fifth year of divorce

On the day of Jiangling's funeral, the weather was gloomy and rainy.

There was dead silence everywhere.

I don't know if people's luck and nature are connected to each other, otherwise why is it so appropriate.

Anti-cyber violence has been trending on Weibo for several days. People always want to do something to vent their grief and anger, and the way to oppose cyber violence is to target cyber violence at another person.

I have thought, will such evil deeds disappear because of the death of Jiang Ling alone?

Obviously not.

The superior benefits of our industry, if we don't experience a few more cyber violence, and one or two people don't die, wouldn't it be too cheap for us.

There are laws to judge real criminals.

Even if morality is lost, there is still room for defense.

And in the end we can only die in the overwhelming abuse.

Shouting and beating while alive, singing praises after death.

Such things, they have done not one or two things.

No one dares to argue for this, because he is not one person, he is countless people.

I also want to do something, my mind is full of evil thoughts and criminal factors, eroding my sanity every day and night.

When the hatred is deep, the heart of murder is there.

When Chen Nian came, the room was full of alcohol, I am an adult and indeed I shouldn't use drinking to vent, but I was really uncomfortable, I couldn't find a way to vent other than alcohol paralysis.

When she opened the door and came in, I was already sober, and she looked at me with red eyes.

I have been staying at home these days, and the curtains have not been drawn, so there is no light at all.

"Teacher Qin is very worried about you..."

I don't know if Qin Weizhi has called or not these days. I don't even know where I left my mobile phone. It may have been lost on the way to find Jiangling that night.

With a hoarse voice, I stretched out my hand to light a cigarette, and leaned back on the bed, "Just call Brother Qin and tell me I'm fine. Grandpa just left and don't let him distract me..."

I stretched out my hand to start the fire a few times but failed. I thought I was a very elegant person before.

But now, I hold a cigarette between my thumb and forefinger, frowning when I can't light it, and when I finally light it, I light the cigarette and throw the lighter aside.

Elegance is nothing.

Chen Nian wanted to come forward to smoke the cigarette in my hand, but seeing my cold eyes, he didn't dare to come forward.

"Today is Jiangling's funeral."

I didn't say anything, I asked Chen Nian to help his parents organize Jiangling's funeral, I didn't participate, and people in the circle rumored that Jiangling and I were at odds.

Otherwise, my best friend died, and I never saw me shed tears, nor did I post any eulogy, and netizens would criticize me.

I don't care, and I'm not afraid of them.

"are you going?"

I didn't want to go, but I still quickly smoked a cigarette, stubbed out the cigarette butt, "Go."

I stood up and staggered, Chen Nian reached out to support me, the dizziness after a hangover made me a little nauseous.

"Shall we go after breakfast?"

I shook my head and suddenly remembered something, "Where's Jiangling's cat?"

"You asked me to pick up the cat that day. I saw that you were not in good condition, so you put it in my house first."

I pursed my lips and licked my dry lips, "Send it here, I will take care of it."

"Aren't you afraid of cats, can you do it?"

"I'm not afraid."

Chen Nian didn't speak any more.

There were a lot of people at the funeral, almost half of the people in the circle went. These people didn't say a word for Jiang Ling before his death, but now they come to express their condolences, which is a bit ironic.

I didn't have time to take care of them, and I didn't go up to them, standing in a corner.

I was wearing a black suit. I hadn't seen the light for a few days, and I was holding a black umbrella handle with clear bones and glowing white.

I looked around, there was no media at the funeral, no one could do it except Zhou Yan, but he didn't attend the funeral.

I didn't come just right, and I didn't know what I would do when I came.

The posthumous photos at the funeral were the ones I selected after selecting them one by one.

In the photo, Jiang Ling smiled softly.

I don't know if it's because he's young and old, or because he doesn't think there's anything that makes him happy, Jiang Ling rarely smiles.

I blocked half of my sight with an umbrella, and couldn't look directly into Jiang Ling's eyes, holding my breath for fear of losing my composure at the funeral.

"Xiao Xie?"

I raised my eyes and looked sideways at Jiang Ling's parents.

Jiang's mother's eyes were swollen and she didn't know how many times she had cried.

It is said that people have compassion, but I can't feel any pity when I look at them.

I nodded lightly, "You guys are mourning."

Jiang's mother turned around and began to cry uncontrollably. She was comforted for a long time before she stopped crying.

I can't empathize with the pain of losing a child, but we should share the same heart for losing Jiangling.

Father Jiang patted me on the shoulder, he has aged a lot in just a few days, "Don't be too sad."

I tightened my hand holding the handle of the umbrella, and smiled coldly, "I was the last person Jiang Ling saw before he died."

They didn't understand what I meant, I restrained my smile, and my eyes became cold, "I still hugged him, he still has warmth on his body, still talking to me, still crying..."

"How can I not be sad?"

Jiang's mother was supported by someone, looking at Jiang Ling's photo with despair in her eyes, "I killed my son..."

I also want to ask, don't they know what Jiangling is like as parents, why did they push him to a dead end?

But I didn't say it out loud, Jiang Ling didn't blame his parents, and I couldn't blame him for him, he said he wanted me to treat them like my parents.

They didn't give Jiang Ling a way to survive, but I have to give them a way to survive.

Jiang's father looked at me, probably he hadn't cried for many years, and the atmosphere around him became sad when he cried, "Xiao Xie, do you know why Jiang Ling committed suicide?"

