After I die, I become the white moonlight in your heart

Yanhui stayed in the manor until the end of the year. Jiang Xu couldn't come back on the New Year's Eve, and he was so busy that he didn't have time to talk to him on the phone.

It seems that people who live a beautiful life don’t have time to enjoy it all the time. At least Jiang Xu’s life has been smooth since he was born, but after all, he has to spend more time and energy than ordinary people on the things he has to bear. There is no time to rest for a whole year, and it is not easy to earn those squandered money.

The card Jiang Xu gave him is still in the apartment, and the balance has not been touched. The card must be returned to the original owner, and he does not want to take any of Jiang Xu's things now.Yan Hui planned to liquidate his remaining assets another day. Even if it was not much, it would be good to donate it to him as a gift for his next life.

Yan recalled a lot, including things that can be done before death, things that may happen that may happen after death, life and death, in his current state of mind, thinking about these things is as normal as the daily need to drink water and eat. No matter how normal it is, it is natural to think about it all a few times.

Auntie has never seen a young man who can sit still like Yan Hui. At the beginning, it was fine for a day, two days, a week, two weeks. She took care of the person for almost three months. Yan Hui stayed in the big villa for a day every day. She was still worried about letting the other party go out, and now she advised him to go out for a walk every day if he was in the mood.

Yan Hui said to her, "It's quiet in the house, and I don't want to go anywhere."

There is simply Zhao Cai by my side, the budgerigar is lively and jumping, and my aunt likes to talk to it, like a joke, the little thing has aura and is easy to like.

In the third week of the new year, Xu Chongming came to visit Yanhui, and by the way, personally handed over the things Jiang Xu asked him to bring back to Yanhui.

Others gave Jiang Xu the suet white jade as a gift. Jiang Mingyue said that he wanted a piece of Jiang Xu but didn't give it to Jiang Xu, so he handed it over to Xu Chongming and asked him to get it.

Xu Chongming said: "He is so busy, he was still having dinner with the people from the municipal party committee yesterday. I guess when the project in Danyang City is stabilized, he will have time to accompany you when he transfers it to someone else."

Yan Hui didn't have any mood swings when he heard it. It's hard to find good jade. There is no shortage of stones that have been in Jiang Xu's hands for so many years. He put the things beside him, his eyelashes were long and low, and he leaned on the recliner It's like an empty shell inside.

He didn't want to talk too much with Xu Chongming, and when he sent him away, he felt that there would be no chance to see him again in the future, so he said, "Do you still have any impression of what I told you before?"

Xu Chongming thought for a while: "You mean Song Ran? This kid is very competitive. Although I don't understand opera, he has good stubbornness and resilience. With me around, no one will bully him."

On the way, Xu Chongming still felt a little strange, but he couldn't figure it out for a while, and when Fa Xiao asked him to drink again, Xu Chongming was quite big-hearted, so he didn't think about it anymore.

Yan Hui saw Jiang Xu again three days before the Spring Festival, the driver came to pick him up to the airport, and flew back to Jiang Xu's ancestral home with Jiang Xu to stay for a while.

When he saw Jiang Xu, he was a little dazed, and when he was embraced by the other party, he felt that this person's breath was unfamiliar.

After several months of fighting in the business field, Jiang Xu's eyebrows and eyes were full of sternness. Compared with his previous graceful demeanor, the change in temperament made him hesitate a little, and he waited a few minutes before accepting Jiang Xu's oppressive kiss on his lips. .

Jiang Xu picked him up and put him in his arms: "Why didn't Auntie make you fatter?"

Yanhui did not object to Jiang Xu's treatment of him. At this moment, his body and spirit were completely separated from each other. Jiang Xu kissed him. Yanhui calmly felt the cold response from his body until Jiang Xu let go and frowned.

The clothes on his body were a little messy, Jiang Xu dialed them casually: "Why is there no response."

Jiang Xu was a little distracted, and Yan Yan looked back with a clear and cold look. Nothing is more disappointing than holding a person who is cold and individualistic. Jiang Xu took him away: "Haven't your body recovered yet?"

Yan Hui's expression was suddenly extremely tired: "My ears are so noisy."

He hadn't looked at Jiang Xu seriously for a long time, and for the first time, even Jiang Xu couldn't see through the emotion contained in his eyes: "Hold me once."

