Jun Xi He Xi

After returning from success, when he entered the door, he saw He Xi sitting on the bed flipping through a magazine.She was a little surprised, this was the first time He Xi had stepped out of her own world these days.She walked over with the tray.He Xi heard the voice, put the magazine aside, and looked up at her.As if waiting.

Qiao Wenjun put the small table on the plate, and before she could start her daily persuasion, He Xi had already picked up the spoon and drank the soup in the small bowl one mouthful at a time.

Qiao Wenjun sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her, slowly curling the corners of his mouth.He Xi lowered his head to eat, but out of the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced uncontrollably at a small piece of bandage protruding from the sleeve of Qiao Wenjun's fat home clothes.Then he gulped down the food in front of him.

Chapter 77 Ending One

It was September again in Mocheng, and the rain was pattering down, and the raindrops hit the surface of the black umbrella, splashing small splashes.Qiao Wenjun took He Xi's cool hand and held the umbrella, and followed behind the hearse.

Behind them are relatives and friends who came to attend the funeral. The team composed of black umbrellas is slowly marching, and only the sound of the heels of black leather shoes landing can be heard.Workers in the cemetery, wearing raincoats, stood beside the dug grave, waiting for the arrival of the coffin.

He Xi's eyes were a little out of focus, and he followed Qiao Wenjun forward blankly. The square heel leather shoes stepped in the puddle, and a few mud spots appeared on his fair calf.She was wearing a black pleated skirt and a black trench coat.Qiao Wenjun was wearing the same windbreaker and a pair of black pencil pants.On the hands held by the two, two rings shone with silver light.

The coffin fell down bit by bit, and Qiao Wenjun tightened He Xi's hand.

After the funeral, Qiao Wenjun took He Xi to the passenger seat and put her on the seat belt. He closed the door and was about to get in the car from the other side, but was stopped by Li Huan. Although Li Huan likes He Xi very much, she also needs to support herself. She told Qiao Wenjun that if He Xi still wants to film, she can wait, but if He Xi can't get back on track in a short time, she will pick up other artists.

Of course He Xi wants to make movies, which is probably the thing she loves the most besides Qiao Wenjun, but now that their affairs have been exposed, the resources He Xi received will definitely drop a few grades, and even if He Xi barely supports it As long as I work normally, if there is any disturbance in the future, I am afraid it will become the last straw.

Qiao Wenjun didn't hold an umbrella, and some cold rain hit her face. She missed He Xi's voice very much during this time.

"We are going to immigrate. Sister Huan, you don't have to feel sorry. You also understand that filming in Xiaoxi's current situation is simply an extravagant hope. I will accompany her to treat her well, whether it is a year or a few years. No matter how she used to be, I will stay with her. This is our life, our purgatory. It has nothing to do with others."

Li Huan looked at Qiao Wenjun's thin cheeks. The girl's face was full of exhaustion. He sighed and stepped forward to hug her gently.

The golden age of an actor is only a few years. After that time, sooner or later, people will forget it. Even if He Xi spends a few years to control his illness, it will be difficult to return to his current position.Li Huan once had high hopes for He Xi. She felt that this girl should stand in the spotlight and be the focus of attention. Li Huan remembered her love for acting and her hard work in filming.But now, she can only watch the star fall, helpless.

Qiao Wenjun brought He Xi back home, and Yuan Xue sent over the real estate information she had looked at a few days ago. Qiao Wenjun picked the one that best suited He Xi's preferences and bought it.The immigration procedures were complicated and complicated. Half a month had passed since the submission of the application, and there was still no news. Qiao Wenjun was in a hurry to take He Xi to MJ for treatment, so he simply applied for a tourist visa and booked an air ticket for the second day of the funeral.

He Xi was sitting on the bed flipping through a novel, while Qiao Wenjun spread the suitcases of the two of them on the floor and was busy packing them.She only brought a little clothes and necessities for herself, but the things for He Xi took up two whole boxes.

I was looking through a dozen business cards in the drawer, looking for a cleaning company to clean the house regularly when they were not at home.This kind of business card seemed to be seen everywhere when it was not in use, but at this time she couldn't find it anywhere. She stuffed back the pile of papers in her hand and opened the second drawer.

"Junjun."

Qiao Wenjun thought he was hallucinating, so he raised his head suddenly and looked at He Xi in astonishment.

"Junjun, I want to eat Yuji's dim sum."

Even if He Xi said that she wanted to eat human flesh, Qiao Wenjun would immediately cut off a piece.She thought He Xi wanted to eat her favorite food again before leaving Mocheng.

"Okay, I'll go buy it now, can you stay at home by yourself? I'll ask Li Xuetong to come and accompany you?"

He Xi actually laughed,

"How old am I, and besides, Xuetong is pregnant now, so you are ashamed to trouble others."

Qiao Wenjun foolishly followed her to laugh, and He Xi smiled even more happily, standing on the bed and hugging Qiao Wenjun's neck, the familiar warmth of the breath lingered around her, she greedily took a deep breath,

"Junjun, I love you."

