There is no time to say I love your ending.

-Jing Wan came home, her clothes were half wet, and the old maid quickly changed them for her. She changed her clothes and was still shaking. Xinzhi personally poured her a cup of hot tea. She picked up a cup of tea and took a sip before she calmed down. Xinzhi didn't ask her, but she had a clear look. He gently pressed her shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, I have everything." Thinking of the cold light in Murong Feng's eyes, she couldn't help shivering and said, "I have told my eldest brother to take the fastest boat back to America." Static wan will face on his hand, hand patted her on the back, his calm seems to have a strange magic, let her slowly calm down.

Because they don't have much time in China, they have been busy packing for several days. It began to rain again at dusk that day. Cheng Xinzhi changed his clothes and was ready to go out. He drove in again: "Dad is leaving. Bye, Dad." I can't bear to go for a ride: "Then dad will come back early to play with me." Jingwan was about to reach out and hug her daughter when the servant came in and said, "Little housewife, my in-laws called." Jing wan heard that her mother had a phone call, so she quickly answered it. Mrs. Yin said, "Jingwan, go home for dinner today. Cousin Wen Ya is here. " Static wan said, "I have something on the night of the letter. Let's go for a ride. " Suddenly I remembered, "Ah, there is an art class in the evening." Doudou is a close disciple of Li Jueran, a master of Chinese painting. Although he is young, Li Jueran has always been very strict about teaching, and he is going back to America. The rest of these courses are even more specialized. Teacher Yin also knows that he can't miss class, and smiled and said, "Then come back and spend time with Wen Ya." She hung up the phone and said, "Go home, and I'll take the children to class later." Jingwan said, "Aren't you busy at night?" The way of faith: "It doesn't matter in the future."

Jing wan changed clothes and looked at her mother with a doll in her arms. Jing Wan couldn't help teasing her: "Does mom look good?" Walking around and saying, "Nice!" Another sweet smile: "Mom is the most beautiful mother in the world." Static wan couldn't help laughing and kissed her on the forehead: "Good boy, be good at home. Mom will tell you a story when you come back from class. " Doudou loves to hear stories. Hearing this, his big black eyes could not help but light up: "That mother told the story of Snow White." Jing Wan readily promised, "OK, just tell the story of Snow White." Seeing that her hair was slightly loose, she said, "Playing so crazy again." Let the nanny take a comb, comb her daughter's hair herself, and then go out with her handbag.

She went downstairs to go out, walked out of the gate and looked back. Cheng Xinzhi stood on the terrace with her daughter in her arms. She turned around and smiled sweetly, her chubby little hands gesticulating in her mouth. Then she blew a kiss, and Jing Wan blew a kiss to her daughter with a smile. She got in the car and looked through the back window. The car has been driving slowly, only the smile is getting farther and farther, and the car has turned a corner, and finally there are no two people, one big and one small. I only see countless bright silver rain lines rustling between heaven and earth.

Jing wan returned to her family, because she and her cousin haven't seen each other for a long time, and naturally they are very affectionate. After dinner, we sat together and chatted for a while before going home. Because it was dark and rainy, the driver drove slowly. Jing Wan drank half a glass of red wine with her cousin at night, feeling warm on her face. She opened the window, and the cool water vapor in the wind was very comfortable on her face. Just out of the diagonal street, suddenly a car came at a fork in the road, closely following their car and desperately honking the horn. Looking back, Jingwan recognized Cheng Jia's car and quickly ordered the driver to stop.

Someone jumped out of the car and Jing Wan recognized that it was Cheng Yunzhi's private secretary Wu Jilan. He looked at it in a hurry: "Huei-fang, Huei-fang, something happened to Miss in the car."

Static wan feel collapsed, the whole world suddenly lost its voice. Wu Jilan's mouth is still opening and closing, but she can't hear what he is saying at all. The sky is dark red, and the ground under her feet is as soft as cotton, as if an unknown place had opened a huge hole, tearing her whole person apart. Countless cold rain eyelashes on the face, like sharp nails, are nailed into the temples one by one, forcefully inserted into the burst brains, and then stirred up. The world is spinning, and her whole body is shaking badly. The whole person is trembling, and there is no warmth in the body. She instinctively put her hand on her chest, but it seemed that the most important thing was suddenly gouged out, like gurgling blood pouring out, and severe pain surged out of it. She was shivering with cold, but there was still a trace of warmth in her chest, but this warmth was taken away by the cold wind one by one, not half at all.

Wu Jilan was afraid that she would faint. She was horribly pale and clutched the door tightly. Her slender fingers turned white because of too much force. He called out with great concern, "Fourth mistress."

