If you wear it fast, you will return the scum

Jing Yilan remembered Feng Xiu's smile and his words.

Fengxiu said that everyone likes Fengying, Nie Rujiu and him like Fengying, Leng Qiangrong, brothers and sisters in Manfu, everyone treats Fengying like an eyeball and lifeblood, but he is like a weed The same, if thousands of people trampled on him, no one would take a second look at him when he walked past.

Feng Xiu is always smiling, as if she doesn't feel any pain at all.

He said, why cry in front of others, no one loves you when you cry, it will only make people look at you, I don't cry, I have to laugh for them.

But when he turned his head, there was another face, lonely and lonely, whispering authentically, but they all only saw the tears of those who were crying, I laughed so happily, they just thought I was heartless, so they No one cares about me anymore.

He suffered so much and suffered so much.Jing Yilan found Feng Xiu's face in the flooded eyes, he thought, how could he be willing, how could he be reluctant to save him at that time?

Fengying has everything, but Fengxiu has nothing.

I promised to save him, to find him, but I found the wrong person.

Knowing everything, he will make mistakes again and again, pushing him into the situation where there is no redemption.

Jing Yilan finally found his own voice, his voice was as rough and hoarse as sand and stone, he said: "Why didn't I die?"

Why did Fengxiu die, not himself?

Obviously he is the most damned one, isn't he?

The candy shop, which had been closed for a long time, has reopened, and the regular customers from the past have heard the news and come to buy candy with sugar jars.

As soon as the first guest entered, he ran out screaming in shock: "There is a dead person!"

She yelled so loudly that the guests waiting at the door immediately dispersed.

Those who are brave enough to go in, see the handsome dumb guy holding the blind boss in the corner by the counter, shaking the recliner like a child.

Seeing people coming in, the mute raised his head and glanced outside.

"Is he dead?" the guest asked.

He didn't think about what he said, and he forgot that the person opposite was a mute.

But the mute suddenly spoke, and said to him: "No, he just fell asleep, what kind of candy do you want, I'll bring it to you."

The dumb can talk, but it's really a hell of a day.The customer was startled, and ran out of the shop quickly, as if there was a ghost chasing after him.

When Nie Rujiu and Leng Fengying heard the news of Feng Xiu's death, Feng Xiu had already been buried.

The business of the candy shop has become much quieter, and it looks like a deserted place.

But Jing Yilan doesn't care, he doesn't need to rely on this shop to make money to support anyone, he stays here just to guard the memories of him and Feng Xiu.

When Nie Rujiu walked in, he found that Jing Yilan was carving wood carvings beside him.

There was a deck chair in front of him, which was empty and there was no one there.

Nie Rujiu took a closer look and found that he was using a chisel to outline a person's brows and eyes, and he recognized it as Fengxiu.

"Where is Fengxiu?" Nie Rujiu asked him.

"Buried." Jing Yilan kept moving his hands, stopped the knife, and blew on the wood carving, then continued to carve.

"Where is the burial? Let's go to worship." Leng Fengying said, "There is no funeral."

Jing Yilan raised her head and glanced at him.

"What are you doing here?" Jing Yilan asked.

He didn't hide the maliciousness in his words at all, which made Leng Fengying a little embarrassed, neither advancing nor retreating.

Nie Rujiu had no choice but to smooth things over: "Yilan, come on, Feng Xiu's death was not caused by Feng Ying, why should you take your anger on him."

"Really?" Jing Yilan smiled slightly, unable to tell what it meant, "Why it has nothing to do with him, if I hadn't given him the six-petaled golden lotus, the person who died now wouldn't be Fengxiu."

Leng Fengying couldn't help it, and retorted: "Jing Yilan, what do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting." Jing Yilan put down the wooden carving, looked at Leng Fengying with mocking and contemptuous eyes, and said, "It's just that you deserve to die for Feng Xiu."

"You!" The cold wind was full of air.

"Why, did I say something wrong?" Jing Yilan said, "The first time I saw you, I asked you if you had saved me, but you clearly hadn't, but you were vague, which caused me to misunderstand. You are always by your side, you know that Nie Rujiu and I like you, but you deliberately hang us up and don't let us understand. Nie Rujiu will focus on you wholeheartedly, I'm afraid you have put a lot of thought into it."

He looked at Leng Fengying, his gaze seemed to have formed a substance, wanting to penetrate Leng Fengying completely.

