Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 670 Talking about Junxi's Extra Story: Born to the Sun
Three months after Tan Junxi's accident.

Jiang Ye received an anonymous email.

There is only one photo in the email, which is a piece of sea, known as the most mysterious deep sea.

The photo was taken in the dark night before dawn, the sky has not yet dawned, the whole world will be gray, and the sea is sparkling.

Like that person's life, gray runs through 23 years.

There was no dawn.

Jiang Ye was in a trance, remembering that a long time ago, he seemed to have heard Tan Junxi say that.

"If I could choose to die, I would like to die at the deepest bottom of the sea."

What Jiang Ye said at that time, he forgot, it was too long, it has passed.

It turned out that from a very early age, he even chose the cemetery for himself.

Jiang Ye read this email over and over again for a long time, day and night, and saw that it was about to rot. Except for the deep-sea photos, there was no writing left behind.

Not a single word.

For myself, for him, or for other concerns.

He wanted to avenge his mother, so he deliberately ruined himself for 17 years!

He was afraid that his mother would be lonely underground, so he dared not leave her alone in the cold hell to sleep forever!

Jiang Ye sometimes wants to ask, what about you, yourself, have you ever thought about yourself?
From the coward who would cry when getting an injection, to the moment when the sea water overflowed his mouth and nose and suffocated, would he feel pain?

The original farewell, so simple.

In the early morning of a certain day, he left the place where he grew up and disappeared.

Jiang Ye lay on his back on the bed, looked at this photo over and over again, and asked out of nowhere: "Is this a relic?"

"Shall I take it and erect a monument for you..."

"You fucking die! You tell me where you died and what you did, can I still worship you? Don't think about it, I will forget you in a few days."

"Did you hear that? I'm going to forget you."

At the end of talking to himself, Jiang Ye laughed suddenly, looking at the sky above his head, there were people who looked up at their dreams again and again, until their necks were about to break, but now their throats were dry, and they paused every word, very lightly.

"So I just..." It was difficult for him to say a complete sentence, the tone was choked up in his throat, and the question was extremely calm, "Is it not worth your nostalgia?"

So what is he to him?

At a friend's gathering, while talking, someone mentioned Tan Junxi, and he sighed for a while.

"After doing the math, I found out that he is only 23 years old."

Smaller than too many people present.

Withered and died at the best age.

"I haven't even celebrated the New Year this year, and it's obviously only a month away."

"Yeah, the year hasn't passed." Sitting in the dark, holding a wine glass, Jiang Ye smiled naturally under the surprised eyes of others, and uttered a few meaningless laughing syllables, as if everything It hasn't changed, but as he talked, his eyes turned red: "I remember I gave him a criminal law pawn as a New Year's gift last year, and I planned to give him a good life for his birthday today hahahaha..."

Laughing and laughing, the whole room was silent.

There is no chance.

Not anymore.

There were still people talking about Tan Junxi's serial murder case, but most of them Jiang Ye pretended not to hear. Occasionally, when he was in a bad mood and bumped into him, he would stop in his tracks.

Jiang Ye took a puff of his cigarette, showing a sneer of contempt, his eyes were hidden by the smoke, and he couldn't see clearly.

"So what?" he said over the din of voices.

Are you talking about Tan Junxi?

His life has never been anything but tragedy.

That's it.

When I was young, the little boy was five years old, his parents died, he was always alone, beautiful but gloomy, alone, and always being bullied.

Jiang Ye was two years older than him. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply pulled the person behind him, and lazily threw a handful of candies to him: "Follow me, and I will cover you from now on."

The boy in blue and white school uniform stepped on a flower bed, and his tone was arrogant for the first time.

On campus, next to the playground, the sun is just right, blurring the eyebrows and eyes, like a faded memory.

17 years later, Jiang Ye went to the secret base where he played when he was a child. It was an old house that had been abandoned for a long time. The wooden door creaked and the dust was heavy. Still the same as before.

There used to be two people here who would run here every day after school.

Today, suits have replaced school uniforms. The man is tall, thin and straight, raised his hand and pulled his tie, stepped on leather shoes, and walked in, ignoring the dust.

