soul to depth

"Zhixing." Fang Xiuting put down the phone in a daze, looking at Ye Zhixing with a dazed look, "Linna...she...dead."

He should have felt relieved, he was finally free from Lina, but when the disappearance came out of David's mouth, he was confused, lost for some reason.

Ye Zhixing froze for a moment, then slowly stretched out his arms to hug Fang Xiuting.

Compared with Fang Xiuting, he had no contact with Linna, and the few memories he had left were also very unpleasant. Linna's death didn't give him much feeling.

Fang Xiuting leaned on Ye Zhixing's chest and said softly, "It was a suicide. The pistol was used. The wound was on the temple. One shot was fatal. The bodyguard rushed in and had no vital signs. The death was simple."

He could almost imagine the scene, just like Linna's suicide by cutting her wrists many years ago, the room was full of blood.But at this moment, he couldn't feel any physical nausea, he just felt that it was too simple, the passing of a life was too simple.

Ye Zhixing strengthened his arms a little, and sighed, "Perhaps death is the relief for her."

Fang Xiuting closed his eyes, and replied in a low voice: "Maybe."

In the face of life and death, hatred became insignificant. Ye Zhixing and Fang Xiuting sat hugging each other on the sofa in the living room. The whole room was silent, as if they were mourning for the girl who had been seeking redemption all her life.

Linna's funeral was held ten days later. It happened to be snowing that day, and the entire cemetery was extremely quiet.

Bianchi invited Fang Xiuting and Ye Zhixing to attend the funeral.

Few people came to the funeral, Lina had few friends, and Bianchi didn't want others to know.

In front of the small tombstone, there were only four people standing, and there were four bouquets of daisies swaying gently in the snow.

"I've always felt sorry for the kid," Bianchi said.There is no sadness on his face, in fact there is no sadness on the faces of the people standing here.

He lowered his eyes, his eyes lightly glanced at the photo of the smiling girl on the tombstone, smiled, and continued: "But at the same time, her cowardice disgusts me, but it doesn't matter, the poor girl will long for more love, just right I'm also learning to think about being a father. She's in good time."

The indifference in the words made even Han Xue feel ashamed, Fang Xiuting looked up at him slightly, and sneered: "But you haven't learned to be a good father after all."

Bianchi raised his eyebrows, put his hand on David's shoulder standing next to him, and patted, "You're right, I'm not a good father. But it doesn't matter, I can continue to learn, I still have many children, I've decided now that David will be my good boy.

David lowered his eyes slightly to look at his father's hand, and stood quietly, without any emotion caused by any of Bianchi's words.

Fang Xiuting felt that the scene in front of him was extremely ridiculous, and he couldn't help holding Ye Zhixing's hand a little bit harder, until Ye Zhixing patted the back of his hand before he realized it and let go of his strength.

Looking sideways slightly, he met Ye Zhixing's worried eyes. He smiled slightly and shook his head at Ye Zhixing.

He had already seen and heard of the deformed family relationship in such a deformed family, so he would not lose his grace in the cemetery.

Bianchi noticed the intimate communication between the two of them, and slowly shifted his gaze from Fang Xiuting to Ye Zhixing, "You are the child who was almost killed by Lina, right?"

Ye Zhixing raised his eyes slightly, and met his scrutinizing eyes. His azure eyes were as cold as ice, and Bianqi was terrified when he saw it, and he looked away instantly.

When he realized it, Bianchi couldn't help but be amazed. Few children's eyes would make him feel retreated.

Ye Zhixing didn't know the surprise in Bianchi's heart at all, he just wanted to leave now, he only attended this funeral to accompany Fang Xiuting, now that the flowers have been presented, it's time to leave.

Fang Xiuting looked up at him as if feeling something, and said to Bianchi: "Mr. Bianchi, someone will come to discuss this issue with you. Now that the funeral is over, my husband and I should leave."

Bianchi shrugged indifferently, "Is that so? Alright. It's too cold today, I should leave too."

