Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

A tear rolled down the young man's already dry eyes again.

But the girl's eyes were always so calm and distant. In front of the cold tombstone, she said, "You said it yourself, a cold-hearted person like me doesn't understand anything at all - just as you said, it is indeed true."

"Your brother was a rare playmate, friend, or confidant to me, so I thought that if I traveled around the world with him, I would be able to gain more of what I wanted - but unfortunately he died."

"What a pity..." the young man murmured, "He died to save you, and all you can say is what a pity..."

"What else do you want me to say? What else do you want me to do?" Ye Kong said, "The dead are dead. Even if you are in a hundred times more pain, you can't bring him back to life..."

"Is this the reason?" Yuan Ye looked at Ye Kong in a trance, hatred faintly visible in his eyes, "A person died, a person who treated you better than his own brother died for you, and at the cost of losing my last relative in the world, all I got was your indifferent "what a pity"? "There's nothing you can do about it?"

His whole body was shaking, his face was turning blue and red, and his steps were staggering as he walked slowly towards Ye Kong.

Qu Wu wanted to come over to stop him, but Ye Kong raised his hand to stop him.

Yuan Ye held Ye Kong's shoulders, stared at her and said, "You are... only making me feel that my brother's death was not worth it..."

Ye Kong smiled: "Yuan Ye, have you always felt that only if I am in enough pain can your brother's death be worth it?"

"At least..." Yuanye murmured, "At least we can't be so indifferent."

"I don't care." Ye Kong said calmly, "There will never be anyone in this world who understands me like your brother, there will never be anyone who can teach me anything without making me feel disgusted, there will never be anyone who I can regard as a teacher and brother - he died, I feel sorry, and I will be lonely for a long time. This is the maximum emotion I can give."

"To the maximum..." Yuanye repeated, laughing, "To the maximum..."

His hand fell limply from Ye Kong's shoulder.

Ye Kong went a step further, moved closer to him, stared into his eyes and said, "But what about you? Have you ever thought about why you are suffering?"

Yuan Ye looked up blankly, seemingly not reacting, but Ye Kong didn't give him time to speak. He continued in a low voice, "Are you suffering from your brother's death, or are you suffering from the fact that he died for me?"

"Yuan Ye, let me ask you..." She stared at him intently and asked, "I have never asked you this question before, because I thought it was unnecessary and the answer was yes, but now I want to know..."

She took another step closer, almost close to his ear: "If, I mean if, your brother died for you instead of for me, would you feel better?"

"..." Yuanye's eyes trembled, and he suddenly revealed an absurd and sarcastic smile, "Do you think that I am just suffering because of jealousy? Do you think I am the kind of brother who...even if he dies, I just hope that he died for me?"

"..."

Ye Kong remained still for two seconds in his miserable laughter, took a step back, glared at him and said, "If that's not the case, then why bother worrying about whether I'm suffering for him."

"Idiot." She said softly.

"Even someone as cold-hearted and ignorant as me can understand that he died so that another person could live happily. If his death would bring pain to the living person, then why would he sacrifice his life?"

She glanced at the tombstone again: "I guess you have forgotten that I once told you that your brother's last words before he died were, 'Please help me keep an eye on my stupid brother.'"

Yuanye was stunned for a moment, and it seemed that he had indeed forgotten it long ago.

Ye Kong didn't care. She stepped over the broken leaves and walked to the tombstone. "I originally thought that a hot-tempered, irritable, and arrogant idiot like you would be considered alive as long as you were still breathing, not to mention that you became the world's number one chess player. But I didn't expect that you were actually trapped by his death for so many years without realizing it."

She raised her hand and patted the tombstone, saying, "In that case, you can take his ashes away if you want, but don't come here at night like a thief."

"Come back at daybreak."

She turned to look at Yuan Ye's back and said calmly, "No one will stop us this time."

"..." Yuan Ye asked softly, "Are you sympathizing with me?"

