The day of the funeral was a downer.
The branches have lost their green color and are angled horizontally and vertically, making them look less welcoming.
Because of Liang Xinyi's absence, there is no one left in Liang's house. The obituary was issued, and a few people came to the scene, but only about ten or twenty people came.
The memorial service is just a formality, the body is not there and there is no mourning hall.
Fan Qin is an orphan, with only Xiao Sijin as a relative. The child, dressed in filial piety, stood in the middle, and Huang Tong stood beside him, giving guidance and accepting the condolences of the mourners.
It ended quickly, until a tall woman with short hair arrived, and the scene suddenly became noisy for a moment.
Huang Tong couldn't help but frown.
Next to the short-haired woman was Su Qianyan. Huang Tong pulled her next to her: "Why is she here? There was no funeral notice for her or her obituary."
"I can't help it. She said she wanted to send Sister K off on her last journey." Su Qianyan sighed quietly. She was also feeling heavy at this moment. Obviously I just saw her not long ago, and she was still making fun of herself. How come we are separated from each other in the blink of an eye...
"Then I'll call some more guards. What if I attract the media?"
"Where's Sister Qin?" Su Qianyan looked at the few people and felt sad.
"I didn't come, I can't say I can't come." Huang Tong stared blankly at Fan Qin's black and white portrait, and couldn't stop crying: "It's just a good idea not to come, it's just a formality. Sad people can't bear this scene."
Su Qianyan thought of the time she spent with Fan Qin. Although they didn't have much friendship, they were rare and sincere. My nose was sore and I shed tears.
Tang Yu walked over and put on his sunglasses. There were tears in the corners of his eyes.
Huang Tong patted her shoulder and went outside to tell the guards.
Su Qianyan said: "Although I know that death is inevitable, I never thought that it would be so close to us. At that time, I woke up from the hospital bed and felt that I had taken life and death lightly. It was not until now that she left us. I didn't know that, It’s far from clear.”
Tang Yu wiped the corners of his eyes again: "I really regret not visiting her all the time. She was the one who discovered me, was the first to cultivate me, and devoted all her efforts to me. But after she got sick, I didn't go often. Care about her..."
Only loss can be cherished and remembered. Even if it is no longer useful. All the memories that remain are like knives piercing the heart, cutting people's hearts into pieces with each knife.
Su Qianyan listened to Tang Yu's confession, but her mind wandered to the sky. There, there was a gentle breeze, white clouds, and Fan Qin smiled at himself, then turned around...
Never see you again, farewell in this life.
Suburbs, cemetery.
"You are indeed here." A beautiful woman in white as snow walked over and stood beside the tombstone like a fairy.
The other one was wearing a red dress.
In the cemetery, wearing red.
The chilling atmosphere made this outfit extremely gorgeous.
Zijin put down his umbrella and stood with her in the rain. Soon he was soaked all over. Because it is clear into the muscles and bones, and because of its appearance of ice and snow, the collision of opposites makes the clear ones clearer and the beautiful ones more beautiful.
Qin Mei looked at Zijin and said, "Do you insist on getting in the rain with me?"
Zijin lowered his head, a little aggrieved: "I want to see if you are okay."
"Not good." Qin Mei sighed and returned her gaze to the tombstone, where Fan Qin rested. "She said that she hopes to wear red next time she sees me." Qin Mei took a long breath: "Looking back now, she had already thought about it at that time."
"Are you blaming yourself?" Zijin folded his umbrella and presented a bouquet of daisies in front of the tomb. The fresh petals bloom freely in the rain, and the flowers bloom at the right time.
"Zijin, I regret it very much." Qin Mei's tone was always stuck in her heart and could not dissipate. I took a breath to say it, but couldn't swallow it after a few swallows.
Really, I can't swallow it.
Obviously, this may not be the case.
Obviously, it’s just one step away.
Qin Mei's eyes were moister than the rain and mist.
"She likes this flower." She held out a glass cup from the side. Half-full of clear water contained a multi-petaled white flower. The petals were rolled, shiny and beautiful.