The four left on completely different paths. Ye Zhixing and the others didn't hold umbrellas, and the snow fell, landing on their hair and shoulders.

"It's hard for you to come with me." Fang Xiuting raised his hand and brushed the snow off Ye Zhixing's shoulders. "It's too cold today. Let's rest in Italy for two days before starting the trip? According to the plan, it will be on your birthday Right in France."

They will not come to Italy simply to attend Linna's funeral, the bigger reason is that the two decided to put down all their work and take a global trip.

The parents of both parties strongly supported and took over the job, but they also agreed with them that they must return to China to take over the company after two years.

Ye Zhixing took Fang Xiuting's hand and put it in his pocket, a smile finally appeared on his lips, "I can stay in Italy for a few more days, it happens to be snowing."

Fang Xiuting thought for a while, then nodded: "Alright, I'll go skiing then."

"it is good."

Footprints emerged one after another on the quiet road, and the two men walking side by side gradually moved away, and a journey to witness love kicked off.

Fang Xiuting was extremely nervous today, he left Ye Zhixing alone in the hotel, and summoned his friends from all over the country to France.

"Shen Shangbei, where is my ring?" After Fang Xiuting put on his suit, he ran around the room anxiously, grabbing Shen Shangbei's shoulder and shaking it desperately.

When Shen Shangbei was shaken by him, his eyes flashed golden flowers, and he roared vigorously: "Ancestor! Didn't I put it in your pocket?!"

Fang Xiuting was stunned for a moment, then quickly let go of him, touched his pocket, and found a square velvet box, he was relieved.

Today is Ye Zhixing's birthday, and it is also the day when he proposes marriage. Ye Zhixing is the first to confess, and Ye Zhixing is on top of the bed, but he will never give up the marriage proposal!

Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to calm down his tense mood, but within a minute, he became anxious again, "Jiazi, did you play "Chopin's Nocturne" smoothly? I won't get stuck in the middle Are you sure that Lao Kang’s extras are correct? Chi Zi and Lao Pei have counted 1 pigeons? There is also a cake, are you ready? This is the only time in my life, so don’t make mistakes!”

Fan Zhaokai and the others all rolled their eyes at him. Kang Xicheng raised his hand and threw the flowers on him, and said angrily, "Fang Tingting, you can do it! Propose soon? What's the point?" Nervous, anyway, the designated person in your family agrees!"

Fan Zhaokai tied a Windsor knot and said angrily: "The old bullet "Paganini Grand Exercise Clock" is not jammed, you tell me about "Chopin's Nocturne"? Fang Tingting, how much do you despise me?"

Chi Jun and Pei Dianqi patted him on the shoulder, and smiled mockingly at Fang Xiuting, who was completely agitated.

Fang Xiuting also knew that he was overly worried, but when he thought of proposing to his Mr. Ye later, he couldn't help feeling nervous.

At this moment, his cell phone rang, and the exclusive ringtone was Ye Zhixing.

Quickly gestured to Shen Shangbei and the others for silence, Fang Xiuting coughed twice, cleared his throat before answering the phone, "Hey, Zhixing, where are you?"

Sitting in the car, Ye Zhixing watched the exotic scenery fly by outside the window and said with a smile, "I expect to arrive at the place you mentioned in twenty minutes."

Fang Xiuting left the hotel early this morning, saying that he wanted to prepare a birthday surprise for him, and only left him an address, telling him to leave the hotel at nine o'clock.

Ye Zhixing is already thirty, this kind of birthday is not special to him, but when Fang Xiuting said that he would celebrate his birthday, he began to look forward to Fang Xiuting's surprise like a seven or eight-year-old child.

"So soon?" Fang Xiuting couldn't help being surprised when he heard the time he said, "Mr. Ye, did you leave early?"

It is now [-]:[-], according to the results of his many tests, it will take an hour and a half from the hotel where they settled down to the venue where he proposed!

"Departed 35 minutes earlier." Ye Zhixing tapped his fingers on the car window, and his heart beat faster and faster as the distance shortened.