On the way to Jiang's ancestral home, the driver drove the car smoothly, Yan Hui almost pressed his face against the window glass, Jiang Xu seemed to be punishing him for his indifference just now, the car window slammed, and it was almost at the ancestral home that Jiang Xu was killed. Xu carried him out, and Jiang Xu took him directly to the upstairs room to rest.

The old lady said, "Didn't you know how to control yourself just after you came back?"

Even if the old lady turned a blind eye to Yan Hui's existence, she couldn't accept Jiang Xu's blatantly bringing people in.

Jiang Xu said: "They are all back, if you have something to say, tell them."

The only busiest time in the ancestral house is the few days during the Spring Festival. The old lady likes to be popular in the house, and she doesn't want to sleep when she sleeps. If there are not young people who stop her, she is ready to watch the new year with them.

Yanhui received several big red envelopes in a row, and Jiang Xu gave him a new car with the car keys directly.

The old lady said at the reunion banquet that it is better for young people to be energetic, but she felt that Yanhui was inactive during the Chinese New Year.

Yan Hui didn't pay attention to whether Jiang Xu spoke for him, he lived in a drowsy state for a year, the ancestral house set up a stage for several nights in a row, Yan Hui followed him, and the younger generation of the Jiang family sat together regardless of whether they could understand or not .

After all, the old lady thought that it was one thing to miss the old man, but her inborn vision made her think that actors are just actors, and it is okay to let them sing occasionally, but it is not worthy to let them in.

The only person sitting in the audience was Yan Hui who was born in opera, even if he stopped singing now, the old lady still couldn't change her opinion of him.

Yan Hui straightened his waist and said in a hoarse voice: "Everyone eats according to his ability. If you really want to look down on this and look down on that, there must be so many emperors in today's society."

One sentence made the old lady unwilling to talk to her again, and her good mood was ruined.

"Jiang Xu, take good care of people."

Back upstairs, Jiang Xu hugged him tightly with a smile: "Why did a thorn grow out of nowhere today, and it stuck on the old lady."

Yanhui glanced at his face, showing a little impatience towards Jiang Xu.

"Noisy."

The noisy voice not only echoed in the ears, it had already filled the whole mind of the goose, and the anxiety and low disgust emotions that scratched the lungs would skyrocket at night.

Want to get rid of this feeling completely.

He couldn't push Jiang Xu away, but let the other party suppress him, and the man's eyes gradually showed danger.

Yan Hui was too thin, Jiang Xu felt his hands squirm every time, as if a little force could break people apart, and Yan Hui buried his head in silence, Jiang Xu felt irritable after seeing that unhappy face several times.

Jiang Xu turned over and completely enveloped the goose, like a wolf's teeth on the throat of the prey: "Call."

The more unhappy Yan Hui looked, the more ruthless Jiang Xu became.

Touching Yan Hui's wrist, Jiang Xu asked, "Where are the bracelets?"

Yan Hui knew what he meant, subconsciously flinched: "I didn't wear it."

Jiang Xu loosened his hand on his chin, and then patted it: "You are not allowed to pick it off in the future, be obedient."

Yan Hui's uncooperative body swept away most of Jiang Xu's interest, when he went to the bathroom to wash, Yan Hui raised his hand to cover his eyes, his physical tears flooded uncontrollably, his face soon became hot.

During the week of staying in the ancestral house, Jiang Xu changed his way every night. Teng Yanhui, they hadn't been in touch for a long time, and a week to Jiang Xu was like an appetizer.

Yan Hui was too tired, until that night because of lethargy and fell asleep during the process, Jiang Xu got up from him with a bad face, saying that hugging him was no different from hugging a mummy.

"Jiang Xu," Yan Hui's voice was so hoarse, Jiang Xu stopped outside the door, and he said, "How long have you not really seen me." All he was left with was the back, and he didn't know it was himself Changed or Jiang Xu changed, or they didn't change.

"Why don't you let me go..."

Jiang Xu turned his head to look at the skinny person, and had to admit that even though Yan Hui lost a lot of weight, haggard has a unique morbid beauty on some people, which stimulates people to inflict abuse.

Jiang Xu's tone was cold: "put away your thoughts, and don't expect Xu Chongming to help you."

Yan Hui bent his fingers: "...I can't even leave."

