There's a gust of wind coming from the south

Xie Wanyun's funeral was on the day of the singer's competition, and Zhang Ranren couldn't come to attend after all.

When he learned of Xie Wanyun's death, he boarded the train going north almost in a state of being out of his soul.

The siren sounded, and the dream chaser who was about to enter success drove to the distance he was most looking forward to.It's just that beside him, there is no longer the red figure that can make him sing emotionally.

In the end, Zhang Ran still failed to get Xie Wanyun's feedback about love.Forget it, let it be like this, all when they were in love...

The unsuspecting host asked Zhang Ran with the trophy and a huge bonus: "Why did you enter the competition alone, but you had to name it Wan Yun Yuran?"

Zhang Ran suddenly collapsed on the show.But from beginning to end, he did not tell the audience the answer.

……

Xie Wanyun was buried on a mountain full of rhododendrons, and was not with Nan Yi.It's a pity that it's autumn now, and the flowers have already died.

Nanfeng hasn't closed his eyes since the night she left, and the whole eyeballs are covered with red blood.

At Xie Wanyun's funeral, Nanfeng did not shed a single tear.Wearing mourning clothes, he mechanically followed Zhibin to bend down, bow, and take care of his family members.

Both Chen Wenwu and Wen Ruan have arrived, but looking at him like this, he understands that all the comforts he has now are in vain.

"The only one who can cure him is you." Wen Ruan looked at Shen Shi and said softly.

But Shen Shi felt that what he did was not as good as Nanfeng.He didn't know how to heal him, what to say to him.So I can only stay with each other all the time, from morning till night, never leaving for a moment.

"She found out about us. She said that she still has something to tell you..." Nan Feng said blankly.

Shen Shi held Nan Feng in his arms distressedly, and persuaded him over and over again: "Nan Feng, you should sleep for a while..."

But the only answer to him was the endless silence of the other party.

……

In the late autumn of Ancheng, it was a bleak state.I hope that the once-living figure that has been buried underground can bring its vitality back to the earth as soon as possible.

Flowers can't be colorless, so I dyed the leaves red.

end of volume two