Fang Xiuting felt bad all of a sudden, it would take about 15 minutes for him to rush to the proposal site, and Ye Zhixing would arrive in 10 minutes, which meant that he had to leave now.

"Zhixing, stop talking now, we'll see you at the destination!" Before Ye Zhixing could respond, he hung up the phone with a snap, and then shouted at Kang Xicheng and the others, "Hurry up! My Zhixing still has twenty, oh No, it's still 7 minutes away, let's hurry up and try to arrive in 10 minutes, hurry up!"

The time exceeding the budget caused Kang Xicheng and the others, who were still leisurely, to panic, and there was a sudden panic in the room.

On the other side, Ye Zhixing, who didn't know anything, looked at his phone that was hung up, and smiled helplessly. His doctor Fang really became more and more anxious recently.

The venue that Fang Xiuting planned to propose was a park, a park just across the street from the church. The morning sun was warm and shining on the green grass, reflecting the happy smiles on the faces of passers-by. Everything was as beautiful as a dream.

Fang Xiuting and the others came in a hurry, but when they really arrived here, everyone fell silent. There was a homeless band singing in the park. As soon as Fan Zhaokai saw it, he immediately stepped forward to negotiate with them and rented their electronic piano temporarily.

Kang Xicheng and the others also started negotiating with the people playing in the park without stopping, and began to arrange the venue.

France is indeed a very romantic country. When the people walking and playing in the park heard that Fang Xiuting was going to propose marriage, they immediately and spontaneously asked for help to prepare together.

"I wish you good luck." The lady who thought she was brown-haired and slightly fat handed the love balloon to Fang Xiuting, and blessed with a smile.

Fang Xiuting took the balloon with a smile as sweet as honey: "Thank you."

The woman left with a smile and sat under the tree holding the child's hand.

They prepared very quickly. The extras were already pushing the cake trolley and waiting on the opposite side. The cage containing the white pigeons was covered by a red cloth and guarded by people disguised as street magicians. Roses were handed out to passers-by, waiting at any time Waiting for Ye Zhixing's arrival and handing it to him.

Shen Shangbei and the others nested behind a big tree, hiding their achievements and fame.

After Ye Zhixing arrived at his destination, he got off the car directly. The street was very quiet, and the pace of pedestrians walking back and forth was particularly loose.

He followed the location sent to him by Fang Xiuting to find his destination, but he didn't expect that a red-haired girl in a white gauze dress and holding a rose suddenly blocked his way.

The girl raised her head and smiled and asked, "Are you Mr. Ye Zhixing Ye?"

Ye Zhixing nodded in confusion, "I am, do you know me?"

The girl smiled brighter immediately, and handed the rose in her hand to Ye Zhixing: "I am Angela, and a brother asked me to pick you up. Come with me."

Ye Zhixing took the rose in a daze, but before he could react, Angela took his hand and ran away.

He had to start following Angela's pace.

Angela wasn't the only one who led him the way, almost at every intersection, a child would come out, hand him a rose, and lead him away without a glance.

Ye Zhixing didn't arrive at the park until he got nine roses. The park was very quiet and harmonious, but when Ye Zhixing stepped in, he became restless. People he didn't know kept walking towards him and handed him one after another. Rose smiled and said to him: "I wish you happiness.", and then showed him the way.

Ye Zhixing looked at the rose in his arms, his heart beat faster and faster, and he had a vague guess.

Fang Xiuting was sitting on a park chair with a hydrogen balloon in his hand. He was wearing a white suit, a handsome face, and the sun was shining on him softly. It was as beautiful as a painting.

Seeing Fang Xiuting's footsteps like this, Ye Zhixing couldn't help but stop. He heard his own heart beating like a drum. At this moment, the guess in his heart became clearer and clearer.

Fang Xiuting looked at Ye Zhixing who was standing still at least ten meters away from him, smiled, got up from the chair, and walked towards Ye Zhixing.

Hydrogen balloons of different colors are floating in the air, and the sun has also learned to follow at this moment.

