Scum attack must be abused [Quick Transmigration]

Xiao Cheng knew about the existence of this place, but he had never been here.

In some matters, he obviously lives at the top of the social pyramid, but he is not as open-minded as the people at the bottom.After great pain and a long wait, the Ling family accepted the fact that Ling Anxiu was completely gone.They bought a small piece of land in a suburban cemetery as Ling Anxiu's final resting place.

Xiao Cheng did not attend Ling Anxiu's funeral, nor had he ever been to this cemetery.He even felt that what the Ling family did was ridiculous, they couldn't even find Ling Anxiu's body, so why did they assume his death?It was as if they were both compromising with reality, accepting the truth even if they were reluctant, but he was still stagnant.

Just like the hijacking case that caused a sensation all over the world, after being discussed by the world for half a year, it was gradually forgotten by people.The plane was finally buried in the sea, and none of the passengers and gangsters survived. This is the ending recognized by everyone.

——You can't see a person when you are born, and you can't see a corpse when you die. This is the answer Ling Anxiu wants to give Xiao Cheng.

Every time Xiao Cheng thought of the "answer", he couldn't help sighing: Ling Anxiu, you are really a genius who hurt me.

When he got off work yesterday, the atmosphere in the company was very relaxed, Xiao Cheng watched his assistant humming a song while packing up his things, with a slight smile on his face, he couldn't help asking: "Is there anything happy about it? "

If you have something, just say it and make me happy too.

The assistant was a little embarrassed: "Because tomorrow is Tomb-sweeping Day."

Xiao Cheng was puzzled, "Tomb-sweeping Day...should be happy?"

The assistant smiled shyly: "It stands to reason that Ching Ming Festival is a day when we go to pay respects to the dead, so our hearts should be heavy. However, now everyone is thinking about things like 'ah, finally there is a small holiday' ,so……"

Xiao Cheng nodded, "I see."

"Is the boss going to visit the grave?" the assistant asked casually.

Xiao Cheng was silent for a while, then said softly: "Maybe."

-

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains.When Xiao Cheng opened the door, a large swath of dark clouds had piled up in the sky, and the air pouring in from outside brought him a chill.Xiao Cheng looked at the sky, stared blankly for a while, then turned and went home to take an umbrella.

Before Xiao Cheng's car drove out of the urban area, the rain started to fall.On the first day of the holiday, the roads were even more congested than the weekday rush hour.Xiao Cheng was stuck in the middle of the road, and his chest felt so tight that he seemed to be about to lose his breath.Opening the car window, raindrops poured in, landed on Xiao Cheng's black suit jacket, and gradually melted away.

There were also several times more customers in the flower shop than usual, Xiao Cheng stood at the door, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.The little girl in the flower shop noticed this thin and handsome man at first sight, walked over and said with a smile, "Sir, do you need any help?"

"I want to buy flowers."

"Is it to pay homage to the ancestors?"

Xiao Cheng was silent again.

"Chrysanthemum is a must-have flower for grave sweeping." The little girl recommended to Ling Anxiu, and she pointed to the customers not far away, "They all buy chrysanthemums."

Xiao Cheng shook his head, but still didn't say anything.

"do not like?"

"..."

The little girl thought for a while, then snapped her fingers suddenly, "How about Manjusawa? It is also called the red Bana flower. It blooms for 1000 years and falls for 1000 years. The flowers and leaves will never meet. Love is not caused by cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death. The language of flowers is the beauty of hopeless love and death.

It means," the little girl's expression suddenly became serious, "'I will always wait for you where you can't see'. "

Xiao Cheng's heart moved slightly, and he nodded.

-

Leaving the urban area, there are fewer cars. Most of the people driving on this road have the same purpose - to visit the cemetery.Xiao Cheng felt that he was different from them, but he couldn't tell what was different.He once swore that unless Ling Anxiu's body was truly displayed in front of him, he would never admit Ling Anxiu's death.

However, only three years have passed now, and sometimes he would doubt—what is the purpose of his stupid persistence?Just to make yourself feel better?

Xiao Cheng has always felt that once he admits that he has lost that person forever, he will not be able to live.However, now it seems that there is nothing except that his life is no longer complete.

The weather still showed no signs of improving, and the rain just fell like that, neither getting bigger nor getting smaller.At some point, Xiao Cheng was the only person left in sight on this road.The road stretches to the distance, straight to the sky, and it seems that it will never end.

I don't know how long it took to drive, and a black car came into view.There seemed to be a man standing beside the car, the man was holding an umbrella, Xiao Cheng couldn't see his appearance clearly in the rain.The man made a stop gesture to Xiao Cheng, Xiao Cheng has always been indifferent to people, but today he parked the car next to the man in a strange manner.

It was only then that Xiao Cheng saw the man's appearance clearly. The man's face was handsome, with a bit of classic charm, and his pair of long and narrow eyes were black and bright.

The man smiled at Xiao Cheng: "Excuse me, are you planning to go to the cemetery?"

