Gongliang flower shop

Axiu was shaking all over, she murmured with a pale face, but no one listened to what she was saying.

Jiang Ningyuan grabbed Axiu's hair with one hand, and Jiang Ningshen's leg with the other, dragging the two of them to the mourning hall.

Jiang Ningchen covered Jiang Beibei's mouth and hid in the corner, but Jiang Beibei broke his hand and shouted: "Mom!"

The immature voice was scary in this gloomy and silent atmosphere.

Jiang Ningchen quickly hugged her hard, but Jiang Beibei had already struggled and ran over.

She picked up the flowers on the ground, stood in front of Jiang Ningyuan and looked at him.

"flower."

The pink-purple hibiscus flower was tender and tender, Jiang Ningyuan didn't speak, and no expression could be seen on his face covered in shadows.

Jiang Beibei stretched out her hand: "Flowers, mother's favorite flowers."

Jiang Ningyuan was shaken all over, suddenly loosened his strength, and knelt down.

Axiu hurriedly crawled away, but was caught off guard and bumped into a suitcase.

The black square shape is exactly the suitcase that Gongliang brought that day.

The zipper was not closed tightly, and a crack was revealed faintly, with the temptation to pry people.

Axiu accidentally opened the zipper, and there was nothing inside, only a black and white photo of her death.

She didn't know whether it was disappointment or because of her lack of action, she remembered that she was going to escape, but suddenly stopped her movements.

Because Li Yuewan in the posthumous photo was looking straight at her.

Axiu's heart shrank, and when she looked again, the person in the posthumous photo changed, the oval face turned into a pointed chin, she took a closer look in a daze, and it was clearly herself in the black and white posthumous photo.

The pupils were suddenly dilated, and she screamed in her heart to run, but she got closer and closer uncontrollably, until the whole person got in...

"Bang!"

Gong Liang pushed the tightly closed suitcase and walked in front of Jiang Ningyuan calmly.

"I didn't tell you to kill so many people."

The dead, the disabled, the old lady Jiang who was lying on the ground did not know whether she was alive or dead.

The posthumous photo was shrouded in a hazy black mist, and the picturesque face inside had a mysterious aura.

"Damn them, damn them all!"

Axiu's jealousy, Jiang Ningshen's filthiness, Chen Yu's arrogance, and Jiang Ningyuan's self-righteous unwillingness, everyone contributed to Li Yuewan's death.

But what did Li Yuewan do wrong, her ignorance of people when she was young made her insist on marrying Jiang Ningyuan with a beautiful vision of her first love.

Until now, not even a whole body has fallen.

The burning clouds that day were not as red as the blood she was lying on the ground.

"But you shouldn't have killed so many people."

Gongliang's tone was calm, without any anger or sympathy for anyone.

The moment Li Yuewan killed someone, the gentle and kind Mu Jinhua was no longer suitable for her.

Li Yuewan didn't speak, she looked at Jiang Beibei in front of her expressionlessly, and swept the flowers off her hand with a cold expression of alienation and indifference.

Who can be sure that Li Yuewan did nothing wrong.

It's just that Gongliang is a human being for the first time, and he still can't see through human nature.

He said softly: "Go where you should go."

After speaking, he opened his hand, and Li Yuewan was caught in his palm.

Jiang Beibei watched the flowers on the ground wither and wither instantly, she said blankly: "The flowers are gone."

"Grow up healthy and healthy, and live this life in peace."

Gongliang squatted in front of Jiang Beibei, stretched out his fingertips and tapped her eyebrows.

He looked sideways at Jiang Ningchen, who met his gaze, gasped and passed out.

The old lady Jiang on the ground moved her finger, twitching slightly.

Gong Liang dragged his suitcase and walked out of Jiang's house without looking back.

The rising sun turned fish-belly white, with bright hope.

There are many places shrouded in darkness in this world. Those dead people are like cocoons wrapped in cocoons, unable to speak or move. Gongliang exists in this world to help them fulfill their unfulfilled wishes, whether it is revenge or complete.

……

The sun is shining brightly in the summer with the lingering heat, even the heat blowing against the face at dusk can make people feel bored.

Passing by could not help but glance at the man beside him several times.

Black shirt, black windbreaker, and long loose hair, compared to suspicious of him, passing by couldn't help wondering if he wasn't hot.

Just as he peeked at No.40 three times, the man turned his head to meet his gaze.

Passing by was taken aback, as a straight man, he didn't think about why a big man was so beautiful, but why this man's eyes were so pale.

"are you a foreigner."

Thinking about it, he asked.

"No." The man answered him with a smile.

"Oh... oh..." The sudden embarrassment of striking up a conversation made Passing-by scratch his head in embarrassment.

At this time, there was no one at the bus stop sign, and he passed by and looked around curiously. Logically speaking, this point should be the rush hour for getting off work, but there was only him and that strange man here.

In fact, Lulu took two extra steps to get home, but just after participating in the school basketball game today, he was a little lazy, but he had been waiting for almost 10 minutes, and the bus that passed was not the one he wanted to wait for.

Passing by is a restless person, after waiting for a while, he couldn't help asking curiously, "Aren't you hot?"

"not hot."

There wasn't even a trace of sweat on his pale face, and there wasn't even a blush on his cheeks. He really couldn't see where he was hot.

Passing by laughed twice, and said inexplicably, "Your hair quality is pretty good."