Her voice trembled: "What happened to Xin Zhihe's child?"

Wu Jilan dared not tell the truth and said, "I am injured and now I am in the hospital." -

Conclusion (2)

She didn't speak all the way until she entered the hospital. When she got off the bus, she tripped and almost tripped. Fortunately, Wu Jilan gave her a hand. She was shivering, and Cheng Yunzhi stood outside the door, pale. The whole portrait is old 10 years old. Seeing her, I opened my mouth slightly, but I couldn't say a word. Her eyes crossed him and saw the hospital bed behind her.

The child lay there lifeless, his little face covered with blood. She approached slowly and wiped it with trembling hands. The blood has slowly solidified, and the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, like falling asleep on weekdays. Her voice is very light, as if afraid to wake her daughter: "son, mom is back." She picked up her daughter and held her tightly in her arms: "Mom is back." Her eyes were glassy, but her voice was gentle as water, and Xinzhi lay there quietly. His suit was soaked with blood, and his familiar eyes were equally serene. She clung to her daughter's cold body: "Good boy, Dad is asleep, too. Don't cry, wake him up. "

She reached out and tried to touch Xinzhi's face. Cheng Yunzhi couldn't stand it any longer and slapped her with a bang: "Go away!"

She walked away, still hugging her daughter tightly. Cheng Yunzhi trembled and pointed at her: "It's you! Because of you! Haha, car accident! Haha! " He laughed even worse than crying: "Murong Feng is wise, and no car accident can be made, all because of you!" "

Static wan half face irritable, but she didn't feel pain, holding the child stood up slowly, turned and walked out. Wu Jilan looked at her in horror. Seeing her eyes cold and deep, I dare not stop them. It is still raining outside. She took off her cloak and wrapped it around the child. She said softly, "Good boy, it's raining. Mom won't let you get wet. "

When the driver saw her coming out with the baby in her arms, he asked, "What about the little lady?" She snorted and said, "Little Miss is asleep." When the coachman heard her say this, he asked, "What about Fourth Young Master?" Jing Wan "hmm" again and said, "You take us to a place."

It's a long way. After a long walk, the streets are sparsely populated. I happened to see a car passing by, and the street lamp jumped out of the window, flashing bright and dark. She held her daughter tightly in her arms like a baby. She still remembers her daughter's first cry. She saw a pink face in her fatigue. She thinks this will be her eternal happiness.

There is a sentry outside the gate. When you see the car stop, you immediately signal not to stop. She pushed open the car door and got off with her daughter in her arms. The two lights at the door are as bright as day, and the beads of rain in her hair are as bright as stars. The cold wind blew the hem of her cheongsam, and her messy long hair fluttered with the wind. She asked, "Where is Murong Feng?"

The sentry was about to attack when the attendant on duty in the door recognized her and immediately called someone to meet her: "Miss Yin."

Her eyes were empty, as if she didn't see anyone: "Where's Murong Feng?"

The attendant said, "The Commander-in-Chief is very ill. The doctor said it was pneumonia. "

There was a chill in her voice: "Where is Murong Feng?"

The squire had no choice but to say, "Miss Yin, please wait a moment." Wen Xi Zhong came out soon after receiving the phone call. Seeing her appearance, I was shocked: "Miss Yin."

"Where is Murong Feng?"

Wen Xi Zhong said, "The viceroy is not here."

Static wan "oh", suddenly a captivating smile, she is as crazy as epilepsy, this smile is bright and beautiful, unspeakable beauty and moving. As soon as Wen Xizhong was away, she went straight to the point. Wen Xi Zhong couldn't stop him, so he took the last two steps: "Miss Yin! Miss Yin! "

All the way in, it is very old blue brick land. In the yard, there is a plum blossom and a begonia. Green leaves covered a corner of the house. There are many flowerpots at the end of the corridor, and there are a pair of semi-old stone drums on both sides of the moon door, on which patterns can be seen faintly ... She looks trance-like and her steps are getting more and more faltering.

Wen was extremely anxious: "Miss Yin, if you go any further, forgive me for being rude." Jing Wan smiled and said, "Wen, if you lay a finger on me, I'll ask your viceroy to skin you." Wen Xi Zhong hesitated, but she had already broken into the moon door: "Murong Feng! You come out! MuRongFeng ..... "The waiter on duty in the yard caught off guard, so two people a left a right to hold her. She struggled to raise her voice and shouted, "Murong Feng, Murong Feng ..." The harsh voice echoed in the yard. MuRongFeng although separated by several yards, but vaguely heard. Suddenly, Huo Ran sat up and blurted out, "Jingwan."

