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188 Chapter 1 You Can't Be Ruthless To Her ([-])
But as soon as she reached the door, Zuo Yu hurriedly pushed the door open, sweating all over her head, trembling when she spoke: "Sir."

"What's the matter?" In the darkness, a man's voice came slowly and coldly.

"Young Madam, she—" Zuo Yu was obviously frightened but did not dare to hesitate, "It's gone."

Cheng Chuying paused in place, her heart was suddenly raised, then she put it down, she turned around and went to look at the man, only to see the coldness of the room, and the overwhelming darkness.

"Before tomorrow, if she doesn't come back safely, you don't have to come back either."

After saying a word, Zuo Cheng brushed Cheng Chuying's shoulder and passed by, without avoiding her wound, his footsteps were hurried and flustered, and her wound throbbed.

"Yes." Zuo Yu followed.In the study, the room was cold and quiet.

"Heh." Cheng Chuying chuckled and said to the empty room, "It turns out that no one treats you differently except Jiang Xiachu."

Walking over, she turned on the light, and the light in the room immediately illuminated every place, and a large area of ​​the bandage on her left hand was dyed red.

It rained all night and did not stop until dawn.This late autumn seems to have passed in the rain, and the sky in Shanghai is overcast.This cemetery is so cold.

The wind is blowing and the rain is rolling, but it is not violent, but quietly and faintly.In front of the highest tomb, the back of the person standing is extremely thin, as if the next gust of wind will blow her away, the white sweater is open, wet by the rain, and the hair soaked in the rain is sticky on her forehead, she stumbles Walking to the grave, he stood up straight: "Qiancheng, I'm here to see you." Pulling the corners of his lips, his pale face was a little stiff, "I think you definitely don't want to see me."

Maybe she hasn't opened the card to speak for a long time, her voice is very hoarse and dry, maybe it's cold and trembling all the time.

After being silent for a while and standing for a while, she sat down on the cold stone slab in front of the tomb: "I thought you didn't want to see me, and I didn't have the face to see you, but there are some things I think you should know." He didn't seem to know where to start, and he paused for a long time before continuing, "Qiancheng, do you know? Five years ago, I fell ill and forgot a lot of things, and I can't even remember who I am?"

The voice is just faint, floating in the rain, scattered in the wind, she alone, a grave, a dead person, a widow, a belated narration.

The rain continued, and the icy rain slid down her pale face, her lips were completely cold, and she said quietly: "Then, I became you, it's ridiculous, Jiang Xiachu turned into Ji Qiancheng , For a full year, I am not me, but you." She seemed to smile, her white lips trembling, "I just figured out now, why I don't even remember myself, only remember you, become you."

In the brain, some fragments are connected in series.

A girl sits on a swing without speaking.

A girl is holding a guitar and singing a familiar song.

A girl is lying in a rapeseed field, and one person is talking to two people.

A girl wears a ring and thinks it will last forever.

A girl looked at the man and said word by word, my Xiachu, I am your Qiancheng.

Scenes became clearer and clearer, broken into countless images in her mind, she couldn't shake them off, she shook her head violently, her head hurt, but she couldn't stop, facing the tombstone, she said very loudly: "Because I killed you, so I want to pay you Ji Qiancheng."

After being quiet for a long time, Jiang Xiachu's slack eyes gathered little by little, forming strange and distant images little by little.

"The summer of that year was very cold and it rained a lot. The weather was like this that night, with thunder, rain, and endless wind. My sister died that night. , or I closed her eyes with my hands, probably because I was too surprised, at the end of my life, to hear such words.”

Memories are like a beast that hides in the remotest corners of the earth. Once summoned, it will come back fiercely and come back.

Jiang Xiachu took a few steps closer to the tomb, leaning against the stone tablet, and the white gown fell down and was stained with mud: "Qiancheng, you like me, even though I pester you every time to say you like me, but I just think, If you didn't really like it, you wouldn't admit it. It's just that you never said you love me, maybe we don't know how to love at that age." The faint and hoarse voice seemed to pass through the wind, unable to catch the trace It was erratic, flat, without any emotion, "It's just, you know? That night, in front of my sister's hospital bed, Zuo Cheng grabbed my hand and said he loved me and wanted to marry me. Then, sister That's it."

At that time, she was too young and didn't know the age of love. The first person to say love to her was not the boy she loved the most, but that man.

The boy under the tombstone, do you know that the girl you love has been waiting for your words for a long time.

However, in the end, Ji Qiancheng could only be Jiang Xiachu's deceased.

Jiang Xiachu was thinking about something, and continued unhurriedly: "At that time, I thought, if my sister is gone, she must hate me to death, and I also hate myself to death, so I thought, it's better to die, but I don't want to die." Gan Xin, how could I just die like this, how can I die when the culprit in Zuo Cheng is still alive and well? Even, Zuo Cheng, he doesn't want me to die." Her eyes were fixed, exuding a cold expression. Guang, "Then there is only one way, let's die together." The corners of his cold and white lips tugged, and he smiled uglyly, "If Zuo Cheng knew that one day I would drive to die with him , he will definitely not teach me to drive."

Thinking about it now, Zuo Cheng taught her many things, he taught her to drive, taught her to grow thorn sunflowers, taught her to drink, taught her to pretend, taught her to hate, taught her to love...

Why now, she was actually thinking of that person, Jiang Xiachu didn't understand, she shook her head violently, said with force, "Qiancheng, that night, the person who drove was not Zuo Cheng, but me."

"I hit you." She paused, choked up, but she refused to stop, "I killed you."

"At that time, Zuocheng killed someone, and I only said four words, and the murder paid for his life. Now, what should I do?"

She went to the tomb, pressed against the cold stone tablet and asked, "Qiancheng, will I pay for your life?"

She was silent, and then only the sound of rain and wind answered her. After a long time, she closed her eyes, the rain and tears on her face were all cold, and she said, "But, I can't die."

She said, "I'm dead, what will he do?"

She said, "Zuocheng, she will die with me."

The voice was weak and small, and the slender palm hanging on the stone tablet dropped little by little, and then, without a sound, she lay quietly in front of the stone tablet, her pale lips opened and closed, without sound, and she made up a sentence of no Complete words.

She said, I don't want him to die...

(End of this chapter)