He Rijun coming again

When the injury on Feng Qingzhu's arm was completely healed, the story that Ah Wen conceived had just been sent to the newspaper. "Golden Rose" published his stories in three parts.

Ah Wen happily showed the newspaper to Feng Qingzhu.

Feng Qingzhu raised his eyelids: "The story you told me before?"

He urged Feng Qingzhu to read it again: "Yes."

"The ending hasn't changed?"

"no change."

"Then I..." Feng Qingzhu wanted to say, then what else should I watch?But seeing Ah Wen's expectant face, he swallowed the words, then unfolded the newspaper, and read the tragic story again with a headache.

What Ah Wen said was only the outline of the story, coupled with the details described in the text, when Feng Qingzhu read it and looked up, his heart was heavy.

"How?" He blinked.

Feng Qingzhu: "..."

Feng Qingzhu finally realized something was wrong: "Awen, why do you always ask me this question?"

"Because I like this story very much."

"Just because I like it?" Suddenly, Feng Qingzhu remembered the picture he had seen before - Ah Wen was holding a pen and writing at his desk, "Did you write this story?"

"Brother Feng..."

"Ah Wen, tell me the truth." Feng Qingzhu turned around, holding back his shoulder with a suppressed smile, "If you wrote it, just tell me, you don't have to keep probing."

He blushed a little, snatched the newspaper and hid it behind his back, stuck his neck, muttering: "Anyway, Brother Feng doesn't like it, it's useless to read it."

"What, I really wrote those stories?" Luo Zhiwen widened his eyes in shock, then fell silent for a moment, then nodded secretly, "Indeed, it is a story I would like."

Tragedy contains power that comedy often lacks.

He squeezed the pillow, exhaled lightly, lowered his head, and leaned on Feng Qingzhu's shoulder: "Brother Feng, I'll talk about it later, I'll take it easy."

Feng Qingzhu's words contained too much information, which gave him a headache.

Feng Qingzhu stretched out his hand to press Luo Zhiwen's temple, staring at his fair neck amusedly, feeling that he was still as sentimental as before.

Luo Zhiwen was lost for a moment, threw away the pillow, and got up to cook.

"Brother Feng, what do you want to eat?" He pulled away from the past emotions, "After eating, let's think about remarriage first."

"You agree?" Feng Qingzhu keenly grasped the key point of Luo Zhiwen's words.

He tied his apron in front of the kitchen door, without nodding or shaking his head, he just asked, "How are you going to convince my parents?"

"...I can tell you that they have a particularly bad impression of you."

There were two straps on the back of the apron. Luo Zhiwen couldn't fasten them after fumbling for a long time. Finally, Feng Qingzhu helped him to fasten them: "I know, I didn't intend to ask for their forgiveness."

It is a blessing in misfortune that there is still room for communication.

"Then you have to worry about it." Luo Zhiwen glanced at Feng Qingzhu gloatingly, and when he was about to enter the kitchen, he slammed the door.

Luo Zhiwen fried two dishes, and burned the hairtail that he bought in the supermarket earlier.

On the way, Feng Qingzhu wanted to come in to help, but ended up cutting garlic all over the place. He couldn't take it anymore and drove them away again.

"Brother Feng, you can only serve me food." Luo Zhiwen stood in front of the kitchen door with his hips akimbo, and sighed deeply, "When you didn't go home before, how did you solve the problem of eating?"

Feng Qingzhu sat obediently at the dining table: "The restaurant has cooked the meal, and it will be packed and delivered to my office."

"It's not good to eat out all the time." He also sat down, "Before you didn't go home, I often made two portions."

Feng Qingzhu's expression gradually froze following Luo Zhiwen's words.

He chuckled and said, "Okay, I won't mention it anymore."

Remembering fragments of the past, he let it go.

After another two days, Dipper never sent any text messages to Luo Zhiwen. He tried to ask about the time and place of the meeting, but all the messages he sent fell to nothing.

Even if Luo Zhiwen wanted to capture the present Chen Beidou to hold a press conference, but he couldn't find anyone, he had no choice but to give up.

But on the weekend, Feng Qingzhu suddenly said that he was going out, and he also carried two boxes of health care products that looked expensive.

"Brother Feng, where are you going?" Luo Zhiwen was sitting cross-legged on the sofa watching TV, and was about to ask Feng Qingzhu to watch TV together, when he saw the man walk from the living room to the entrance without turning his eyes.

Feng Qingzhu held the key tightly: "Go to the company."

He said "Oh": "There is still a meeting on the weekend?"

"Ah."

"Bring health care products to the meeting?"

"New product development meeting." Feng Qingzhu looked away.

The business of the Feng family is very complicated, and Luo Zhiwen and Feng Qingzhu haven't figured it out after three years of marriage, so there is no doubt: "Go early and return early, I will wait for you at home for dinner."

"Okay." Feng Qingzhu walked out of the door in a somewhat embarrassed posture.

On the way to Luo's house again, Feng Qingzhu felt a little nervous.

The last time he came, Luo Zhiwen was still by his side. Although there was still some estrangement between the two, they got along much better than when they got married.