In the dilapidated drawer, he found a lot of rotten candies, as well as neatly folded candy wrappers, covered with heavy dust.

Apart from him, only Tan Junxi knows about this place.

Jiang Ye thought about it for a long time, probably he gave it to Tan Junxi casually.

The other party didn't eat a single one.

He said he doesn't like sweets and hates sugar.

Jiang Ye really believed it at the time, but after thinking about it for a long time now, no one hates kindness, and no one doesn't like sweetness. Maybe it's just that they are afraid of tasting it, so they can't control it.

"Talk about Junxi."

"Be good in your next life."

Those who left are dead, and those who are alive will continue.

Jiang Ye has many friends, but he will remember the one that makes him worry the least.

He has always regarded the other party as his most important friend. During the long years of acquaintance, he has friendship, family affection and responsibility.

Fengyue has nothing to do, only redemption.

Later, Jiang Ye traveled alone. He has been to many places, seen all kinds of scenery, and also been to the sea. The mountains and rivers are vast, and the sky is bright in the distance.

The sea water gently kissed his fingertips, silent and soft, lingering and gentle, breaking the gradually rising sun.

The night is not long, and the dawn will eventually break.

...

Tan Junxi is dead, Jiang Ye said so, this person will never be found in the world.

Tan Junxi has no family members, his mother died at the hands of his father, and his father died at his hands, those relatives avoided him and looked at him like a monster.

He didn't even have ashes.

Who will miss him?

Who will remember him?
Jiang Ye erected a monument for him. There are no corpses or ashes in the tomb, only the clothes of his life.

Today is another year of Ching Ming Festival.

Shen Siyue came back from abroad and came to the mountain with a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in her arms.

The mountains are open and free, and the sky is blue in the distance.

Sky blue waits for Misty Rain, someone is waiting for him.

In front of that black tombstone, a bunch of sunflowers had already been placed. The flowers were new and someone had just visited.

Shen Siyue was stunned for a moment, looking at the bunch of sunflowers growing towards the sun, she was silent for a long time, knowing that that person had been there.

There is a bunch of sunflowers every year in front of the tombstone, and only one person will send sunflowers.

Seventy years have passed in this world.

There will always be someone to remember.

Sunflowers are born facing the sun.

And that person spent half his life, 23 years, living by death.

The wind blows.

The sun kisses everything.

Shen Siyue sighed, bent down and placed the white chrysanthemum in front of the black tombstone.

She looked around, but didn't see the man, and probably left.

Shen Siyue was wearing a plain white dress, with thin and thin body, sitting quietly in front of the tombstone, her long hair was messed up by the wind, her eyes and eyebrows were the same as before, her voice was soft but dry.

"Ah Xi...Tan Junxi, Tan Junxi..."

During those unknown years, she accompanied him, got to know him, and got to know him little by little, as a cat.

Until that day, he let her go and told her not to come back.

She had a vague premonition, maybe goodbye forever.

Shen Siyue understood that he hated her and everything, but in the end, he still didn't take revenge on the next generation for those cruel and bloody things, so he stopped.

In her heart, he is clean, and he can also be a person's light.

Shen Siyue's eyes were filled with tears, she opened her mouth slightly: "Meow."

The broken sound was blown away by the wind.

The girl in front of the tombstone disappeared, leaving only a thin and pitiful little orange cat, snuggling in front of the tombstone, rubbing its head against the edge of the tombstone.

It was late at night, and after the orange cat left, the lonely figure who had been standing silently in the distance stepped forward slightly, and finally stopped in front of the tombstone.

The man wiped the seam of his trousers with his hands repeatedly, and then stretched out his hand. Just as he was about to touch the tombstone, he retracted, his fingertips trembling slightly. In the end, only a bunch of bright orchids and a tear were left.

You are pitiful, hateful and deplorable, half your life is in turmoil and there is no way back, but why don't you look back.

Someone loves you.

The waves swept away all hatred, the deep sea buried your bones, your life atoned for all sins, you should be free.

The flowers of sunflowers face the sky, which is the trace of being born toward the sun.

(End of this chapter)