If you can't leave, can you die?Even if Jiang Xu's methods are terrible, he can't take him away from the death god. There are too many illusions in his mind, and he is not surprised when this idea flashes across him.

Jiang Xu's New Year's was not going well. There was an accident at the new real estate that killed people. It was not only him who was involved in the accident during the holidays. Jiang Xu left without stopping, leaving an assistant to take the geese back to Danyang City.

Before he was sent back to the farm, he asked to go back to his apartment and packed up some of the outfits that his master had left for him.

The small apartment where he lived for several years was covered with dust, and he had the sweetest memories with Jiang Xu in this apartment before, and he couldn't even think about it.

Yan Hui forgot too many things, his memory degraded along with his body's functions, and he went to the doctor alone to prescribe medicine.

However, in order to let the aunt explain, Yanhui still takes medicine every day, and when he forgets, he will take a lot at once.

In the eyes of outsiders, he just behaved more dull than ordinary people, maybe because he was in a bad mood, but when he figured it out, he would be much better.

Auntie didn't know how severe Yanhui's depression was. When the seasons changed, he became very ill, his memory deteriorated, his body throbbed, he couldn't sleep day and night, and he wanted to be relieved all the time.

From February to the end of March, Jiang Xu came back to see him three times, and each time he stayed for a short time. Yanhui realized that Jiang Xu and Su Yue Baigao seemed to be in touch again, which was right when he thought about it. With a dry corpse, Su Yuebai is no worse than he was when he was young. It is normal for Jiang Xu to be nostalgic. Anyway, it is just for fun, but this time Yanhui can't even shed tears.

Not long after the beginning of April, what made Yan Hui really painful and frightening was that he found that he could not understand the opera. He brought the old-fashioned tape player from the apartment that he had been with him for many years, holding it every day like a baby. Countless dramas.

Unable to understand, Yan Hui was slow to realize that many cognitive things were being stripped from his brain, obviously learned since childhood, but now there is not even one left.

Song Ran came to visit him, but Yan Hui didn't let him see him.

On weekends, he asked his aunt to help him contact Xu Chongming, and asked Xu Chongming for the third time to be Song Ran's backer. Chu Yuan was still there, and his wish was fulfilled.

The master asked him to support Chu Yuan, and Yan Hui dedicated all of his selflessness to it, and Chu Yuan stayed behind.Jiang Xu taught him to cry and laugh and taught him to live for himself. When he really had selfishness, he realized that it was not up to others to live a happy life.

It was a sunny day, and my aunt went back to see her husband during the day off.Yanhui took a large amount of medicine and lay there on the open-air balcony for the whole morning. Taking advantage of the strongest light at noon, he went back to his room and changed his outfit.

Yan Hui forgot a lot of things, but his body combed his ancient costume hair like clockwork, wearing a wishful crown, a water jacket, a collar, and a fish scale armor.

He had a dream, and nothing changed in the dream, and when he woke up, the huge gap and despair could not fill the void in his heart.

Yanhui dialed Jiang Xu's cell phone number with trembling fingers, and the secretary answered him for him. The official tone made him speechless.

He spoke slowly: "Forget it, you tell Jiang Xu, I won't wait for him," paused, "I'm Yanhui."

He is Yan Hui, not the poppies who captivated Jiang Xu's eyes when they met for the first time eight years ago, nor the thorny rose that Jiang Xu wanted to break off.

Yan Hui sat until evening, the curtains in the room were all drawn up, the afterglow spread throughout the room, and the bedroom doors were all locked.

He was sitting in front of the mirror, with the hunting gun that had been hidden in the room all the time by his hand.

When the first gun went down, Yan Hui showed a long-lost smile, and after the second gun, he looked decent in front of the mirror.

The moment the bullet hit his body, Yan Hui felt the pain attacking his whole body. The blood gradually stained his body like a red rose blooming in the setting sun, and his outfit also slowly turned red. Wherever it started, it would end there.

For him, this is just a natural death trend, his mind is empty, he will not feel extremely tired and depressed, the pain in the body has disappeared, and the brain with memory degradation has also been released. relief.

Not for the master, not for Chu Yuan, not for Jiang Xu, but only for myself.

The blood-colored rose quietly melted in the afterglow, and it was getting dark.

The author has something to say: the whole chapter is to be edited, thank you everyone.

The next chapter will be V Liao, it is not easy to write, I hope my friends can support the original version, thank you with tears.