Beautiful Sweetheart

Liang Mengqi accompanied Ning Ji for a long time before going back, but after Liang Mengqi left, Ning Ji suddenly lost again.

For the first time, it turned out that he was afraid of the dark.

The time from the funeral is getting closer and closer, but Ning Ji is more and more unable to put his mind right. Looking at the photos of Murong Xue on the mobile phone screen, the feeling is self-evident.

After a long night's sleep, Ning Ji sat on the bed, looking at Murong Xue's photos one by one, enduring strong heartache again and again.

He thought that the pain would not hurt again after numbness, but the original book was all about cheating. Such self torture would only make the scar in his heart more profound.

After staying up all night, the next morning, Ning Ji put on his funeral suit and drove his newly bought Bentley to the appointed place.

Along the way, Ning Ji's mind is unusually calm, which can almost be described by his heart. It turns out that when he really faces it, it's not so terrible. It's just that he can't accept it when he imagines it in advance.

In fact, the scale of the funeral was not grand, because only a few people attended it. In addition to Uncle Ning Jijian and Chen Feng, there were only some bar staff who had a good relationship with Murong Xue on weekdays.

In fact, Murong Xue has few friends in the true sense.

However, when Ning Ji arrives at the scene, an unexpected guest appears. This person is no other than Lin Wei. Ning Ji never thought that Lin Wei would appear here.

Ningji Lengleng looking at Linwei, how all don't understand, Linwei how can come.

"What are you doing here?" Ning Ji asked.

Lin Wei's long hair is blown up by the wind, which has an indescribable taste. With her black clothes, she feels mysterious and elegant.

Today's Lin Wei is very beautiful. She is always so charming.

"Can't I see her off?" Lin Wei asked.

Ning Ji's words stopped and he didn't answer. Now that Lin Wei has said everything, he has nothing to say. If more people send her, maybe Murong Xue will be more happy.

Before long, uncle Jian and Chen Feng arrived, all black and heavy.

After getting off the bus, Jianshu almost didn't recognize Ning Ji. After a long time, he said, "Ning Ji, it's time for you to shave."

Ning Ji touched his chin subconsciously. He really held his hand. He hadn't thought of shaving for a week. When he looked in the mirror, he almost instinctively ignored it.

Chen Feng takes a look at Ning Ji and sighs. It seems that he is more determined not to find a girlfriend.

How can Lin Wei not find this? She just doesn't say it. Some feel distressed touched Ning Ji's chin, really a little firm hand.

However, Ning Ji, who has never refused to have close contact with Lin Wei, stepped back slightly this time and said in a positive way: "Lin Wei, she may be watching. We should keep a distance."

Lin Wei a Leng, although some not reconciled, but still nodded, standing to Ningji half a meter away, with the eyes of the remaining light constantly looking at today's Ningji.

Today's Ning Ji, as usual, is not the same, more calm, less frivolous, seems to give people a more reliable feeling.

After that, other funeral participants also came to the scene one after another. Some of the employees who had been taken care of by Murong Xue had not even accepted the fact. Several women's eyes were still red and swollen, and they obviously cried for a long time.

Ning Ji took a look at everyone, and then looked at the blank tombstone not far from him. He said in his heart, "Xueer, you see, there are so many people who care about you. You are not lonely."

However, when I say these words in my heart, it is accompanied by faint pain, just like needle pricking.

Not long after, the funeral staff also arrived. After a few words with Ning Ji, the funeral officially began.

Ning Ji knew that Murong Xue had always liked the British style, so he chose the British classical style for the funeral. Several men dressed in suits carried a coffin and walked to the cemetery step by step.

The music also sounded at the same time. This is an elegant music, which Ning Ji specially arranged. He did not choose the traditional funeral music.

Because this music is Murong Xue's favorite during her lifetime. She has always said that she yearns for the life described by this music, elegant, simple, but without losing character. This is what Murong Xue yearns for most.

She couldn't satisfy her before she died. Ning Ji could only satisfy her after she died. However, in a certain sense, this is undoubtedly a kind of irony and a slap in the face.

Ning Ji feels more and more that she owes too much to Murong Xue. She pays so much for herself, but she always ignores Murong Xue's idea.

It's not until Yin and yang are separated that we begin to regret. How late is it?