"You are really a white lotus, everyone else is filthy, but you are the only one who is not polluted, right? How does it feel to borrow a knife to kill someone?" Jing Yilan said, "Oh, there is also. Back then the two of you were taken away by my father , It was you who kept saying in front of him that he didn't intend to poison Feng Xiu, but what you said made him change his mind."

When he said this, he turned to Nie Rujiu and said, "Now do you dare to say that he has nothing to do with Feng Xiu's death?"

Leng Fengying was angry when he heard it, but he still had to work hard, he said to Jing Yilan: "I know you care about Fengxiu's death, and you think I hurt him. But just listening to other people's one-sided opinions It's too hasty for you to make such a conclusion. Besides, Fengxiu is my own brother, and I am his elder brother anyway. There is no conflict of interest between him and me, so why should I harm him? ?”

Nie Rujiu stood aside without saying a word.

"Ru Jiu and I came here to pay homage to him. I'd like to ask Da Xia Jing to open his mouth and tell us where he is." Leng Fengying said, "We have no other intentions. After we bid farewell to Feng Xiu, we will leave immediately. .”

Jing Yilan didn't seem to want to say more to him, seeing this, she just said indifferently: "The east slope of Butterfly Valley, he was buried there."

Leng Fengying got his whereabouts and left without entanglement with him.

Nie Rujiu glanced at Jing Yilan and followed.

There are mountains outside the valley, it is very difficult to climb over, only those skilled people like them dare to go alone.

Fengxiu's tomb is easy to find, it stands on the east slope.A stone tablet stands on the slope of the soil, and the mound behind the tablet is not high, it doesn't look like a coffin is buried.

Leng Fengying looked at it, comprehended, and said: "Jing Yilan showed that he likes him so much, but I think this grave is not just buried with ashes."

He said in a cold voice: "Bruised bones and ashes, you can still talk about love in this way, Fengying has seen it today."

Nie Rujiu bowed three times to the stele, he was seriously reading the inscription on the stele, when he heard Leng Fengying's words.

"Is that enough?" Nie Rujiu asked.

After hearing his words, Leng Fengying turned her head and said to him, "Why, do you feel distressed?"

Seeing Nie Rujiu's face was dark and silent, he said coldly, "I feel sorry for you, go and accompany him, wouldn't it be better to die with him."

On the surface, the two are amiable, but behind their backs they are in such a tit-for-tat situation.This situation started after Fengxiu left.Although Nie Rujiu reluctantly stayed with him, he treated him very alienated, not like treating him like a lover at all.Leng Fengying couldn't bear such a cold reception, and often looked for opportunities to quarrel with him.

"Leng Fengying, I can guess how much of what Jing Yilan said is true or false. I'm not exposing you, but giving you some fluff. But Fengxiu is dead, even if you don't like him, Show him some respect too." Nie Rujiu said.

"I respect him? What kind of joke are you talking about? Why does he deserve my respect? He is the son of a whore, and he will not be able to enter my Leng family's ancestral grave after death. Why should I treat him favorably." Leng Feng said angrily.

"Fengying, you have changed. You used to be tolerant and polite, but now you are full of jealousy and hatred, beyond recognition." Nie Rujiu sighed, obviously unwilling to say more.

"I have changed. Yes, I have changed. It was you who forced me to be like this." Leng Fengying pointed to Feng Xiu's tombstone and said, "I begged you to give me his eyes? Is it me?" I begged you to use the six-petaled golden lotus to save him, why is it all my fault now that he is dead?"

"Leng Fengying. You are enough." Nie Rujiu said in a deep voice, "I won't believe these unsubstantiated things. But when you fell into the water, you were there, and you knew that I was the one who pushed you into the water. , but has been refusing to speak out, allowing Feng Xiu to be sent away. Whether this matter is your amnesia, or your selfishness, you know for yourself."

"Nie Rujiu!" Leng Fengying lost her composure when he stabbed her sore foot, and shouted at him.

Nie Rujiu didn't want to talk to him, and flung his sleeves away.

After Jing Yilan finished carving the wind sleeve, he put it behind the counter.He picked up another piece of bamboo and carved holes in it. It looked like he was going to carve a flute.

He estimated the time in his heart, calculating how long it would take for them to come and go.

At night, after Nie Rujiu and Leng Fengying slept in the inn in Luzhou City, he closed the shop and went to visit.

Nie Rujiu and Leng Fengying are really ex-husbands who secretly resent their spouses.Even if you stay in the inn, you will have two rooms.