"I never sympathize with anyone."

"Then... you won't be reluctant?"

Ye Kong curved his lips: "Even if I can't bear to leave, it's only to myself - your brother is a great playmate, I haven't met another one yet, when I'm with him, I'm always in a good mood, of course I can't bear to leave my former self who was always in a good mood..."

She stopped talking here.

"Just a playmate?"

"otherwise?"

"You... never liked my brother?"

"..." Ye Kong was silent for a moment, then said faintly, "I was only fourteen years old at that time, and there was nothing else in my mind except wild thoughts about how to have fun and keep myself alive."

"..." Yuanye's lips moved and he asked in a whisper, "Then what about Wen Can? Do you treat him the same way as you treat my brother?"

"..."

“……” Qu Wu’s eyes suddenly became strange, and after a moment he was shocked.

Ye Kong frowned for a moment and then said in a cold tone: "Are you asking this question for yourself or for your brother?"

This time the silence lasted a long time.

The wind blew in from the deep forest, bringing moist water vapor, waking the fields from their trance.

He turned around and stopped looking for answers, but staggered down the mountain step by step.

Ye Kong looked at his back and said slowly, "Yuan Ye, don't come back after tomorrow."

"Don't think about this place anymore, and don't think about me anymore."

There was no response, only a figure walking farther and farther away in the wilderness.

It was not until he completely disappeared that Qu Wu looked at Ye Kong in disbelief: "He...he did this to you?"

Ye Kong turned around and found a place to sit down, propping up his face and looking at the direction where the young man left, indifferent as if it had nothing to do with him: "It's really pitiful, isn't it?"

"..." Qu Wu murmured, "When did it start?"

Ye Kong thought for a moment and said, "When he was in his teens, he was so stubborn. He was very excited when playing chess with me, but when he saw me playing with his brother, he turned a sour face and refused to join in. He looked like an idiot, afraid that I wouldn't notice."

"…You've already figured it out?"

"I am very sensitive to other people's gazes." Ye Kong said calmly, "At that time, Yuan Ye could still be described as cute or rebellious by the world's eyes. If his brother hadn't died, maybe he could have grown up normally and realized how stupid he was in the past... What a pity."

When talking about Yuanchu's death, Qu Wu also fell silent.

The girl's eyes fell into the dark void, and she murmured, "Growing up is a great animal migration. During this migration, some children's souls will be bitten by the throat by a crocodile and dragged into the water. The original death is that crocodile to him."

"And if I hadn't seen him like this today, I probably would never have known this."

She turned her head and looked at the tombstone. "You can't blame me for this, right? I originally thought that someone as irritable and angry as him just needed to stay alive. Who knew his soul was so fragile?"

Qu Wu also sat down beside him, loosened his collar and pouted: "Of course I can't blame you. You haven't beaten him to death yet, which is already very merciful of you."

Ye Kong did not respond.

Her gaze slowly moved from the stone tablet to the half-dug pile of earth behind it. After staring at it for a long while, she suddenly let out a "puff" sound.

Qu Wu was startled and turned to look at her, only to see the girl burst into laughter as if she could no longer bear it.

She sat opposite the stone tablet, laughing so hard that she fell forward and covered her stomach.

The night was silent and her laughter echoed in the woods, sounding quite creepy.

Qu Wu got goosebumps all over her body, and she said tremblingly, "You, you, you, what are you laughing at?"

"Don't you think it's funny?"

Ye Kong pointed at the half of the mound while gasping for breath: "Although a dead person is dead, but...but when I think about the fact that Yuanchu had been dead for seven years and his grave was suddenly dug up by his brother, I...I think it's too funny, hahahaha. He definitely wouldn't have thought of this when he was alive..."

"He deserves it. Who made him stand me up? Hahahahaha. As a result, his beloved brother dug up his grave in the middle of the night. Hahahaha..."

The girl couldn't stop laughing.

