Shucheng rushed over after a short period of sluggishness. Such an action was obviously difficult when the students were out of class.

He brushed aside one person after another, even ignorant of being scolded, all he wanted to do was rush over, for fear that what he saw was hallucinations again.

After all, this road is short, and no matter how crowded it is, it will not delay too much time.

Until Qian Shucheng stood in front of the visitor, his heart was about to burst out of his chest.

The man smiled, as if he wanted to say something, but he just opened his mouth and swallowed it.

At this moment, Qian Shucheng suddenly took a step forward and pulled the person in front of him into his arms.

He trembled all over, trying to trap this person in his arms with all his strength, wishing to integrate this person into his flesh and blood.

Slowly, all the strength was removed little by little by the hands gently stroking the back.

"Okay, it's all right."

It was still the familiar tone, he intentionally lowered his voice very softly, but still couldn't hide the hoarseness in it.

Qian Shucheng finally regained his composure and let him go from his arms.

The person who was almost drained of blood really stood in front of him alive.

"Aling."

Murong Ling finally recovered his breath, his body was still weak, and he secretly rejoiced that he was not strangled to death by Qian Shucheng.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Well, I'm here."

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It's over here, thank you readers who have silently supported me all the time, and didn't give up on me because I always stop updating, and there will be a few episodes to fill in the pits ahead, bow down.