Without fear, Wen pushed Jing Wan out: "Miss Yin, the general is not here." Jingwan backhand is a slap on his chin. How dare he fight back? He just pushed hard with his hand: "Miss Yin, let's talk outside." Suddenly I heard someone behind me screaming like thunder: "Let her go!" All the officers in the entourage couldn't help hanging their hands. See MuRongFeng out, had to let go. -

Conclusion (3)

The rain rustled, and her voice was like a dream: "Pei Lin, Pei Lin, it's me, I'm back." The voice, on such a quiet night, is indescribably moving and soft. MuRongFeng see her smile like a flower, heart ached. She approached him slowly and carefully lifted the cloak in her arms: "Who do you think I will bring to see you?" The porch light shines on the child's bloody face, which is hard to hide. He couldn't help taking a step back, but she suddenly held out her hand. It turned out to be a small pistol with diamonds. He instinctively shouted at me that she had reached back to her left chest and pulled the trigger with a bang.

Warm blood splashed on his face, and he jumped out, only to hug her tightly. Her body was soft, and blood soon soaked his skirt. He just held her like a fool. She struggled to breathe, and her mouth trembled violently. He eagerly lowered his head, and his voice was even weaker than the sound of rain: "Murong Feng ... the child is seven years old this year ... she is ..." Her rapid breathing pierced his heart like a sharp knife, and he was shaking all over. She actually smiled and tried her best.

Blood dripped down his wrist bit by bit, and he was crazy.

The rain is rustling, as straight as knocking at the heart. Reminds him of a long time ago, it was late spring weather, and the yard was full of flying flocs, just like snow. Mother is very ill. He went to see her, and she was in good spirits that day. Under the south window, countless flowers flew by, and the shadows were silent, and the ball floated into the window by chance. There is only the smell of medicine in the room, and only my mother coughs twice from time to time. At that time, she was already very thin, even her fingers were slender. I asked him some words gently. He learned a little song from the guard and sang it to her. She leaned back on the big pillow and listened to him sing with a smile. Who knows, it was the first and last time her mother heard him sing.

After so many years, he never sang to others again. He said, "I really can't sing." She was adamant: "I'm leaving, and you won't even promise me such a small thing?" Although he saw her smiling, there was a helpless fear in his eyes. My heart softened and I finally smiled: "If you want me to sing, I will sing."

At that time, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, such as salting, catkins flying, strong winds in the mountains, and snow fell on them. He hugged her tightly, as if to protect her from the cold wind with his body temperature. Singing in her ear in a low voice: "When a mountain comes out of Ma Xiao Street, peach trees are planted against willow trees. Lang plants peach trees, and sister plants willows. Little sister, peach trees don't open willows. " The cold wind roared straight into the crowd, and his voice was scattered in the wind: "The river rose and drowned the rocks, and there was a high platform on the rocks. Standing on a high platform, look, little sister, little sister, why don't you come like that ... "

In the wind, countless snowflakes fall, like snow curtains woven between heaven and earth. His voice dropped gradually, and he just hugged her tightly. Her eyes were full of tears: "You must send someone to pick me up early ... I will ..."

Just say, "I'll wait for you to pick me up."

There was no light in the room, the door was left unlocked, and a chandelier in the corridor, with a faint yellow light through the crack of the door, plated a layer of light gold on the back of the high sofa. I want to come in from the outside. It took my eyes a long time to get used to the darkness inside. The rain outside the window has stopped for a long time, and the cool and humid water vapor still hits the window lattice, with the chill of autumn night. Pale moonlight through the window, as cold as silver.

In the dark, her silhouette scissors. It took a long time to speak, and his voice was hoarse: "How?"

He Xu 'an said, "Du Tong still refuses."

I was silent for a long time before I said, "I'll see him."

He Xu 'an said, "In my humble opinion, madam ... now is not the time ..."

Sincerely: "there is no time for him to say such nonsense." Since he is going to make trouble, I will accompany him. "

She was wearing a black cloak, and there was only a diamond pin at the neckline of the shroud. In the dim light, it was like a flash of tears. Her eyes sparkled in the dark. Knowing that she couldn't stop it, He Jiong had to give way sideways and whispered, "Madam, don't worry about the general, he is delirious now."

I'm afraid I didn't make a sound. The waiter has opened the double doors to the inside for her, a huge dark room. Only the windowsill shines with faint moonlight. She only vaguely saw Murong Feng sitting on the sofa and turned to the waiter: "Turn on the light!" The waiter hesitated: "The commander-in-chief won't let the lights turn on."

