after being terminally ill

On the day of Qiao Weiran's burial, the weather was fine.

The blue sky is clear and cloudless, the sun is warm and suitable, and even the wind blowing is cool and gentle.

Seeing the weather like this, he must be in a good mood.He has always liked sunny days.

Thinking of this, Yu Yunzhi smiled softly. For a moment, he felt that Qiao Weiran hadn't died, but was sitting beside him quietly, basking in the sun with a smile on his face.

But when he turned his head, there was no one around him.

Right in front of him, the cold coffin was buried in the ground.

So suddenly, Yu Yunzhi's heart throbbed. The pain was so sharp and severe that he could barely breathe.

But on the surface, he remained calm and unhurried, only revealing a little subtle sadness appropriately.

It was as if the person being buried was just an ordinary friend of his.

Yu Yunzhi is confident that no one will see his flaws, and his disguise has always been flawless.

But seeing the soil sprinkled on Qiao Weiran's coffin little by little, and realizing that Qiao Weiran had left him forever, he suddenly felt very tired, physically and mentally exhausted, and he felt that he didn't want to pretend anymore.

What's the point of his disguise?The person he wanted to deceive the most had seen through his true face, and made him realize that everything he had done in the past was wrong and hurt him mercilessly.

It made him realize how selfish he was before.

In fact, Yu Yunzhi has no feeling for selfishness. He is naturally cold and lacks emotion for everything. In order to achieve his goal, even if the process will cause harm, it is not hesitating for him.

But when he saw Qiao Weiran with a smile that was gentle enough to tolerate everything, he said to him: "I don't hate you, so I hope you don't feel sorry for me. After I die, you must be good and let yourself Live a happy life, you know? This is my wish, so help me fulfill it, okay?" At that time, he suddenly realized his selfishness.

Loving someone shouldn't be like him, and shouldn't be unscrupulous, even at the expense of causing harm to the person he likes.

He realizes his mistake, but isn't it a little too late?

Qiao Weiran even told him that he was not sure if he still loved him.

When he heard these words, boundless pain overwhelmed him, and it was the first time that he felt the feeling of regret so clearly.

In the next few days, he gradually realized one thing, the uncertainty Qiao Weiran said was actually an answer.

Because once a person says that he is not sure whether he still loves, then it is likely that he does not love.

After knowing what he did in the past, Qiao Weiran no longer trusted him.

"Promise me, I really want to give it to him, don't lie to me again."

——This was the last sentence Qiao Weiran left him, but it really made him realize that Qiao Weiran no longer believed in him, and probably also... no longer loved him.

He suffered so much that he was almost desperate because of this fact, but there was nothing he could do.

Because Qiao Weiran is dead.

After death, everything is empty, no matter what he does now, it will be of no avail, even if he realizes his mistakes, he will never be able to make up for them.

Yu Yunzhi looked at Qiao Weiran's tombstone, and there was his photo on it. He looked a little green, with a smile on his mouth, and looked forward gently. The place he looked at seemed like spring flowers blooming.

Yu Yunzhi looked at the photo with good eyes, and tears gradually filled his eyelashes. Suddenly, a drop of tear slipped down, disappeared into the ground, and disappeared.

He stretched out his hand and touched the photo carefully, his eyes were full of sadness and despair.

Wei Ran, why are you so cruel, you taught me how to love, but you mercilessly abandoned me and let me live happily.

How can I be happy without you?

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Song Zizhuo locked himself in the room, neither eating nor drinking, nor sleeping, but drinking non-stop.

He was still wounded, and it was Yu Yunzhi who beat him.Yu Yunzhi didn't show mercy at all, and he didn't struggle, so he was seriously injured.

But he didn't want to go to therapy at all.

Yu Yunzhi's questioning at that time still echoed in his ears: "What do you want?! Ah?! What do you want!! Do you have to watch Weiran die to be reconciled?!!!"

He wanted to say that he didn't think so, he wanted Qiao Weiran to be well.

But he couldn't speak.

Because he hurt Qiao Weiran with his own hands, he knew that Qiao Weiran was seriously ill, but he was still jealous of Yu Yunzhi being able to be with Qiao Weiran, so he gave Qiao Weiran those materials, which made his condition worse...

He was a sinner and could never be forgiven, not even himself.

He drank in silence, hoping that under the paralysis of alcohol, he could relieve the pain a little.

Faintly aware, he heard the housekeeper knocking on the door, telling him that today is Qiao Weiran's funeral.

For some reason, he suddenly shed tears.

Qiao Weiran died? ……died?

Ah, how is that possible? He was still by his side just now, and advised him to drink less, otherwise the master and wife would be worried.

Song Zizhuo smiled, Qiao Weiran was always by his side, how could he die?

……

What's more, even if Qiao Weiran died, he was not eligible to attend the funeral.Qiao Weiran would not want to see him.

The sobriety of his consciousness caused him even more pain, and he drank a few more sips of wine, pulling his consciousness back to the abyss again.

"Wei Ran, I will definitely treat you well in the future, so you have to stay by my side all the time, okay?"

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Zheng Qiying opened the letter said to be from Qiao Weiran.

The font on the letter paper is clear and clear, and the characters are like the person.

He began to read with a smile.

[My friend Qiying:

See words like meeting.

It's been a few days since we parted, and I miss you very much.You and I agreed, I have finished it, and the finished product is now in the old house. Although it has many flaws and is unsightly, it is also my hard work, so I hope you will be more tolerant.

I have always yearned for your open mind, but I can't be as free and easy as you after all.You and I are supposed to treat each other with sincerity and have nothing to hide, but I have been hiding something from you.But for now, I have resolved to tell you everything.

First of all, I should be dead by the time you read this letter.

...]

Zheng Qiying read the letter cherishingly. He was still smiling at the beginning, but the more he looked at him, the more dignified his expression became.

【...I apologize to you for my concealment.

And, it may be too nasty to say this, but you are indeed my sunshine, warming my last life, and I am sincerely grateful for meeting you.

Wishing you peace and success, and your wishes come true.

Qiao Weiran

X, X, 20XX]

After reading the entire letter, the thin page of letter paper in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties, which made Zheng Qiying feel like he couldn't even hold it.

... Qiao Weiran is terminally ill?And already dead?

Zheng Qiying's face was pale, and he rushed out in disbelief, just wanting to confirm that the news is fake at the first moment.

... But it's true, Qiao Weiran is dead, and was buried three days ago.

Still with a trace of disbelief, Zheng Qiying arrived at Qiao Weiran's tomb.

There is a photo of Qiao Weiran on the tombstone, the familiar gentle smile, like a thin needle, pierced deeply into his heart.

He had planned to go to him after dealing with the affairs in the capital.

He didn't have a deep desire for power in the first place, and now he returned only because his family really needed him.

But he didn't expect that fate is so impermanent, but in just one month's time, life and death are already separated forever.

Zheng Qiying gently placed a bouquet of bellflowers in front of the tombstone, with sad eyes, and barely pursed lips: "You have lied to me for so long, and you want me to forgive you, unless you apologize to me personally."

The cemetery was quiet, no one responded to his words, only the breeze brushed his hair and cheeks.

The smile on the corner of Zheng Qiying's mouth gradually faded and turned into bitterness.

"I haven't had time to say, I love you..."

The author has something to say:

Thank you Zuo Zuo for mine.

This time it is really over, see the new article =3=