"I love you too."

Qiao Wenjun's answer was as fast and firm as before.She took her coat and went out, looked back before closing the bedroom door, and He Xi sat cross-legged on the bed and waved goodbye to her.

After Qiao Wenjun left, the smile on He Xi's face slowly faded, replaced by bitter tears.She heard the conversation between Li Huan and Qiao Wenjun.Since when did I become a heavy burden, dragging Qiao Wenjun down an inch, her gentleman is obviously so good, and obviously still has a bright future, but now so many years of hard work have been in vain, and she even has to accompany her This burden of myself is living in torment.

Qiao Wenjun bought He Xi's favorite snacks before Yuji closed. On the way back, it was the evening rush hour. Looking at the long motorcade in front of him, he pointed his fingers on the steering wheel anxiously.

When she finally rushed back to Bishui, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.The sky darkened, and the small building was also in darkness. Qiao Wenjun went upstairs with a snack, but there was no one in the bedroom, and there was the sound of water ticking in the bathroom beside him. Qiao Wenjun was a little puzzled, and opened the door.

Tick ​​tock, blood pooled on the floor, tick tock, Qiao Wenjun's world shattered.

She didn't know how long she stood there, her legs were numb.Still hoping it was just a nightmare.

Qiao Wenjun didn't know what happened afterwards. The last scene in her mind was that the world in front of her suddenly turned upside down and finally turned into darkness.

When she woke up, she was lying on a hospital bed in the Third Hospital. He Jinnian handed her a letter and walked out.On the letter paper are familiar notes.Qiao Wenjun's fingers trembled when he opened the envelope, and the phone that He Jinnian turned on rang. The ringtone was He Xi's favorite rose.

{Where are you Rose}

Junjun, don't cry.

{You always like things you can't grasp}

I went to a better place.

{please don't cry}

I know that I am standing in the abyss, and I know that you jumped down without hesitation.

{We only have a bunch of youth left}

But it shouldn't be like this, we shouldn't be like this.

{Weaved Memories}

I know my choice is like a coward, but it is also a relief.So, agree to my last willful request, okay? You have to live a good life, eat well, sleep well, and treat illnesses and save lives well.

Ah, it's a pity to think about it, we haven't even been able to take a look at our new home.Go and take a look for me, okay, take a break, go see Sister Yuan Xue, have a chat with her, and then, seal up all the memories about me, let them start to turn yellow , become very old, I may not be the one who can accompany you for a long time.

Finally, sorry, I love you.

He Xi

Qiao Wenjun's vision was already blurry, fearing that the letter paper in his hand would be stained with his own tears, he carefully folded it up and put it back in the envelope.

You are the south wall I bumped into without hesitation when I was young, but in the end it was still a dream of Huang Liang, and I was happy for nothing.

After being discharged from the hospital, Qiao Wenjun was so normal that it was unbelievable. She seemed to have changed back to the person she was a few years ago. She would talk to He Jinnian and laugh with Li Xuetong.Even though she emphasized in every possible way that she was fine, the people around her were still a little uneasy.

She cut off her long hair again.

She bid farewell to everyone, took He Xi's ashes, and went to New Zealand.

Yuan Xue took her to the villa to resettle. The villa has a big yard, not far away are forests and lakes.She moved her luggage in. After Yuan Xue went to MJ, Yuan Xue changed a lot. The straight hair that was originally rigid and tied behind her head became a shawl wave, and the black-rimmed glasses were replaced with invisible ones. Wear decent makeup.From the airport to her office, no matter how Qiao Wenjun spoke, she didn't say a word.

Qiao Wenjun took a few newspapers from the table and lay down on the soft treatment chair. Yuan Xue put on a white coat and sat on the swivel chair.

"Qiao Wenjun, stop pretending."

During these days, everyone thought that Qiao Wenjun's calmness was a precursor to a mental breakdown, and she covered her face with newspapers.

"I've said it eight hundred times that I'm really fine."

"You're not good."

"I'm very good."

"I told you that you are not good."

"I said I'm fine!"

Qiao Wenjun tore off the newspaper and threw it away.

"Don't disturb your work, I'll go back to sleep for a while."

Yuan Xue didn't answer, Qiao Wenjun walked out.

She stayed in the villa for a few days, slept well every day, ate meals on time, and even submitted her resume to nearby hospitals and research institutes.

On February [-]th, the country probably started to snow again, but it was summer here.In the morning, Qiao Wenjun ate breakfast and went to the lake along the path. This was the first time she came here. The grass by the lake was lush and fragrant, and the lake water became colorful under the sunlight.She sat by the lake and looked at the scenery in front of her. She got up and walked to the lake, and opened the lid of the urn in her hand.

The dust drifted away with the breeze, blending into the picturesque scenery in front of me.

"Junjun, when we grow old, we will learn from that little crab and find a small quiet place to stay together, okay?"

