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Flower language is silent and choking in Yu Jin's world.

She desperately want to hold him, but the hand is again and again through the void, after all, she even You can't hold him.

She felt as if there was a fire burning and boiling in her heart, which made her whole body hot. The feeling of being burned to ashes was like a poisonous snake again. She squatted on the ground with her head in her arms and cried helplessly.

Yu Jinhuai looked down at the urn. For a long time, he leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes quietly. His slender white fingers were still on the urn.

But already, no more sound.

Flower language in a very clear consciousness, feel their heart broken into a ground wreck.

People outside the house also seemed to feel something. When she pushed the door in, she fell on the ground with a soft leg. The doctor went to help him, and her voice choked: "Wang ma Wang Ma, don't do this Don't do this... "

"Jin Huai Jin Huai... " She almost climbed to the chair and took Yu Jinhui's cold hand, "Jin Huai Jin Huai, how can you be so cruel How can you be so cruel... "

Yu sang took a deep breath and tried to hold back the tears, but the hot tears still burst out of his eyes.

He sobbed: "second master You... "

He couldn't speak any more of the rest, leaving only low but repressed sobs.

The result was expected by the doctor, but the tears still fell.

He slowly walked up to Yu Jin Huai, looked at the man's pale face, but still incomparable, and said in a low voice: "second master You can rest assured that I will make your last wish... "

Everyone was crying and grieving, but no one saw him holding the trembling hand of Yu Jinhuai's finger.

People to the most sad time, tears can not flow out.

She felt that her lacrimal glands had dried up, only her heart and lungs were tearing at random, and her internal organs were rebellious at this time, and she had to fight to death.

After a while, the flower language froze for a while, and suddenly, a mouthful of blood gushed out, which just sprinkled on the white jade urn and melted with Yu Jinhuai's blood.

Hua Yu has tears in her eyes, but she laughs and sobs: "you see In the end, we are still together. Yu Jinhui, I'm really happy to have you with me. "

"Next life, you must come to me."

"Otherwise I'll never talk to you again

……

Flower language quietly with a string puppet like watching Yu Jin Huai's funeral.

Yu Er ye in the capital city, what kind of person, his funeral should be arranged in a big way. If he did not withdraw from the Ministry of national security, the flag would be flying at half mast.

Yu's old house is like a city, cars like water and horses like dragons. The old lady was so sad that she was in a coma. Yu Yu was too young to bear the heavy responsibilities. So Yu Junwei became the main person. I don't know how many people envied Yu Junwei and Mo Yuanhan. When Yu Jinhui died, the big Yu family would be mo Yuanhan.

All kinds of people with the same sad face and different mind, dressed in white mourning clothes to worship, not enough people even qualified to enter the funeral hall to have a look at the man's coffin.

So some people say that Yu Er Ye is Yu Er Ye. Even if he is dead, he is still so unmatched.

Yu Er Ye is Yu Er Ye. Even if he dies, he will stir up the whole capital and even the whole country.

But He's dead.

All the myths in the past, the legends created by him, will become gossip after dinner.

How long can the world remember him? a year? two years? decade? Soon, people will forget Yu Jinhuai. It's like a fan crying at a flower language funeral can fall in love with another star the next day.

It's not worth it.

It's not worth it.

Hua Yu is sitting on the edge of Yu Jin Huai's coffin. One side of the coffin is high and the other side is low. Under the low end, there is an ever burning lamp.

According to the old rule of the capital, this lamp cannot be turned off. If it is, the dead will not be able to rest.

Hua Yu lies on the cold black wooden coffin and thinks that even if the ever burning light is on, Yu Jinhuai will not be able to rest. This world owes him too much, but he has too much blood on his hands. Cao, the Lord of heaven and earth, must not allow him to die.

All of a sudden, a tall and straight figure appeared in front of the spirit. It was a man who was nearly thirty years old and had a beautiful appearance. However, there was a kind of sharp edge that people did not dare to look at directly.

He held a cigarette in his hand, and held a teenager who only reached his shoulder in the other hand. His eyes were indifferent, even some indifferently looking at the spirit throne.

For a long time, he laughed, "younger martial brother, I said you are short-lived."

Hua Yu knows these two people.

Shen Ting, Ming Yi.

Shen tin took a puff of smoke and said with a smile like smile: "I have said for a long time that the world and this country are all critically ill and incurable. You just don't believe it and feel that it can turn the tide Even if you are the talent of the high mountains, but in the end. You're just alone. One person, in front of many people, is very small. ""When I left, my master said that I was unfaithful and unfaithful, and you said that I was ungrateful and unfilial. I felt that you were stubborn, and that when you knew all the truth, you would do something more crazy than me."

When you talk about Jin huaisi, you can't help but feel the pain in your eyes Younger martial brother, sometimes, I really feel that you are a saint. People say you are ruthless and unruly, but I know that you will always be the one I know. "

"Just and stupid."

He said that he took up a cup of wine worshipped in front of the spirit and sprinkled it on the ground, "I wish you happiness in the next life."

"After all, we are just, different ways, not conspiring with each other."

He put the wine glass back to the rosewood table, picked his lips and laughed, and led Minghe away as if he had come.

Flower language heard mingshe ask him: "uncle, who is he?"

Shen listens to hang son langdang's not a sound, "younger martial brother."

After a pause, he added, "I was once a brother who could entrust his back to each other."

……

Hua Yu waited and waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for Yu Jinhuai to find himself.

She only waited until the end of the hospice, until the funeral procession.

The old lady dragged her old body to her feet and lay down in front of her grandson's coffin. Yu Yu tried to persuade her, but she also burst into tears.

Hua Yu watched Yu Jinhuai buried in the Yu family's ancestral tomb. His tomb was gorgeous and exquisite, and it was cold and frightening.

A pile of loess falls, love and hate are buried.

Finally, your funeral is the last stop in my life.