But this time, it was only him.

Feng Qingzhu, who had the memory of two lifetimes, was sweating nervously in his palm.

In the previous life, when Feng Qingzhu went to the Luo family to propose marriage, he could use his status to half force the Luo family to nod, but now he can't.

What he wanted was forgiveness, not estrangement.

And Luo Zhiwen, who was watching TV at home, didn't know that Feng Qingzhu had gone to Luo's house. He watched the variety show on TV and laughed so hard.

Just then, the phone rang.

Luo Zhiwen thought it was Feng Qingzhu, and connected with a smile: "Hello?"

There was a rustling sound from the other end of the phone, followed by Dipper's voice: "Luo Zhiwen."

He straightened up suddenly: "Dipper?"

"It's me." Dipper's voice was distorted, "Long time no see. How much do you remember about the past?"

Luo Zhiwen clenched his teeth.

Dipper didn't get an answer, so he didn't care, and changed the subject: "How much did Feng Qingzhu tell you? I think he must not have told you what happened after his death, right?"

"Chen Beidou, I'm warning you." Luo Zhiwen took a deep breath, "There must be an end to the past."

"End?" Dipper, that is, Chen Beidou's crazy laughter came from the other end of the phone, "Luo Zhiwen, why do you think there will be an end between us?"

"...Is it because you have been my concubine for several years in your previous life, or because Feng Qingzhu didn't know who killed him until his death?"

"What?" Luo Zhiwen was dizzy, and the word "aunt" hit his heart heavily.

Dipper was silent for a moment, and then smiled strangely: "You haven't remembered yet, and waited on my day?"

He hung up the phone abruptly.

The variety show was still playing on the TV screen, the host told a joke, and the guests were rocked with laughter.

There are children playing outside the window, and there is warmth in the wind.

Everything was full of vitality, but Luo Zhiwen felt cold all over his body.

He originally thought that Feng Qingzhu didn't want to recall his past life because they were separated by yin and yang, but he didn't expect...

He became Chen Beidou's concubine.

Luo Zhiwen accidentally knocked the cushion off.

how could be……

No, it must not be his will.

He forced himself to be calm.

According to Feng Qingzhu, the most powerful people in Jinling City were the Feng family and the Chen family. If Feng Qingzhu died, Chen Beidou would definitely not let him go.

Luo Zhiwen's heart felt fine and dense pain, and cold sweat fell down the corner of his forehead.

One red light after another floated in front of his eyes, like a wedding dress at a big wedding, and like blood that hasn't dried up.

Fragmentary pictures flooded into his mind—paper money flying all over the sky, he was sitting in a sedan chair, watching the funeral procession in the distance with tears in his eyes, and there was a scolding sound behind him.

Someone rushed into the sedan chair and tied his hands with ropes.

His eyes were also covered with cloth strips.

When Luo Zhiwen came back to his senses, he had already sat down on the carpet, with cold tears all over his face.

He reached out to grab the phone, and with his trembling fingertips, he mistook the name in the address book several times.

But in the end, he still called Feng Qingzhu.

If Feng Qingzhu didn't pick it up, he hit the second one.

The second one didn't answer, so he continued to call.

Feng Qingzhu, who was far away in the Luo family, was being accused by the elders of the Luo family. He felt the vibration of the mobile phone in his pocket, and it was difficult to answer it. "Sorry, it might be urgent."

Feng Qingzhu took out his mobile phone, and found that Luo Zhiwen's name was displayed on the caller ID, and he thumped in his heart: "Ah Wen?"

No one spoke on the other end of the phone, only intermittent whimpering.

Feng Qingzhu was so panicked that his scalp exploded: "Ah Wen, where are you? Don't cry, I'm going home now!"

Immediately afterwards, Feng Qingzhu remembered the message Dipper sent earlier, and suddenly raised his voice: "You won't go find..."

"No, no." Luo Zhiwen said vaguely, "Brother Feng... I, I'm at home..."

Feng Qingzhu's hanging heart thumped back, and it started beating again.

He was really scared.

After his death in his previous life, Feng Qingzhu wandered around the world, watching Awen step by step into the abyss.

He never wanted to feel that powerless feeling again in this life.

"Uncle and aunt, you should have heard it too." Feng Qingzhu quickly collected his emotions, and said goodbye to Luo Zhiwen's parents, "Ah Wen needs me very much now."

Feng Qingzhu drove home impatiently, rushed into the house, and found Luo Zhiwen sitting on the ground in a daze, with a pile of used tissues in his hand, and the variety show that was playing before he was let go was still on TV.

"Ah Wen?" Feng Qingzhu rushed over, reaching out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "What's wrong?"

Luo Zhiwen turned his head stiffly, stared at Feng Qingzhu for a long time, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips: "Brother Feng."

Then she plunged into his arms, crying loudly.

"Ah Wen, what's wrong with you?"

"I...I seem to remember..."

When Feng Qingzhu heard the words, he instantly understood: "It's all over."

"No!" Luo Zhiwen cried, "No... Brother Feng, why... why did you leave me alone?"

"Feng Qingzhu, why do you leave me alone in this world?"