"It's okay, Junjun, I'm here, I've always been here."

"Qiao Wenjun! Do you want to marry me!"

"Junjun, I love you."

After He Xi left, she has been obedient, eating well, sleeping well, and living well, but at this moment, she couldn't help crying loudly, every cry was heartbreaking, as if she had exhausted her strength, she knelt on the ground On the grass, on the earlobe is a small star earring.

Yuan Xue returned to the office after lunch.When she opened the door, she saw that there was already someone in the room. Qiao Wenjun was leaning on her desk, with her long legs on the ground, her hands clasped tightly, and her head bowed.

After hearing the sound of Yuan Xue entering the door, she lifted it up slowly, and Yuan Xue met a pair of red and swollen eyes full of pain,

"I'm not good."

The author has something to say: This ending may be difficult for you to accept, but this ending is indeed what I thought when I first conceived this article, so I still wrote it.But during these two months, I also hoped that He Xi and Qiao Wenjun could have a happy ending, so I decided to write two different endings.I have never been quite sure what kind of category my writing should belong to. I think it is too absolute to say tragedy or he, so I chose drama in the end.There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. The characters I write are not perfect. They all have their own shortcomings. Just like {Newton's third law}, no one is all darkness, and no one has all the darkness. Light.Ah, I accidentally talked about it again. I read your comments carefully. Knowing that someone is reading what I wrote is really a big encouragement.I will try my best to persevere and slowly write out all the ideas in my mind.Because I feel that my writing is not very good, so I have no plans to sign a contract for the time being. I will not get a penny from these words, but I really saw a lot of warm comments during this period. In short, this article This is the end, thank you very much for your company during this time, I have already started the next article, and I will post it when I have accumulated tens of thousands of words.See you in a while.

Chapter 78 Ending Two

It was September again in Mocheng, and the rain was pattering down, and the raindrops hit the surface of the black umbrella, splashing small splashes.Qiao Wenjun took He Xi's cool hand and held the umbrella, and followed behind the hearse.

Behind them are relatives and friends who came to attend the funeral. The team composed of black umbrellas is slowly marching, and only the sound of the heels of black leather shoes landing can be heard.Workers in the cemetery, wearing raincoats, stood beside the dug grave, waiting for the arrival of the coffin.

He Xi's eyes were a little out of focus, and he followed Qiao Wenjun forward blankly. The square heel leather shoes stepped in the puddle, and a few mud spots appeared on his fair calf.She was wearing a black pleated skirt and a black trench coat.Qiao Wenjun was wearing the same windbreaker and a pair of black pencil pants.On the hands held by the two, two rings shone with silver light.

The coffin fell down bit by bit, and Qiao Wenjun tightened He Xi's hand.

After the funeral, Qiao Wenjun took He Xi home. Ever since He Xi was willing to eat, Qiao Wenjun felt that she was in a better mood. As long as she was willing to face the outside world, she would not be immersed in sadness and would not be surrounded by darkness. engulf.

A few days ago, Yuan Xue sent the real estate information for her to look at, and Qiao Wenjun picked the one that best suited He Xi's preferences and bought it.The immigration procedures were complicated and complicated. Half a month had passed since the submission of the application, and there was still no news. Qiao Wenjun was in a hurry to take He Xi to MJ for treatment, so he simply applied for a tourist visa and booked an air ticket for the second day of the funeral.

He Xi was sitting on the bed flipping through a novel, while Qiao Wenjun spread the suitcases of the two of them on the floor and was busy packing them.She only brought a little clothes and necessities for herself, but the things for He Xi took up two whole boxes.

Yuan Xue picked them up at the airport and drove them to the villa. The villa has a big yard, not far away are forests and lakes.They put their luggage in, followed Yuan Xue to MJ, and He Xi started treatment. She saw the doctor once a week, and wrote down the negative thoughts she had when she felt negative emotions in a notebook according to the doctor's instructions. Eat yào on time and try to communicate with Qiao Wenjun.

Qiao Wenjun was like a mother teaching a newborn baby to babble, rejoicing at He Xi's little progress.

With the progress of the treatment, He Xi gradually recovered. Although the cure has not been completely cured, there are occasional smiles on her face. Qiao Wenjun also took her around often according to the doctor's instructions. In this fresh environment Slowly blend into the crowd.

On February [-]th, the immigration procedures were completed. He Jinnian, Yuan Xue, Li Huan, Ji Zi, Fei Yu, Qiao Zhenting, Wu De, and Li Xuetong, who could only use the tablet in Wu De's hand because of pregnancy, sat in the church. Sitting on the chair, I looked at He Xi who was wearing a white gauze with a bouquet on the stage, and Qiao Wenjun who was wearing a black suit opposite her.

After the white-haired priest in black robe finished speaking the last word, the two hugged each other tightly.

J\'ai envie de vivre avec toi, I long to live with you

J\'ai envie de rester avec toi, I long to be with you

Toute la vie,