The seventh rule of the male god

—No matter how long you count, there is still infinite time beyond counting.

After that, Yun Changfeng never saw Rong Hua again. Later, when he met Jiang Xixue, he asked Jiang Xixue. Probably left and went elsewhere."

This is all for later.

The next day, news came from Beiping that Yun Changfeng's grandmother died suddenly of a heart attack. When he heard the news, Jiang Zhe was stunned and broke the porcelain bottle in his hand.

Steward Lu hurried up to clean up. Yun Changfeng stood aside, looked down at everything, and said in a low voice, "Father. My condolences."

On the same day, Yun Changfeng packed his things and prepared to go to Peiping. The old lady couldn't see her for the last time, but she still had to go to the funeral.

Yun Changfeng was carrying the black box, turned around and asked as he was about to leave, "Father, aren't you going?"

Jiang Zhe buried his face in his hands, and said in a low voice: "They don't think they want to see me."

Yun Changfeng didn't say anything, the driver helped put the luggage into the car, he bent down and got in, Ah Man ran out from inside, and looked at him with open eyes: "Master, when are you coming back?"

"After a while." Yun Changfeng put his hand on Ah Man's hair, and said: "Go and accompany the master, you don't need to talk, just stay with me."

Ah Man replied: "Yes."

After closing the door, Yun Changfeng withdrew his gaze from watching Ah Man running into the Jiang residence, and said to the driver, "Drive."

When I arrived at the train station, I went to buy a ticket. The earliest bus was at [-] o'clock in the afternoon. Yun Changfeng sat on the waiting area and took out a book to read. The driver stood aside and didn't know what he was doing. , "You go back first."

The driver's lips twitched: "But..."

Yun Chang did not lift his limelight and repeated lightly: "Go back by yourself."

"Yes, master." The driver responded, turned and left.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly a person rushed to Yun Changfeng's side, quickly took his book away with one hand, and said with a smile: "Do you like medicine?"

Yun Changfeng looked calm: "Anatomy."

"Pfft—" Shen Er laughed without hesitation, leaned over on Yun Changfeng's lap, picked up the book and slapped it on Yun Changfeng's chest. Yun Changfeng took the book and heard Shen Er The second gritted his teeth and said: "How dare you let me go! Damn, it's the first time in my life for the second young master of the Shen family!"

Yun Changfeng raised his eyebrows: "Did you come to the train station just to say this?"

Shen Erdao: "I was planning to go to your house to look for you. Coincidentally, I bumped into your driver on the way there. After asking, I knew everything. I must turn the car around to trouble you!"

Yun Changfeng said: "How do you make trouble?"

Shen Erdao: "Go to Peiping with you, and watch how I deal with you along the way!"

Yun Changfeng was speechless, "Are you kidding me?"

Shen Er got up and hammered Yun Changfeng's arm, and said angrily: "When did you see me making fun of you?"

Yun Changfeng put the book into the black leather case, looked down at his watch: "It's time, I'm leaving first."

With that said, Yun Changfeng left the waiting area.

Shen Er chased after him and hung half of his body on him, took out the ticket from his pocket with a smile and waved it in front of Yun Changfeng——

"I said it's not a joke, but I don't believe it!"

When they got on the train, the two of them sat on both sides of the small private room, doing their own things, but Shen Er didn't know what to do. He went to Beiping just on a whim and didn't bring any luggage. With a dissolute character, letting him relax like this is really boring, extremely boring.

Yun Changfeng raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, then casually took a book and threw it to Shen Er.

Shen Er quickly took it and opened it. It was in extremely boring French. After reading it impatiently for a while, he muttered, "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. I also became a boring person that I despise."

Yun Changfeng flipped a page of the book in his hand, and said with a smile, "You have brought it upon yourself."

Shen Er raised his eyebrows and said in dissatisfaction: "Who said that? I'm stabbing for a friend! It's an awe-inspiring style to risk your life to accompany a gentleman. Without me to accompany you, you will definitely go to Peiping alone and miserable."

When he spoke with confidence, he didn't know what guilt was. Seeing Yun Changfeng buried his head in the book and didn't answer him, Shen Er curled his lips and reached out to take the book in Yun Changfeng's hand. Yun Changfeng looked up at him helplessly, but Shen Ershao instead As soon as he closed his eyes, he put his hands on his head and went to meet Duke Zhou.

