Celebrity Rebirth Entertainment Circle

Chapter 227

"You... what did you say?" Wenlian asked in disbelief.

Xu Fangfei smiled triumphantly, "Jiang Zhiwei is dead, this morning."

Wenlian's legs softened, and he sat down slumped, his eyes were empty, and he was in a daze.

Xu Fangfei walked in front of him without giving up, and whispered: "She is dead, dead, finally dead!"

Literary Federation stood up abruptly, pushed Xu Fangfei, and said sharply, "Shut up!"

"If I shut up, she's dead too." Xu Fangfei was pushed aside, with a smug smile still on her face.

The Literary Federation ran out involuntarily. Xu Fangfei must be lying to him. How could she die?How can she die?

Seeing the flustered look of the Literary Federation, Xu Fangfei laughed even louder, tears came out as she smiled, "Jiang Zhiwei, why am I not as good as you? After fighting for a lifetime, what am I for? For what?"

Literary Federation ran to Jiang Zhiwei's residence like crazy, looked at the white sail hanging on the door, couldn't help taking a few steps back, and murmured: "How is it possible? How is it possible?"

Not long after, people walked in one after another, and the Literary Federation stood blankly outside the door, looking at the dazzling white sail above, as if a piece of my heart had been ripped away.

Even if he had no choice but to marry Xu Fangfei under the pressure of his family back then, he could comfort himself, at least he could still see her often, but why was he deprived of this wish now?

"You go talk."

"You go talk."

"I dare not, you go in quickly."

"I don't dare either."

Yang Ziqing looked at the two little nephews who were noisy outside the door and didn't come in for a long time, and helplessly put down the pen in his hand, "What's the matter with you two, tell me quickly."

Two people walked in, pushing me and pushing yours, and they kept muttering.

"What's the matter, tell me quickly."

One who was a little older said tentatively, "Second Uncle, I'm going to tell you something, you must hold on."

Yang Ziqing didn't understand, so he smiled, "What's the matter, I must hold on."

The other young man on the side came over and helped Yang Ziqing to the chair, and let him sit down, "Second Uncle, sit down first, and you must hold on later."

Yang Ziqing was dazed by the two of them, "Okay, okay, what's the matter, you two, don't be so dazed, tell me quickly."

"Then I'll tell you the truth."

"Hurry up!"

"Jiang Zhiwei passed away!" The older man gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

After a while, he didn't hear any sound, and couldn't help but opened his eyes, only to see Yang Ziqing sitting there in a daze, frowning slightly, "You, what did you just say?"

"Second Uncle, it's true, but you must hold on, my dad didn't intend to let you know, but I think if you didn't send her off for the last time, you would definitely have trouble getting through this hurdle in your heart. "

Yang Ziqing clutched his heart, feeling bursts of tearing pain, and almost fainted, "Are you serious?"

"Well, my dad has already passed away. Anyway, the Jiang family can be regarded as a respectable family. Although Jiang Zhiwei is the only one left in the main family now, of course, there is no one now, but you can't be rude, right?"

Yang Ziqing stretched out his hand and said, "Help me up."

The two children quickly walked to both sides and helped him up, "Second Uncle, are you going to go there now?"

Yang Ziqing nodded, and walked heavily to Jiang Zhiwei's residence with the support of the two children.

When I walked to the door, I happened to run into Literary and Art Circles wandering there. When the two met, they both felt quite touched.

"Are you here to see her off for the last time?" Literary Federation said with a bit of bitterness.

"Yes." Yang Ziqing opened his mouth to speak, only to realize how hoarse his voice was, and felt a bloody smell in his throat, and couldn't help but want to come up.

"The last time I saw her, she was fine. I thought, even if it was like this, it would be enough to look at her from a distance. I didn't expect God to deprive me of this wish." Wenlian Youyou Said.

"Let's go, let's go in, see her for the last time, see her for the last time." Yang Ziqing said, resisting the bloody smell in his mouth.

When the two stepped into the gate, many people saw them and started whispering.

Yang Ziqing's eldest brother hurried over and glared at the two sons next to him, "Who told you to tip off the news?"

"Brother, if you don't let me come over today, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

Brother Yang looked at Yang Ziqing's grief-stricken expression, and thought of this infatuated younger brother who is still unmarried and alone, he couldn't help sighing. In the world of feelings, it is hard to tell who is right and who is wrong. He likes Jiang Zhiwei. , but it is not wrong for Jiang Zhiwei not to like him, but he has lost his life for it.

"Who told you to come here?" The little uncle of the Federation of Literature and Art Circles walked to the side of the Federation of Literature and Art and reprimanded him in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)