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Chapter 539 Chapter 539: Cen Si's Extra Story Finale (fourth update)

It was a young girl who came to visit the grave, wearing a hat and holding a bouquet of white flowers in her hand.

The girl didn't give her attention to the other tomb-sweepers, and put the flowers in front of Shang Huaixu's tombstone.

"dad."

Shao Feng really wanted to see what the girl looked like, but he didn't dare to, pretending that he was the grave sweeper next door.He could feel the air pressure around him changed, he lowered his head, just in time to see Cen Si's hand hanging by his side, clenched tightly, his fingertips were blue and trembling.

The girl sat for a while, then got up and left the cemetery.

Cen Si turned around stiffly, waited for the people to walk away, and murmured softly: "Long time no see."

It was only later that Shao Feng found out that the girl he met in the cemetery was called Shang Lingling, she was someone Cen Si had secretly cherished for a long time, and she was the protagonist in the oil painting by Cen Si's bedside.

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"She's married, married to the man she loves."

"The wedding was held on the island, and many relatives and friends were there."

"She and Jing Zhao should have arrived at Artie by now."

Jing Zhao took Shang Lingling to Arti for honeymoon.

Cen Si sat on the ridge of the field, he was the only one around: "Ah Ti is also very safe, but the traffic there is very inconvenient, I wonder if she will suffer."

"Probably not, Jing Zhao loves her very much."

"Don't worry, she will have a good life in the future."

"It will be safe and sound, with children and grandchildren around your knees."

"..."

Cen Si talked a lot, but he didn't know if Shang Huai Xu could hear him, whether Shang Huai Xu's soul had returned to his homeland, or whether he was still in this field of mulberry flowers.

"I've been here so many times and I haven't introduced myself to you yet."

"My name is Cen Si, and I am the son of Cen Yongqing, the little kidnapper from back then."

Cen Si lay down on the ridge of the field. There were no stars in the sky, and the moon was only half round. The sky in Hongsu Village was always gray and the moon was not bright. He stretched out his hand to touch the moon, but the sky was too high , he couldn't reach it, he lowered his hand, covered his eyes, and let himself fall asleep.

He had a dream, dreaming of the wooden house back then, dreaming that the leader of the merchant scolded him, bit him, prevented him from touching her skirt, and called him a little kidnapper viciously, he also dreamed of the fire, dreamed of the merchant The leader was crying in the fire, he rushed into the fire like crazy, he touched her, she turned her head and told him to roll.

He opened his eyes suddenly, it was still dark, and there was a faint dawn, he closed his eyes again, covering the light, and made a wish—hope, he would not wake up from the dream.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Wake up!"

It was a girl's voice, immature and crisp.

"You can't get dizzy, you haven't told me which way to go."

"You wake up!"

He was shaken awake and opened his eyes.

The girl was sitting next to him, wearing a dress as red as a tiger thorn plum. Her face and body were dirty, except for her ankles which were white. There were three gemstones hanging on her anklet, two red and one blue.

"You're finally awake." The girl was sweating profusely, looking around anxiously.

Someone was chasing after him, and when he looked over, it was Cen Yongqing.

The girl tugged at his ill-fitting T-shirt: "Tell me, which way to go."

He stared at her blankly.

She urged: "Hurry up!!"

He raised his hand and pointed out a way, which was the opposite of the way he told her back then. He didn't want to send her to Jing Zhao again.

"Why are you standing there, run away."

The girl dragged him and ran away.

He didn't look at the road, he kept looking at her, at her face, at the sapphires on her ankles.They ran far and far together, leaving Cen Yongqing and the wooden house far behind. They ran through the rainforest, across mountains and rivers, and across a river, from dark to dawn.

The moon is gone and the sun is out.

The girl bent her waist, propped her knees and panted heavily: "Little kidnapper," she said fiercely with bright eyes, "what's your name?"

At the age of 17, he was very thin, looked at her and smiled: "Cen Si, my name is Cen Si."

Then she ran with him again.

It was a good dream, never to wake up again.

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21 years later, Huaxing Funeral Home.

Xiao Qin received a guest today, whose surname is Shao.Mr. Shao bought a cemetery in the business hall and the most expensive urn.

The clothes on Mr. Shao's body looked extraordinary, and he was obviously not short of money, but Mr. Shao chose the most remote cemetery.

The ashes were buried at four o'clock in the afternoon, and there were no other relatives or friends except Mr. Shao.

Xiao Qin confirmed again and again: "Mr. Shao, do you really not need to engrave characters?"

Shao Feng squatted, stretched out his hand to stroke the new soil on the ground: "No need."

Not a word was left on the tombstone, nor was there any information about the deceased in the funeral home.Along with the ashes, a ring and a painting were buried in an exquisite wooden box.When sealing it, Xiao Qin glanced at it in a hurry. It was an old oil painting, and the paper was slightly yellowed. Xiao Qin didn't see the whole painting, but only saw a small corner. It was painted with a hand, a thin and dirty Dirty hands, fingertips touched the red skirt.

Shao Feng brought back a painting and a photograph from Hongsu Village. The painting was buried in the cemetery as a funerary object. He found someone to frame the photo and sent it out by courier.

Recipient: Jing Zhao.

That is Jing Zhao's photographic work - "Bridge and Pond".

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　　Do you still remember "Bridge and Pond", at the Jingzhao Film Festival, Cen Si asked for a work.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)