The two sat on the train for three days, and finally wandered to Peiping.

After leaving the station, the two hurried to attend Grandma Yun Changfeng's funeral.

Jiang Zhe's wife, He Lezhi, was also Jiang Yuanzhi's biological mother. She also died of a heart attack when Jiang Yuanzhi was seven years old. At that time, Jiang Zhe was attending a chamber of commerce meeting with his subordinates. Late night on February [-]th.

It was snowing that day, so death didn't seem so shocking at all.

When he arrived at He's house, Yun Changfeng went to see his grandfather first. The old man looked at him with foggy eyes, looked at his eyebrows, his eyes, and said indistinctly: "Yue'er is here... the old lady didn't even look at it." You went right away..."

Yue'er is He Lezhi's nickname. The old man is old and can no longer distinguish between illusion and reality, past and present.

Yun Changfeng stepped forward and knelt down, slowly holding the old man's hand, resting his head on the old man's knee, and softly called: "Grandpa. It's me, I'm Yuanzhi."

The old man lowered his head and looked at Yun Changfeng, as if he didn't hear what he said, or he was slowly digesting the words, and pursed his mouth childishly: "It's obviously the moon..."

Shen Er stood aside without saying a word. For the always restless Shen Er Shao, this was indeed a strange thing, but it was the truth.

Shen Ershao watched it for a while, curled his lips, then turned and left. He couldn't understand these so-called joys and sorrows. In Shen Er's world, there had never been such things. His world had always been a quarter of his life. joyous.

Yun Changfeng heard the slight leaving footsteps, without turning his head, the third aunt came over and softly comforted the old man, and then led Yun Changfeng to the mourning hall.

"Grandpa, he..." Yun Changfeng was worried. Seeing this, the third aunt shook her head and sighed, "The old man is sick. Let the old man be alone."

In the black-and-white photo in the middle of the mourning hall, there is an old man with a kind expression, his lips are slightly pursed, and his eyes are very energetic and spiritual, and he has not been buried by time.

There are many mourners coming and going in the mourning hall, all of whom were friends of the old lady. Yun Changfeng stood in front of the photo, a little dazed. He remembered that when he was a child, his grandmother caught him a hand of candy. Putting the sugar in his mouth and biting it into pieces, the craving was relieved, but then he had a toothache for several days. At that time, grandma scolded him as a glutton and felt very distressed.

When Shen Er arrived at the mourning hall, there was only Yun Changfeng folding tinfoil for use in the mourning hall. He knelt there, his expression was indifferent, and he seemed neither happy nor sad. Shen Er didn't know why, but he could feel a huge Grief came from Yun Changfeng, that kind of grief was so strong that Shen Er felt a surge of sadness from the bottom of his heart for no reason.

Shen Er stood aside, he was used to coaxing people, swearing and defrauding people with sweet words and nonsense, but at this moment he found that his three-inch tongue was completely useless.

He didn't know how to comfort Yun Changfeng, so he could only stand quietly aside.Watching that person in pain, pathos, was like watching an epic firework.

Shen Er knows that Yun Changfeng's sadness at this moment has nothing to do with the death of others, there are many things precipitated and exploded inside, as if all the depression is accumulated at this moment.

As Yun Changfeng flipped his fingers, the white clams on his wrists were vaguely revealed, and his movements were graceful and smooth—he folded another gold ingot.

Yun Changfeng's eyes fell on his clean fingers, looking at Shen Ershao, Shen Er approached him, knelt down beside him like Yun Changfeng, and looked closely at Yun Changfeng's eyebrows.

By coincidence, Shen Er's hand replaced his eyes and lightly stroked Yun Changfeng's elegant eyebrows, then straightened up, carefully held Yun Changfeng's face with both hands, and pressed his lips to Yun Changfeng's, ruthlessly. Ruthless. Suck. Suck.

There is always the danger of people coming into the mourning hall, but the two of them are like two little beasts, defending their territory, invading each other, and then ruthlessly blending together.

The old people in the black and white photos have deep and clear eyes, watching them fixedly, watching them kissing, watching them gnawing, biting, watching them bleed, watching them make love, watch them make love, see Watching them collide crazily—as if they knew everything.

Xinghan is far away, and everything is silent.