I really wanted to hear his answer, so I reached out and turned on the light. The sudden light made Murong Feng suddenly look up. I only saw his eyes, all red, staring at her like the most desperate beast. Her heart suddenly cooled and she didn't react. As soon as he raised his hand, the gun in his hand flashed, only to hear a few loud noises, and the light went out in an instant. It's dark at the moment, and the sound of crystal fragments falling on the lamp ring is going. -

Conclusion (4)

-I really want to let the scattered crystal fragments across the back of my hand, and my hand suddenly felt a pain. She took a few steps forward, and the crystal chandelier under her feet was shattered, while he sat there like a statue, just holding the man tightly in his arms, as if someone would take her away as soon as he let go.

In the moonlight, I really want to see him in his arms, like a deep sleep, with a smile on his face, but in the pale moonlight, this smile looks even more weird. She couldn't help shivering, and Murong Feng's low voice had already sounded: "Go away."

She didn't stop. He raised his hand and fired two shots. Bullets flew by her sideburns, and the faint smell of smoke and gunpowder was close at hand. The attendants turned pale with fear: "Madam!" She still didn't stop. He sat with his back to the windowsill, his shoulders covered with cold moonlight, as if a silver gauze covered his whole head, and mercury dripped all over the floor, while he just held the person in his arms tightly. His chest is full of dried blood, black, and his hands are full of blood, which has solidified, like a dark flower, and it is only this piece of purple in the sky. In his arms, her face was clean, as if she were asleep. He just hugged her lovingly and sat there. The moonlight outside the window slowly dripped into his arms. He didn't move, as if afraid to wake her. She slept so well, so heavy, so quietly that he could watch and hug.

After so many years, after so many years, she is his after all, and has always been his, and no one can come and take it away.

I want to say: "People are dead, what are you crazy about?"

How dare she say that? He just slapped him in the face, and he dodged and was hit hard. Tears welled up quickly in burning pain. She always thought she wouldn't cry. She raised her face, raised it again, abruptly put the water vapor back, and squeezed out a sentence through her teeth: "Murong Feng, this is karma, you actually killed Xinzhi ... you actually killed Xinzhi with ecstasy. Yin Jingwei deserved to die. Even if you sit here with her all your life, she will not come back to life. "

His chest heaved violently, and suddenly he raised his hand and threw the pistol at her. She put it aside and the gun crashed into the corner. She won't let him hurt her again. She coldly tunnel: "MuRongFeng, you bastard. There are urgent telegrams one after another on the southern line. I tell you, if you don't want this day, just sit here. "

He looked up slowly, and a smile appeared on his pale face. The smile slowly spread out and he actually giggled. Rao bold, can not help but slightly afraid. He looked up and laughed, but tears rolled down his cheeks: "The world? What am I going to do in this world now? " He raised his hand and pointed: "OK, this country and Wan Li, this country and the world, I will give it to you, all to you!"

She tried to give him a slap in the face. She didn't want his hand to be raised slightly, but she firmly blocked it. With a little effort, she was thrown away. She calmed down with anger, held the armrest of the sofa and nodded slightly: "I know what's wrong with you." Jing Wan's last words made you so crazy. The child is six years old, which has nothing to do with you. She lied to you like this just to drive you crazy. You killed Xinzhi and the child, so she said such a thing and made you regret it for the rest of your life. She can finally have such a mind, driving you to the wall, even I have to admire her. I don't care what you want now, but there is one thing. Even if you don't want everything in this world, I will never let you want it, because Jade is your son. "

He doesn't seem to hear anything, and he doesn't have to listen to anyone. He just looked down at her face with infinite lust, and his mouth rose slightly, even smiling at the last moment. She said, "Pei Lin, I'm back ..."

She finally came back, back to his arms, after so many years, so many people and things, candlelight shone on her cheongsam, and it also reflected like a rosy glow. Warm blood splashed on his face, and he jumped out, only to hug her tightly. Her body was soft, and blood soon soaked his skirt. He just held her like a fool. She struggled and gasped, and her mouth trembled violently. Her rapid breathing pierced his heart like a sharp knife, and he was shaking all over.

Her body is getting colder and colder, and the baby's little face is covered with blood. Before she died, her last smile, like a dazzling epiphyllum, lit up the whole night sky and bloomed in the darkest sky like fireworks. Numerous petals splashed down, and the silver flowers of the fire tree spilled on the earth, like a meteor shower. She slowly cooled down, and the whole world cooled down with her ... The darkness around her was as dead as death. This vague and soft darkness came up and made him fall into it. This darkness is endless. ...