Qu Wu looked numb: "So you are really holding a grudge, right? You are really holding a grudge against a dead person, right?"

·

Yuan Ye, who was walking down the mountain in a daze, bumped into Yuan Xiaoqi and Xiaocao who were walking up the mountain.

His hand was suddenly grabbed and he met Yuan Xiaoqi's anxious and tearful gaze.

"Brother! What happened to you?! Are you okay?"

Xiao Cao looked at him calmly, his face suddenly darkened, and he raised his hand to grab Yuan Ye's sleeve, saying loudly: "You had a fight with Eleven? What did you do to Eleven?!"

It was like these two words lit up my nerves.

Yuan Ye, who was originally like a wandering soul, slowly looked at the girl. Through her cold and stern face, he seemed to see another girl who never treated him well. He couldn't help but twitch his lips: "You are right, I had a fight with her, and then I pushed her down the mountain. If you didn't save her, she would probably die."

Under the shocked gazes of the two people, the young man staggered past them and continued walking down the mountain.

Xiaocao's tears suddenly welled up and she ran up the mountain as if she was risking her life.

Yuan Xiaoqi stood there stiffly for a long time, biting her lips tightly, turned her head to look at Yuan Ye's back, then looked at the direction Yuan Xiaoqi was running. Finally, she shouted at Yuan Ye's back: "Brother! I know you didn't mean it! I will definitely rescue her!"

After she finished speaking, she gritted her teeth and chased after Yuan Xiaoqi.

And Yuanye... Yuanye heard nothing at all.

He just followed his instinct and walked along this mountain road that he had walked back and forth countless times, then he was tripped by a stone and fell headfirst without any struggle.

He rolled a long way along the mountain road and lay in the grass without making any sound.

A cricket jumped across his face, and blood slowly flowed down where the cricket jumped.

The young man lay there motionless, his eyes wide open, and he could only see the rough veins on the grass leaves in the moonlight.

In a trance, he thought he heard the footsteps of the teenagers running past.

The voice mixed with the sound of tiny conversations passed by his ears, bringing his soul back to many years ago.

The mountains and fields are like a poem, with dandelions flying all over the sky in the wind.

"Xiao Ye? Don't fall asleep here, come back and sleep with me?"

After a burst of tiny sounds, the voice said with a smile: "Look, Eleven is making fun of you."

Those two words still seemed like some kind of fixed program that stimulated my nerves.

The young man's soul suddenly jumped up from his dead body. "What?! She dares to laugh at me? What's wrong with me sleeping here? Does she know what it means to use the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed? Besides, doesn't Ye Shiyi often sleep here? Why is she laughing at me?"

The girl was wearing an old T-shirt with graffiti on it. She was twisting a dandelion between her fingers. She looked at him indifferently, as if she was too lazy to argue with him, and turned her eyes away.

The boy saw in her eyes the long ash sky and the huge apple tree.

And another face that was leaning over him with its knees leaning over, looking at him, a face that was exactly the same as his, yet completely different, with a nonchalant smile.

He held out his hand to him: "Get up, go back and eat."

Yuanye felt himself reaching out his hand, and holding it with excitement and endless tiredness.

"Okay, let's eat."

The boy touched his belly and muttered, "I thought you only remembered to call Ye Shiyi, you didn't care about me anymore..."

"How could that be? You are my brother."

"Hehe." The girl next to her sneered with ambiguous meaning and took the lead to step forward.

She spun the dandelions into fluffy flutters, which were then picked up by the wind and brushed against the corners of his lips.

He felt someone pulling him, and chased after Ying Rong: "Eleven, don't walk so fast, wait for us..."

Tears flowed endlessly on the young man's face like a small galaxy.

The autumn wind was like cool water, brushing away the blood that was sliding down his forehead.

A few minutes later, the secretary, who was lost in the mountains, kicked a limp body.

He paused and slowly lowered his head.