Gongliang smiled, blinked his eyes, lowered his voice and said, "Can you see what I look like?"

Lu Guo froze, and asked dryly, "What... what do you mean..."

At this time, there were only a few sporadic cars speeding past on the road that was supposed to be coming and going. The gorgeous dusk was covered with a thick halo, and the passing head was still sweating, but the back suddenly felt cold.

"Kidding."

Passing by greatly heaved a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said, "I was scared to death, I thought you..."

Gong Liang smiled, looked outside and said, "It's going to rain, you should go back quickly."

Passing the probe to look at the setting sun and sinking but still bright sky outside, the non-stop chirping of cicadas shows that the high temperature has not faded.

"How is it possible, outside..."

"Boom!"

There was a thunder and a dark cloud covered the top.

Passing by helped his chin, staring blankly at the instantly gloomy sky.

What kind of crow mouth is this person.

After a while, the wind was strong, and the sky seemed to be overwhelmed.

This is not only about to rain, it is clearly about to rain.

Passing by hurriedly packed his things and put on his bag in a panic.

Instead of wasting time waiting for the bus here, it is better to run back.

"Then what... I'll go first."

Passing by hastily greeted him, and was about to run with his long legs.

"You forgot your basketball."

Hearing the sound, he passed by and turned back quickly, picked up the basketball in the net pocket, and still did not forget to say thank you: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, we are destined."

Passing by and looking at the other party's smile felt numb, always feeling weird.

Before he could recover, he was bumped abruptly on his forehead: "Safe trip."

Passing by "hissed", he didn't think too much about it, but felt that the other party really wasn't lying, not only was he not hot, but his fingers were frighteningly cold.

"Don't stop on the way back, don't look back."

Passing by who ran out couldn't help but glance at him, but he could only see a slender figure under the shadow of the stop sign, holding a boxy suitcase with that pale hand, like an urn.

……

The downpour was so fierce that a small puddle of water instantly accumulated on the ground, and the bean-sized raindrops splashed quite a bit.

We've crossed the road, and we'll be there after a short run.

"Passing by."

A sudden sound sounded, the passing footsteps were stagnant, and the sound of crackling rain shook people's eardrums slightly.

Heart skipped a beat, passing by without stopping, and hurried home.

"Passing by."

The voice was long and thin, passing by clenched his teeth, his body was already wet by the rain, and he couldn't see the road ahead.

Suddenly he staggered, and a smear of red fell to the ground, soaked in the rain and blurred.

Passing by, he stopped.

A red hijab mingled in the rain.

"Passing by."

The voice behind him rang in his ears.

Passing by was startled, subconsciously turned around.

Nothing was seen, and the pouring rain muffled any sounds.

He turned around in fear, and was about to walk forward when he bumped into a person suddenly.

The bright red color is very eye-catching in the rain curtain.

Passing by and reaching out, it was a slender woman.

"Sorry, you're fine..."

He lowered his head, and before he could see clearly, he heard an "Oops", and the bright red hurriedly disappeared into the dark alley.

Touching his somewhat hot forehead, he shivered, and rushed into the house without daring to stay any longer.

……

Gongliang was walking on the deserted street, holding a black umbrella in his hand. Usually, he had just entered the nightlife, but now he was under the torrential rain.

He paused, his trouser legs were held by one hand, and he lowered his head. A tall man was curled up on the side of the road. The heavy rain had completely doused him, and his face covered by hair could not be seen clearly even when he looked up.

Gong Liang blinked his eyes, there was no one here, even the homeless tramp had retreated into the bridge hole early to avoid the rain, it was hard to imagine why this man was here.

He bent down and put the umbrella in his hand on the ground, half of which was just enough to cover the man's face.

There was a rumbling thunder, accompanied by cracking lightning.

The bean-sized raindrops were blocked by an invisible barrier, and the slender and beautiful man walked unhurriedly as if taking a walk. The gloomy sky had no effect at all, and even the uppers of his shoes were not even wet.

Only the trouser leg has a wet fingerprint.

This fingerprint is covered again.

Gongliang frowned slightly, and he lowered his head, looking at the hand that was grasping him.

The black umbrella was blown around by the wind, Gong Liang glanced at it, and the rotating black umbrella blocked most of the man's shoulders.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Gong Liang stood upright, his lips slightly tensed.

The messy hair can't see the man's face clearly, but the clear outline is handsome and harmonious.

The other party grabbed him hard, and touched his ankle along his trouser leg.

Gongliang raised his eyebrows and took a step back. Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly became irritable and rushed towards him regardless.

Before seeing how it moved, Gongliang was no longer where he was.

The man hugged nothing, he stared blankly at his open hand, and his pursed lips drooped.

Gongliang inexplicably sensed a sense of grievance.

He was amused by his own thought.

But the man didn't give up yet, he rushed towards him with his hands wide open.

Gongliang raised his eyebrows, and took his time watching the man who was already in a mess fall into the puddle.

The other party raised his body and looked back at him.

Gong Liang stood far away, looked at the man's pitiful look, and said after deliberation, "Sir, maybe I can tell you where the nearest bridge hole is."

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The author has something to say:

Gongliang's job is to send the dead on the road. Many characters in it have names and surnames, but they are just passing by Gongliang

If there is a new name, there is no doubt that it is the beginning of a new story