Xiao Cheng nodded.

"Can you give me a ride?" the man asked sincerely, pointing helplessly at the car beside him, "My car broke down suddenly."

Xiao Cheng glanced at the man's car, and found that there was still a man sitting inside, with his back turned to him.

The man explained: "That's my boyfriend. He stays here and waits for the insurance company to come. I'll go to the grave first."

The appearance of the man coming out to a stranger without hesitation surprised Xiao Cheng, he opened the car door, "Come on."

The man showed a bright smile, "Thank you."

There was a stranger sitting on the co-pilot, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Xiao Cheng didn't speak much to begin with, and after that person left, he talked as little as possible unless necessary.

The man seemed in a good mood, "I don't know when the rain will stop, this kind of weather is really depressing."

"Ah."

"Are you going to sweep the graves of relatives? Or for friends?"

"..."

It seemed that Xiao Cheng didn't want to say more, and the man shut his mouth tactfully. He looked around the car for a week, his eyes fell on the manjusawa on the back seat, and asked, "What kind of flower is this?"

"Manjushahua."

The man looked at the flowers carefully and said with a smile: "This flower is not common, why would you think of giving this kind of flower? Is there any meaning?"

"..." Just when the man thought that Xiao Cheng would not answer him, Xiao Cheng suddenly spoke, his voice was very soft, with broken despair: "I will always wait for you where you can't see."

The man squinted his slender eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.He turned his head and looked at the scenery outside the window. The drizzle kept falling, and the air was filled with the smell of rain. Even this small space was filled with the smell of rain.The man was silent for a long time, and smiled slightly: "It's very touching."

Neither of them spoke, and the car drove quietly for half an hour before finally arriving at the cemetery.There are a lot of people in the cemetery, everyone is wearing solemn black, holding an umbrella, coming and going in the rain.

"Thank you." The man thanked Xiao Cheng again.

Xiao Cheng nodded slightly, turned around and wanted to leave.

"It rained while sweeping the tomb," the man suddenly said behind him, "Will your heart ache?"

Xiao Cheng stopped in his tracks.

"But, the rain will always stop." The man's voice was imperceptibly sad, "Goodbye, stranger."

-

Ling Anxiu's tombstone is the same as anyone else's, the same shape, and the same white color.There is a photo of Ling Anxiu on the tombstone, Xiao Cheng suddenly felt that his appearance was a little strange, he desperately recalled, but he couldn't think of what time Ling Anxiu in this photo belonged to.

However, at that time Ling Anxiu smiled happily, his eyes were curved into sickles, very pretty.

There is no epitaph on the tombstone.Ling Anxiu left suddenly without leaving any last words, and his family didn't seem to know what to write for him.His epitaph remains empty.

"Anxiu...Ling Anxiu..." Xiao Cheng had said the name countless times in his heart over the past three years, but he never said it out of his mouth.The moment he finally said it today, his heart felt like being cut by a knife, and the pain was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to keep his body standing.

Xiao Cheng knelt in front of Ling Anxiu's tombstone and kept calling his name in a low voice.But even if he said it a thousand times, ten thousand times, he would never come back.

He's really gone - it's the first time that Xiao Cheng is so clearly aware of this fact.Xiao Cheng lowered his head, pressed his lips to the cold tombstone, his eyes were filled with mist, but he never cried.In the past three years, from beginning to end, he never shed a single tear for Ling Anxiu.

It was really painful, how could it be possible to cry so heartily.

Xiao Cheng knelt like this, and he didn't know what he was thinking.Everything around him seemed to become blurred, turning into an illusory phantom. The only thing that was real was the cold, lifeless tombstone in front of him.In a daze, Xiao Cheng seemed to have returned to his childhood, back to that small village. He and Ling Anxiu held hands and walked gently along the quiet path in the evening.

I don't know how long it took, the rain gradually subsided, and other grave sweepers around also left with various mixed feelings.Xiao Cheng got up and put the bouquet he had been holding in his arms in front of the grave.

Xiao Cheng remembered a little story he had seen by accident.Bianhua, the legendary flower that voluntarily threw itself into hell, was sent back by the demons, but still wandered on the road to the underworld. The demons couldn't bear it, so they agreed to let her open on this road, giving guidance and comfort to the souls who left the human world.

— Hopeless love, the beauty of death.

-

Xiao Cheng set foot on the way back, the rain had completely stopped, and the sun once again appeared in people's sight.The sunset glow was like a mass of intense fire, burning from the car window into the car, jumping on Xiao Cheng's face.

Xiao Cheng could see the sea in the distance, and saw the sea glowing with warm yellow light under the setting sun. Suddenly, he shed tears.

The author decided to write the scumbag episodes in order first, and then the sweet episodes. You'd better review it a little bit, otherwise the plot will be forgotten.

PS: Every time I write such abusive chapters, the author has to suffer for a long time TT, the flower language of Bianhua comes from Baidu Encyclopedia.