Ye Zhixing looked at Fang Xiuting who was getting closer and closer to him, his eyes became moist for a moment.

The piano version of the birthday song was played, and passers-by who handed him roses kept gathering and sang the birthday song.

"Mr. Ye, happy birthday."

Fang Xiuting was listening opposite Ye Zhixing, his rapid heartbeat became calm at this moment, he slowly stretched out his hand, and released the hydrogen balloon in his hand.

"Mr. Ye, I've been thinking about the birthday present for you for a long time, but I can't think of anything that suits you best."

Fang Xiuting pursed his lips, his mind was blank now, only Ye Zhixing's face was exceptionally clear.

"Later, I thought about it carefully. I should be the most suitable person in this world for you."

The birthday song was changed to "Chopin's Nocturne" at some point, and everyone gradually became quiet.

Only the two protagonists can hear the beating of their own hearts.

"So Mr. Ye." Fang Xiuting bent his eyes, and solemnly stretched out his hand, with a platinum ring lying in his palm, "I decided to give myself to you."

Ye Zhixing stared at him blankly, and all the surrounding scenery suddenly faded in his eyes, like a black-and-white mime for the elderly, only the person in front of him was vivid and wonderful.

"I actually thought about it for a long time." Fang Xiuting looked at Ye Zhixing who was silent, and suddenly became nervous again. He was a little afraid that Ye Zhixing would feel that the speed between them was too fast.

But now that the arrow is on the string, he can't back down.

"I am 27 years old this year, and you are 28 years old. I have missed you for 27 years. Ye Zhixing, I can't participate in your past, but I want to be everywhere in your future."

"Similarly, you are also indispensable in my future."

"So, Mr. Ye, I have a future and want to go with you, you...go?"

The warm words are like stones thrown on the lake, Ye Zhixing's heart is full of turmoil at this moment, and it is even difficult to distinguish the north, south, east, and west.

His ears couldn't hear the voices other than Fang Xiuting's words, and his eyes couldn't see anyone other than Fang Xiuting.

"go! go! go!"

"go! go! go!"

......

The people who surrounded them in a circle began to shout, and the voices almost resounding through the sky were full of affirmation of this love.

One of Fang Xiuting's raised hands started to feel sore, tiny beads of sweat kept oozing from his palm, and his heart beat in his chest almost as if it was about to explode.

He has never been so full of anticipation as he is now, and he is so nervous that he can't extricate himself.

"Mr. Ye, you... um..."

Before he could finish his words, Ye Zhixing grabbed his hand suddenly. Under the sunlight, the flowers were scattered all over the ground, and the two men kissed passionately, and in the palms they held, a ring was conveying the heartbeat of both parties.

"Oh!"

The passers-by booed with laughter, Kang Xicheng and others submerged in the crowd looked at each other and smiled.

I don't know how long it took before Ye Zhixing regained his senses. He heard a stranger's blessing. "Chopin's Nocturne" was replaced by "Fur Elise", which fell into his ears accompanied by the sound of Fang Xiuting's heartbeat and breathing.

"Fang Xiuting." Ye Zhixing looked at Fang Xiuting with deep affection in his blue eyes, "I'll go."

At the age of 28, he has received the best gift - a future with Fang Xiuting.

The two held hands and looked at each other, the sun was pouring down, the white pigeon flew out of the cage, and the happy laughter on the green grass smudged the whole world.

[The author has something to say: Well...it's over.In fact, this should be regarded as an extremely idealized and fairytale love story, with no intrigue, no bloody plot, an illusory love story that cannot stand in reality, and it may even be a bit boring.But, I have to say that I personally like the love between Dr. Fang and Mr. Ye very much, the pure and dreamy love.In short, the soul is over here, and the later episodes are uncertain.

In addition, the follow-up article "On the Days of Being Targeted by the Blood Race" is welcome to collect. The style and soul of this article should be very different. After all, the soul should be regarded as my test of the modern city. This style of painting is actually my own. Not very good at it.

Finally, and most importantly, thank you for your continued support, thank you for watching! ! !love~]

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