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Because the procedures were not in place, the cemetery management staff refused to allow the grave to be moved. He Tianxi wanted to find someone to forcibly demolish it. It is immoral to plan someone’s grave, and no one dared to accept it. He began to become a little anxious. Called a lot of people in the room, and started swearing after a few words.

Later, someone he didn't know very well quarreled with him, telling him to go to the doctor if he was sick, and don't come out to harm others.

He Tianxi smashed the phone, and when he sat on the bed covering his face, he seemed to hear Xing Congjing's voice laughing at him. The voice filled his brain clearly and sharply, like the nightmare he had many years ago, in which Xing Congjing Cong Jing grinned, with a strange appearance, and walked out from the gap between light and shadow, like an evil ghost trying to drag him to hell.

Xing Congjing has always been such a person, he was not allowed to have a good time when he was alive, and he didn't even want to make him have a good time when he was dead.

He Tianxi didn't want to make himself feel pain about this person's departure, and he didn't want to make himself feel sad about this person's departure, which would make him feel like a stupid lamb that would cry for wolves.

He took a taxi to the cemetery in the evening, squatted in front of Xing Congjing's tombstone and stared at Xing Congjing's photo for a long time.

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

"..."

"How could I be crazy for you? I'm not a bitch."

"..."

"Did you achieve your goal, Xing Congjing, you make me sick and make me want to vomit."

Photos can't speak, Xing Congjing can no longer come out of nowhere suddenly to laugh at him, this person is really gone.

In this world, apart from memory, there is no place for him to exist anymore.

He Tianxi stared at the photo of Xing Congjing in the dim sunset, he reached out and tried to tear off the photo on the tombstone, as if he wanted to tear off this person's unchanging face.

Of course, it is impossible to tear off the photo on the tombstone. This kind of useless work made his anger suddenly reach its peak. He stood up and kicked the tombstone several times. The corpse of this dead man smashed the urn containing the dead man, and wanted to lead to the hell that may not exist in this world, drag this man back to the world, and kill him again.

He Tianxi hated him so resolutely and blatantly. He hated him so much that he almost felt that Xing Congjing was the person he hated the most in this world. I have to execute Ling Chi again.

He hated him so sincerely that he felt that he could live with this kind of hatred for the other party for the rest of his life.

He Jialin, Yang Eryu, and Sun Ji found He Tianxi in front of Xing Congjing's tomb when it was dark.

He Tianxi had already stood in front of the tomb and finished smoking two packs of cigarettes. He smoked so much and anxiously that he felt a little dizzy like drunk. He pressed the cigarette butt on the top of Xing Congjing's tombstone, and pressed the cigarette butt in front of the monument. .

Yang Eryu was impatient, so he stepped forward and asked: "Xizi, look at what's going on with you now, go back, you can either go home and live with your parents for a while, or come and live with me at my house for a while. "

He Tianxi looked at him coldly, smoking a cigarette, and suddenly asked in a cold voice after a while: "What kind of person do you think Xing Congjing is?"

Yang Eryu was taken aback by his question.

Sun Ji said in a deep voice, "Tianxi, I think you need to see a doctor now."

He Tianxi squinted at him: "Then tell me, you are the one who has the best relationship with him among us, tell me what kind of person you think he is."

Sun Ji's voice was still calm, and he spoke to comfort the living: "You keep saying that you don't like Lao Xing, you hate him, I think the biggest revenge for hating people is to ignore him, as if this person never existed, since you I hate Lao Xing, the most important thing you should do is not to think about how to make his death uneasy all day long, but to completely ignore his death."

He Tianxi looked at him coldly, and said in a cold voice: "I hate him because I want to insult him every day when he is alive. If he is dead, if there is a corpse, I will whip him. If there is no corpse, I will punish him." The urn, after he was buried, I will also tear down his graveyard, he has no relatives, no home, no home when he is alive, and I will leave him no place for a tile when he is dead, I will make his fucking memory permanent , in the next life, don’t mess with me, and don’t mess with our surname He.”

What He Tianxi said was too harsh, Yang Eryu couldn't help frowning, and Sun Ji even lowered his face: "Then I beg you, please let him go, he is already dead."

He Tianxi sneered: "Impossible, in what capacity did you come to beg me to let me let him go, why and in what capacity did you come to me and say this sentence?"

He Jialin's eyes were even redder. She opened her mouth and asked in a somewhat unacceptable way: "Tianxi, you and Xing Congjing have known each other since 13 years old. It has been 16 or almost 17 years now. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have known each other at all." I will know Xing Congjing. Now that he is dead, you tell us that you hate him. What heinous things did he do that make you hate him so much that you have to come to his grave all day long after he died? Do you have to tell him not to provoke you in the next life?"

He Tianxi withdrew her gaze, and said coldly: "It's enough for me to hate him if he didn't do anything. Just the fact that he likes me is enough to make me feel sick and make me hate him—"

As soon as his voice fell, He Jialin had already walked in front of him and gave him a slap. He Jialin stared at He Tianxi with red eyes in disbelief, and said in a hoarse voice: "I used to think that you were born with an awkward personality. , I like to talk backwards. Before, I could think that you were talking nonsense because you couldn’t accept the death of a person. Now what are you talking about, do you know what you are talking about? He is dead, There will never be someone like Xing Congjing in this world, and there will never be someone who hurts your feet by taking the stairs because you are drunk, and will take a car for several hours all night to take care of you at your place of residence." He Jialin because of difficulty Believe me, your voice crackled, "Fucking no one will remember that you like to eat sour, and will ask for an extra box of vinegar for you when you bring things home from outside, and there will never be a fucking one again Personally, because you don’t eat coriander, we are not allowed to order coriander when we eat hot pot, you fucking... can you be a personal He Tianxi!"

He Tianxi has never been beaten since he was a child. The biggest grievance he suffered in his life until he was 29 years old was suffered by Xing Congjing. Because He Jialin was too old for him, he followed behind his butt every day when he was young. ", and rarely spoke ill of him, now because of a damned, dead Xing Congjing, he slapped him, and I am completely disappointed in him.

He Tianxi put the back of his hand on his slapped face. He turned his head to stare at He Jialin, his eyes were red, like an addict who hadn't slept for ten days and nights: "I... don't want to be a person?"

He Tianxi's voice suddenly rose. With the grievances of more than 50 days and his own grievances of nearly ten years, he yelled loudly: "You fucking say I'm not a person?! Why don't you ask Xing Congjing why the fuck Don't be an individual?!"

"..."

He raised his finger to the posthumous photo in front of the tombstone: "Why don't you ask him why he didn't think about it when he opened the door of my room and raped me on the night when my birthday was two days away. Be a person?!"

He Jialin didn't make a sound for a long time after hearing the words. She was slowed down by the information she received, and with a hoarse voice, she managed to say a single word: "What... what?"

He Tianxi covered his face and squatted on the ground. The armor he built for himself, the city wall he built for himself collapsed on such an ordinary night.

This day is not a memorable day in He Tianxi's life, even the weather is so mild and warm that it is exactly the same as the previous dozens of days.

If he insists on marking this time as a special time, then this is the No. 40 five days when he saw the news of Xing Congjing's death on the news.

He was the one who knew the No.40 five days after Xing Congjing's death, and he told a secret that he had buried in his heart for more than ten years.

The author says:

do not curse!