Can You Love Me?

He wanted to ask himself: Jian Zechuan, what have you been doing for so long?

He was angry, angry with a girl.

He was avoiding, refusing to admit his feelings.

He thought he was very smart, but in fact, he was very stupid. Other people's stupidity was killing him, but his was killing the woman he liked.

The third master of the Jian family, who is so great and mighty in other people's mouth, is actually... a complete idiot and a coward.

The rain from the sky was falling steadily, pattering, and the rain fell, soaking Jian Zechuan's clothes and his hair.

The rain ran down the face, into the eyes, then out of the eyes and into the corners of the lips.

For the first time, Jian Zechuan knew that the taste of rainwater was salty, astringent and bitter...

It was so astringent in his mouth that it seemed to be full of sand.

It was so bitter that he seemed to have tons of Coptis chinensis stuffed into his throat...

Jian Zechuan has never been a person who is afraid of suffering, but today, he feels that it is too bitter, and he can hardly stand up.

Jian Si watched from the side, worried in his heart.

But at this time, no one dared to come forward to persuade.

I don't know what else to say.

In front of Xin Ai's tombstone, looking at her bright smile in the photo, Jian Si couldn't help thinking, when she first met Xin Ai... What a lively person she was!

Jian Zechuan just stood there, motionless, while Jian Si and the bodyguard beside him never dared to say a word.

Jian Zechuan didn't say a word until dark: Dig it out for me.

Jian Si turned pale in shock: Third Master, you... what are you going to do?

Digging people out of graveyards, is that... madness?

Jian Zechuan's complexion was more gloomy than the sky, his eyes were gloomy, and there was suppressed madness in his eyes.

His eyes were like sharp knives, full of murderous intent: Didn't you understand what I said?

Jian Si gritted her teeth, and said even if she was afraid, Third Master, everyone... everyone is dead, and they are already buried in the ground. Let her... let her go well...

Jian Zechuan suddenly laughed, and the laughter was full of sarcasm.

Let her go well? Why should I let her go well, why should I let her go with peace of mind...

Is death a one-and-done thing?

Can you just ignore everything after you die?

Yes, she was gone, she felt at ease, but she absolutely shouldn't, when she shouldn't go, she took his heart with her.

What's the matter now, she's gone, but he's still there, standing here well, but his heart is gone.

A year ago, he asked Xin Ai if he had ever been sincere to him.

She said no.

At that time, Jian Zechuan thought that he didn't have it either, but who the hell would have thought, it wasn't that he didn't have it, he had already given it.

It's just that he is stupid and he doesn't know.

Now, she hasn't returned his heart yet, why should she leave, how dare she die!

Jian Si shook his head, Third Master...I...I'm sorry, I can't do this, I really can't...

The object of his lifelong allegiance is Jian Zechuan, his father, who followed Jian Wanjun back then until he retired.

In the old saying, he is the retainer of Jian's family.

It stands to reason that for all Jian Zechuan's orders, he doesn't need to distinguish between right and wrong, and doesn't need to care about right and wrong, he just needs to obey the orders, but he really can't do this.

Death is great, and death is safe!

Xin Ai died, she had been lying here quietly for a year, and this year was quiet for her, no one disturbed her, and the sisters snuggled up quietly.

Actually, there's nothing wrong with that.

But Jian Zechuan knew that he was here, and he refused to let Xin Ai go away so peacefully.

Jian Si couldn't make Xin Ai feel restless after his death.

But what Jian Zechuan wanted was to make Xin Ai feel uneasy after death!

Because she's been dead for a year, but she hasn't entered his dream once, so she hates him so much and doesn't want to see him so much?

In this case, Jian Zechuan thought, let her hate him even more, it's better to hate him, hate him, it's better to be full of resentment and turn into a ghost, even if he comes to her in the middle of the night to demand her life.

As long as... she is willing to see him.

The coldness in Jian Zechuan's eyes became more and more serious, and he became more and more crazy. He kicked Jian Si.

He said to the bodyguard: Bring me a shovel...

He has decided to dig this grave, but if Jian Si refuses, he will come by himself!

The bodyguards were not Jian Si, they didn't have the guts to disobey Jian Zechuan's order, so they had no choice but to take shovels and shovels.

Jian Si's blocking was useless at all, Jian Zechuan asked two bodyguards to hold him down, and he dug up Xin Ai's grave with his own hands.

The soil to fill the grave was dug out, it was already dark, and the rain was so cold that the excavated soil was soaked quickly.

There was deep hatred in Jian Zechuan's eyes, and he dug up the dirt covering Xin Ai with his own hands.

After removing the soil, a white porcelain urn was finally revealed.

In the past, the girl who held a delicate flower-like face and said brazenly, Although I have a vixen-like face, but I have a simple and honest heart, is really gone.

Living people have been burned to ashes.

Seeing the urn, Jian Zechuan seemed to lose the last shred of hope in his heart. He shook his body twice, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Master... Jian Si broke free from the bodyguard and rushed over with a shout.

Quick, send to the hospital, send to the hospital...

Jian Si put Jian Zechuan on his back and was about to run down.

The bodyguard behind hurriedly asked, Fourth brother, what about the urn?

Jian Si shouted: Pick it up and take it away, you have to be careful, don't drop it.

According to the old saying, digging someone's grave will be struck by lightning.

Now that Jian Zechuan is in a coma, he has no time to deal with Xin Ai's urn. What's more, what Jian Si thinks in his heart is that since it has been dug out, he can't be buried in such a hasty way. Naturally, he wants to choose an auspicious day and invite someone to do a ritual. to bury people back.

Jian Si hurriedly sent Jian Zechuan to the hospital. On the way, Jian Si was so frightened that his soul almost flew away, because Jian Zechuan's pulse was very weak.

Fang Ziheng immediately arranged to send Jian Zechuan to the emergency room for emergency treatment.

During the rescue, Jian Wanjun and his wife rushed over.

The old couple have been exhausted these past few days. They thought that their son would come out anyway, and they could feel at ease for the time being. They never thought that they were admitted to the hospital before this day passed.

On the way Mrs. Jian came, her eyes were red from crying. When she saw Jian Si, she hurriedly asked him, How is it? How is Zechuan?

The doctor is still in the rescue, but don't worry, madam, the third master will be fine...

Not long after, the lights went out, the door opened, and Fang Ziheng came out.

Jian Wanjun helped his wife to meet him, Ziheng, is Zechuan alright?

Fang Ziheng pulled off his mask and said, Uncle and aunt, it's okay, it's just that the stagnation in the chest hurts the internal organs. To put it bluntly... it's just... I'm too sad, but it's okay now. The blood comes out. On the contrary, it's a good thing, otherwise something will happen if you hold back your blood.