Xizhao County.

The cemetery in the early morning was filled with water vapor and cold wind, and the heart was cool.

A hunched figure appeared, moving up the steps little by little.

He walked for a while and stopped to rest, just like that.

It was only a short distance, but it took almost half an hour to walk.

Finally, I arrived at my destination.

On the tombstone, the soft woman smiled gently as before.

Jiang Jingtao looked at it deeply, tears flowing out of his eyes.

"Yingxue, Yingxue..." Sitting in front of Feng Yingxue's tomb, he stretched out his cold fingers and stroked the photo of her forever freezing her youth.

"You are still the same, but I am old." After saying that, he looked at the tombstone of Mo Jingguo next to him.

"Thank you, thank you for taking care of her."

The best time for a person is to be with the person he loves.

The best time in his life was that campus time with Feng Yingxue.

She is his most proud student, and he is her most admired teacher.

A simple, simple, carefree time just to be happy and sad for each other.

Blockade is stored in the depths of memory and can never be forgotten.

"Yingxue, I hope I can see..."

...

"God! Sir! Sir! Are you okay? Sir? My God!"

The sun rises in the early morning and spreads.

"Hey, 120? Here, here is..."

Death is liberation.

"Teacher, I like you."

The girl held the book in her arms and showed shyness on her face.

Jiang Jingtao was stunned, looking at her white face, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up.

A ridiculous and not absurd period, he fell in love with a girl and lost a girl.

This is a scar that he will never be able to get better in his life.

...

"Xixi."

"What?"

In the quiet and long period, Mo Xiran took back his gaze from the window and looked at Zhou Yanchen who was walking over.

Sitting beside the bed, he held her slender little hand in the palm.

Mo Xiran smiled, her eyebrows and eyes curled, "What?"

"He's gone." Zhou Yanchen said.

For a moment, she couldn't react.

When I realized it, the tears that fell were wiped away by my slender fingers.

Zhou Yanchen touched her hair.

Mo Xiran looked out the window again, his eyes slowly.

At the same time, Xue Suzhen also received the news.

"Yes, I am Xue Suzhen, what?"

After a long time, Xue Suzhen couldn't hear the voice of the person on the phone.

"I see."

The hand hangs down, and the phone slides to the ground in the palm of your hand.

She smiled.

He is dead.

Finally dead.

The man who had been entangled with her for half his life died like this.

Died in front of Feng Yingxue's tomb.

You only love her! Only her!

But, if you die, you can only be buried with me!

Jiang Jingtao, this is my final punishment!

Jiang Jingtao died of heart problems and was found by the administrator in the cemetery and called 120 emergency number.

But when 120 emergency personnel arrived at the scene, his body was already cold.

Preliminary judgment: die at least one hour.

During the rounds, Mo Xiran and Xue Suzhen were both contacted.

Xue Suzhen took his body away, and after cremation, she brought it back to the United States.

Just as she said, she gave Jiang Jingtao the final punishment.

That is, you can't be with Feng Yingxue after death.

Mo Xiran was still sad. Even if he had no emotional foundation, he was her biological father after all.

The same blood flowed in their bodies.

Blood ties have always been a magical thing.

The attack on the Xue family continued and did not end with Jiang Jingtao's departure.

Zhou Yanchen has already stated that if the Xue family is not destroyed, he will not stop.

Mo Xiran had nothing to persuade him about this.

On one hand, this is what she hopes for.

Clear distinction between love and hate.

Xue Suzhen indirectly killed Baijingcheng, and she would never forgive her for the rest of her life.

She can forgive everything she did to herself. It was because of her son's death, but she would never forgive this.

"flower?"

After taking the bouquet handed over by Zhou Yanchen, Mo Xiran chuckled and lowered her head to sniff, "Why give me flowers?"

Zhou Yanchen rubbed her hair, flicked her forehead with his fingers, "Discharged today."

"Can you be discharged from the hospital?" There is nothing more surprising than this. "I stayed in the hospital and was going to be ruined."

"Well, so we can go home."

Holding the flower, Mo Xiran nodded and smiled at him, "Okay, go home."

Liu Fengyan, who was standing by, was happy for them when she saw them so lovingly.

"I'll pack up."

"Mom, I'll do it." Zhou Yanchen said, and went to get the suitcase and put Mo Xiran's clothes and items in it.

Mo Xiran held Liu Fengyan's arm and acted like a little girl, "Mom, how many days are you going to stay in my house? Xiao Bao misses you, and Xiao Guai, don't you want to see Xiao Guai more?"

"You kid." Liu Fengyan touched her face, "If you don't say it, I will stay there for a few days. I'm still not very relieved about your body. I will take care of you for a while before talking about it."

Mo Xiran nodded and closed his eyes.

However, a slight tingling sensation came from my heart and mouth.

When she was happy, Brother Bai's face flashed through her mind.

The gentle face as jade cannot be removed.

That was not a nightmare, it was the scar in her heart.

"It's OK." After packing up, Zhou Yanchen grabbed the suitcase.

“Where is the discharge procedure?”

"It's done, we can go home directly."

"Um."
To be continued...