I looked into the distance, and my voice was extremely cold, "Who knows, wait for him to tell me in a dream..."

They froze for a moment and looked at me in astonishment, probably thinking that what I said was unfriendly.

Chen Nian pushed me behind, "Uncle, Mr. Xie is overly sad and did not mean to offend."

"I know, he and Jiang Ling are best friends..."

I stretched out my hand and felt that the rain had stopped, and the rain from the edge of the umbrella fell on my hand.

Putting the umbrella away, I walked forward, holding a white rose in my pocket.

I put the flowers next to his portrait. There are already many flowers here, and none of them are better than Jiangling.

I turned and walked away without looking at him again.

My expression looked really indifferent, not at all like a grieving old friend coming to express condolences.

That's because I know that it's useless to be so sad.

We have lost Jiangling.

permanent.

On the way back, I sat in the back seat without saying a word. After Jiangling left, I felt that I lost all energy and energy, and I didn't have the desire to do anything.

Such a state is not good, and when the night is hard to bear, I will force myself to think about Qin Weiji.

If something happens to me, don't let Brother Qin live.

Only by thinking of this can I have a shallow desire to live.

When I passed by several subway entrances, there were crowds of people. When I didn’t intend to get distracted by this, I vaguely heard them holding a sign and shouting, “Thousands of miles of Jiangling, the beauty of the world.”

I stopped Chen Nian and looked at them sideways for a while. The sign said, "Oppose cyber violence!"

"Let them go back."

Chen Nian turned to look at me.

It's rare for me to be moved these days, "Tell them, I will get justice for Jiang Ling, so they don't waste their time in vain."

Chen Nian nodded, got out of the car and ran towards them.

After a while, they all looked back at me and bowed to me across the green belt.

It is I who should bow to them.

It was they who reminded me that I can't be depressed like this, and I still have things to do.

When the car drove to Fenghuali, I woke up. I haven't slept soundly for several days, and now I woke up sweating.

Chen Nian looked at me and said hesitantly, "Mr. Xie, let's go down later..."

I opened my eyes, "what's wrong?"

She didn't speak, but looked out the window.

I followed her gaze, and the person at the door was wearing black clothes with a white chrysanthemum pinned to his chest. It looked like he had just come from the funeral in Jiangling.

No matter how decently dressed, one can see the decadence of the whole person.

I slowly took off the watch in my hand, untied the cuff buttons slowly, and folded the sleeves upwards.

"Thank you, teacher, don't be impulsive."

I opened the door and got out of the car, walked straight to him, and punched Zhou Ling in the face.

He didn't react, and took a few steps back.

If he fought back, I would definitely not be able to beat him, but he didn't fight back.

I grabbed his skirt and punched him mercilessly in the face.

When I went further, Chen Nian had already got out of the car and stopped me, "Mr. Xie, don't do anything..."

My eyes were full of scarlet, looking at Zhou Xi, I saw Jiang Ling's desperate eyes that night, I felt my heart hurt like being torn apart, "You still dare to come?! Why don't you die?! Why didn't you die? !"

Chen Nian hugged me, cried and shouted to Zhou Xi, "Get lost!"

"I should be the one who died..." Zhou Yan didn't leave, but gently wiped away the blood from his lips with his hand, and looked at me indifferently, "Where's Jiang Ling's suicide note?"

I sneered, my anger intensified, and my eyes became terrifying, "Are you also worthy of Jiangling's suicide note?"

He looked at me stubbornly, "I don't want it, I'll just take a look."

Looking at his expression, I had the mentality of doing evil, and my deep voice was like a snake letter, "You don't even want to see his suicide note. Let me tell you the truth, he didn't leave a single word for you."

"Impossible." Zhou Yan raised his head slightly, his voice indifferent, "He can't let me go."

I looked at him and smiled sadly, "He left you nothing, the property went to his parents, the house went to me, the cat was also entrusted to me, he didn't even leave you a word. He died At that time, no one let go, only let go of you."

Zhou Xi's face turned pale, and he insisted, "I won't..."

"Jiang Ling has been with you for more than ten years, and your youth has been wasted on you, but in the end, you are someone else's substitute. Zhou Xi, if you had a little bit of compassion for Jiang Ling, you wouldn't... "I gritted my teeth and swallowed back the choked sound.

"What's a substitute?" Zhou Xi looked up at me, "What is someone else's substitute?"

"After you die, you can ask Jiang Ling yourself." I looked at him indifferently, and smiled faintly, "No, are you worthy to see him?"

"Am I worthy?" He suddenly looked at me with red eyes, "Do you know how much I have paved the way for Jiang Ling? I bet Xingmeng's future will protect him, why can't he wait for me? After so many years When did I let go of the public opinion about him on the Internet, why didn't he believe me?"

I pulled my lips with a sneer, "Do you think that Jiangling is destined to get your bright future? Jiangling has worked for Xingmeng for so many years, and finally you abandoned him if you said you would abandon him. You want him to believe you? If he thinks Do you need to die if you still have a little hope? Zhou Xi, don't pretend to be affectionate to me, Jiangling was killed by you, you have to remember it."

Zhou Yan stared blankly at me, then took two steps back in despair.

When I looked at him sideways, his hands beside him were trembling, and his demeanor was instantly drained.

"Live well, don't dirty his Huangquan Road."

I went in and looked at the shaking of the bamboo trees in the yard.

I felt a pain in my heart, how could Jiang Ling's love have to die in order to get a response.