Addicted to Love: Baby, be good

Life is gone, and no body exists.

Ji's father is holding Ji Hanjiang's urn and burying it in the cemetery.

The hands, reluctant and forced to let go, trembled so much that they could not bear to see again.

"Uncle, I'll help you." Yanyi people bite their lips and step by step walk forward stiffly.

She reached out, took the urn, and with her father, slowly put it into the cemetery.

This time, Ji Hanjiang will sleep here forever.

Tears blurred the line of sight, Yanyi people are biting their lips, don't let themselves cry, Hanjiang, you can go.

Uncle and aunt, I will take good care of it.

In the past, all kinds of things, whether love or hate, have been gone.

When the last afterglow of the setting sun disappeared in the horizon, the people in the cemetery left.

On the way back to Chuyuan, Chen CE wanted to open his mouth several times and asked Yanyi people to call Chu Huaijin on their own initiative.

Every time I speak to my mouth, I can't open my mouth when I see her in a state of loss.

At this time, I'm afraid she can't hear it.

The road back to Chuyuan is not long. When the car stops in the East Tower, Chen CE's task is completed successfully. He will leave for Kyoto immediately.

"Here you are, young lady." Chen CE takes the lead in getting out of the car and opening the door.

Yanyi people sat for a long time, only to find him standing outside the car door, looking at her all the time.

She was stunned, then nodded slowly and got out of the car.

"Little madam, if there's nothing wrong, I'll go back to Beijing."

Voice just fell, Yan Yi's body, like a broken kite, fluttered down.

"Little lady!" Chen CE was shocked and immediately caught her falling body.

Fang Hong stepped out quickly. "What's wrong with the little lady?"

"Come on, call the doctor!"

Chen CE hurried into the room with Yanyi in his arms and went straight to the bedroom upstairs.

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In the restaurant, low air pressure.

In such a large restaurant, only Chu Huaijin is eating alone.

The table was full of delicious food, but he could not bring up a trace of appetite. He only moved a few chopsticks, and the phone came.

"Young master, young lady was busy at the funeral all day today, fainted..."

Chen CE's words have been echoing in his ears.

Chu Huaijin put down her mobile phone and lit a cigar all the time. She had five tastes in her heart, which was very unpleasant.

Fainted?

OK, how did you faint?

At this moment, only four words appeared in his mind, heartbroken.

Ji Hanjiang and her, there are six years of memories, that six years, there are too many of her first love, too much sweet.

Those sweet memories that can't be erased are like a gap that can't be crossed.

It's like an active volcano that doesn't know when it will erupt. Once it erupts, it will be scorched by the hot magma, burning to the dust.

A few months, compared with six years, isn't that the right sentence to hit the stone with an egg?

Even if Ji Hanjiang has hurt her any more, it's the first love in the end. Everyone has a special feeling for the first love which is hard to say and has no name.

Even if the first love is hurt, those scars are also unforgettable.

The more painful, the more hurt, the more profound the memory.

Like a well brewed wine, the older it is, the more mellow it will be.

The more you think about it, the more confused you are. Master Chu suddenly chokes on the smoke and coughs.

His eyes were scarlet. He looked down at the cigar in his hand, and then stabbed it out in the bone plate.

Teng of a stand up, the heart of the fire, burning, can not find a way to vent.