When passing by Nie Rujiu's room in the cold windy night, he heard Jing Yilan and Nie Rujiu's conversation coming from inside.

"Did Feng Xiu leave any last words?" Nie Rujiu asked.

"No." Jing Yilan said, "Are you leaving tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"It's okay. Staying here will only add to the sentimentality. Do you really want to continue living with the cold wind?" Jing Yilan asked, "Is it to save the promise you made to Fengying when you saved him, or do you really like him? he?"

Jing Yilan paused, then asked again: "Or is it because of his eyes?"

Nie Rujiu didn't answer, Jing Yilan said to himself again: "That's right, when I saw those eyes, I thought of Fengxiu. It's normal for you to think so."

"You worry too much." Nie Rujiu said, "We will leave tomorrow, and if I have time, I will often visit Fengxiu. I owe him a lot in this life, and there is no way to make up for it. From now on, if you encounter difficulties, just report my name. Please also take good care of Fengxiu on my behalf, and burn more incense sticks for him during the New Years and festivals."

Jing Yilan looked at him and said meaningfully: "The one you love is Fengxiu, right?"

Hearing the cold wind outside the house, he was furious, he didn't care what Nie Rujiu answered, he just walked out, looking at the direction, as if he was going to the wild.

The next day Nie Rujiu set off as usual, but he and Leng Fengying had just reached the gate when they met an angry Jing Yilan.

Jing Yilan ran over with a dark face, and immediately said: "Leng Fengying, you actually dug Feng Xiu's grave."

Nie Rujiu was shocked when he heard this, and turned to look at Leng Fengying.

Leng Fengying said with a smile: "Hero Jing must have made a mistake. I stayed in the inn yesterday and didn't go anywhere else."

Jing Yilan didn't talk to them too much, and directly dragged Leng Fengying out.Seeing this, Nie Rujiu immediately forgot about his luggage and followed them.

When they arrived at Butterfly Valley, the destroyed tomb fell into the eyes of several people.

The grave had already been dug, the stone tablet was shattered by someone's internal force, and on the loess, a jar was smashed, and there were still many gray and white embers beside it, like ashes.

Leng Fengying stood there with his expression unchanged, obviously anticipating this scene long ago.

"It's none of my business, maybe the wild beasts in the mountains did it." Leng Fengying snorted.

"Really, where were you at Xushi last night?" Jing Yilan asked.

Leng Fengying's complexion changed slightly, but he just bit his lip and didn't answer.

"The watchman who was on watch last night said that he saw a person coming out of the Baiyun Inn and heading towards the field. You came out so late, don't tell me that you came to hunt wild food in the mountains." Jing Yilan asked aggressively.

Hearing the words, Leng Fengying finally sank his face, he sneered and said, "So what if I did it, you, Daxia Jing, are allowed to burn him, and I am not allowed to raise his ashes?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped across the face.

The person who beat him was none other than Nie Rujiu.

"Enough." Nie Rujiu said.

Jing Yilan didn't pay any attention to them, but walked forward, knelt down, gathered the handful of ashes with both hands, and buried them in the ground again.

Leng Fengying covered his face, his eyes slowly turning red.

And Nie Rujiu watched Jing Yilan bury the ashes there, turned his back to Leng Fengying, as if refusing.

Jing Yilan buried the spilled ashes back bit by bit, he wanted to help the stele, but the stele was too broken, even if it was erected again, he might not be able to see it.

Jing Yilan came back and said to Nie Rujiu: "The stele is broken, I will erect another one for him in two days."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Leng Fengying, his gaze seemed to be just a quick glance, but it made Leng Fengying keep chilling.

Nie Rujiu knew he was wrong, so he had no choice but to say to Jing Yilan: "It's my fault. I will take Fengying away. As long as I live, I won't let him step into Luzhou again."

Leng Feng said angrily, "Nie Rujiu, what did you say?"

But Nie Rujiu didn't want to talk to him, grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back.

Jing Yilan turned around, looked at the lonely land, and thought of that young man who loved to laugh, a trace of sadness flashed in his heart.

He went to find Nie Rujiu on purpose yesterday, and he also said those words to Nie Rujiu on purpose when the cold wind was passing by.What he did was to enrage Leng Fengying and make him do irrational things.

If Nie Rujiu continued to have old feelings for Leng Fengying, who would avenge Feng Xiu?

Jing Yilan raised her lips slightly, but she smiled.