Looking at the coffin slowly away, Ning Ji can't help but clench his fist tightly. Just on the way, his mind is as calm as water, just like a false appearance. When he really begins to face it, the defense line in Ning Ji's heart is just a joke.The coffin had been put into the cemetery, and the priest was making his last prayer. His low voice seemed to be suitable for the funeral.

Every word in the priest's mouth is like a needle, which is deeply rooted in Ning Ji's heart.

"Those who come from the dust will be dust. May the Lord's love be with you forever. In the name of the father, the son and the Holy Spirit, Amen."

"Those who come from dust will be turned into dust. Please have mercy on you. From now on, may the Lord take you to the kingdom of eternal happiness. Lord, please listen to our prayer in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen."

In this solemn atmosphere, no one spoke, and no one was willing to destroy the atmosphere. All of them lowered their heads, except Ning Ji, who was staring at the coffin, as if they could see Murong snow inside.

This may really be the last time to see her again. Although she is separated by a layer of wood, Ning Ji can feel her existence. She will always live in Ning Ji's heart.

The priest was still praying piously, but Ningji felt that he was about to be unable to support. This atmosphere was about to crush him.

However, it seems that God also wants to make a little joke with Ning Ji. Originally it was cloudy, but when the priest prayed, it gradually covered with dark clouds.

The dark clouds are like the hooligans who come to make trouble. They don't cooperate with each other and start to make trouble. Every drop of rain falls from the sky. It's more and more, faster and faster. Soon, it's like a heavy rain.

Lin Wei is worthy of being a careful woman. She brings an umbrella, but Ning Ji doesn't want to hold it.

Murong snow is still in the rain, how can he stand in front of her with an umbrella? He has no face to stand in front of Murong Xue, this is the last side, even if he goes back to the fever burning to delirium, Ning Ji will insist on.

Standing in the rain, the rain soon made Ning Ji wet all over.

"Heaven, Cher, when you were killed that day, did it happen to rain?" Ning Ji said in his heart.

He still remembers the sudden rain that day, just like today. Is it a kind of omen?

Ning Ji didn't believe this kind of thing. He didn't believe it before, now, and never will. But these two rains took away his beloved woman.

One took her life away from the world, the other took her soul away, leaving a body empty and buried under the thick soil.

The staff began to fill the earth and the priest's prayer was finished. This is really the last time.

Ning Ji stepped forward and watched the coffin disappear in the field of vision. His eyes became red unconsciously. At this time, even if he tried hard, he could not resist the fluctuation of his mood.

Fortunately, there is still rain. Fortunately, there is this rain.

The tears on his face mixed with the rain, and he clenched his fist until the blood in his palm fell on the ground drop by drop and dyed the rain red.

Lin Wei see in the eyes, pain in the heart, no matter who is present, can see Ningji that pain through the heart of despair.

Sometimes, it's not crying that is painful. Sometimes, the silent tears are more sad and desperate.

Lin Wei can't help but also red eyes, red slowly closed the beautiful eyes, quietly lowered his head.

"Mr. Ning Ji, I'm going to carve a tombstone for Miss Murong." A staff member said beside Ning Ji.

Ning Ji nodded and took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket, although it was almost wet.

The staff began to carve characters on the tombstone, and the two characters at the head surprised everyone except Ning Ji.

"My wife."

Yes, this is the decision Ning Ji made after thinking all night. He has a clear conscience.

Lin Wei looked at the two words on the tombstone, then turned her head and bit her red lips. She could see that in her heart, there were waves, even if the name was for a dead woman.

However, jealousy is something that women are born with, regardless of beauty or ugliness.

Before long, the tombstone was carved. Ning Ji stood in front of the tombstone and was dazed by the photos. The photos on the tombstone were also selected by Ning Ji, because this is Murong Xue's favorite one. She said that this photo was taken when she was very young. At that time, she was a silly girl who didn't know anything.

On the tombstone, left her most innocent appearance.

"Xueer, in my heart, you will always be as pure as the photo, forever." Looking at the photo, the stormy waves in Ning Ji's chest are more turbulent, and he is about to be out of breath.

Ning Ji tightly holds the tombstone, legs a soft, kneel down in front of the tombstone, also don't care after the body, there are so many people watching, holding the tombstone to cry.

Since this week, Ning Ji has forgotten how many times he has cried and how many times he has shed tears. He always thinks that he has dried up, but unexpectedly, he always drops some more inadvertently.

Who says men can't cry? It's just that love doesn't go deep.

In front of yin and Yang, even men's dignity is not worth mentioning.