Zi Jin was surprised and said: "Mandala flower?"
"I also wonder why she likes it. According to legend, this is a flower that blooms in the underworld. There are only two kinds of flowers blooming in the underworld, the Mandala flower on the other side, and the Mansha Pearl flower on the Santu River. One is for attracting people, and the other is for reincarnation. Flowers bloom For a thousand years, it will fall for a thousand years, the flowers will bloom without leaves, and the leaves will grow without flowers.”
"I asked her, and she said that by looking for fragrance, you can find the direction of rebirth. She is so eager to end this life and find new life." Qin Mei said, her breath pressed heavily on the back of her tongue and towards her chest. "But there is someone waiting for her in this life, can she still meet her in the new life..." She was filled with regret and self-pity and could not suppress it, and her figure was already shaky.
Zijin just stayed with her and didn't say much.
The two slowly stopped talking, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the sky became darker.
Suddenly, a man came from a distance. The man was tall and walked closer in several steps.
Liang Xinyi.
Liang Xinyi, covered in dust and mud, disappeared for several days!
As soon as Liang Xinyi approached, Zi Jin's eyes were suddenly startled, and he hurriedly protected Qin Mei: "cindy!"
Liang Xinyi waved the glass cup to the ground! He trampled her to pieces and said, "What kind of introduction, reincarnation, rebirth! She's not dead!"
Zi Jin pushed Qin Mei away, leaned towards her and said, "Calm down."
"I'm calm!" Liang Xinyi stared at Qin Mei: "Do you believe she is dead? You don't see the body, so you think she is dead?"
Zi Jin was so angry that he grabbed Qin Mei and said, "She is unconscious. Let's go first."
Liang Xinyi reached out and grabbed the hem of Qin Mei's clothes: "What are you running from? Now look at an empty tomb, and she is not in this tomb!"
"What did you do to her?" Qin Mei's breath came up, and it was hung in her throat again, stuck there, burning and painful.
"Xiaoran and I placed her in the Jiwu Temple. She is not dead, but she just can't wake up. The Karmapa has applied potion on her body, and she will wake up soon." Liang Xinyi's eyes were all bloodshot, and there was no luster in her eyes.
Zi Jin turned pale after hearing this: "You weathered her body?"
As soon as Zijin said this, the other two people were stunned!
Liang Xinyi let go of Qin Mei's clothes in a daze: "No, that's not what Xiaoran said... How could it be? His Holiness wanted to save her..."
Qin Mei was stunned. The breath that had been lingering on her for a long time finally took shape. With a "wow" sound, she vomited out a mouthful of blood!
Liang Xinyi saw the blood, the dazzling scarlet color, following the falling raindrops, stimulating her chaotic nerves little by little. Instantly, the blood all over her body trembled and stirred!
The wind blew by, and suddenly my cheeks felt cold and moist. Unknowingly, my face was filled with tears.
She's dead, she's dead...
"Where's Sister Qin?" Huang Tong rushed to the hospital and asked Zijin anxiously.
"Western medicine can't detect the disease, but Chinese medicine says it's depression, worry, fatigue, and physical weakness." Zi Jin was also frightened, and his face turned pale.
"I gonna go see."
"She's asleep. Don't go there yet. I'll talk to you." Zi Jin stopped her. "Do you know where Xiaoran is?"
"I asked Hongye to find her."
"The Liang sisters, the eldest just woke up and accepted the fact that Little K is dead. But the second child, who was the best friend of Little K, refused to be cremated and sealed the Buddha's meaning for eternal life. In fact, it means that he will not enter reincarnation and live forever. It means lasting. This is the fact that we cannot accept the fact that little K has passed away."
Huang Tong broke into a cold sweat after hearing this, and her face was filled with fear: "She's crazy, she's crazy."
"They were devastated by the sudden loss of their loved ones. They were traveling day and night with little K's body. Their nerves were already fragile and their minds were broken. I was afraid that she would do something irrational." Zijin couldn't help but think of seeing Liang Xinyi just now. At that moment, I seemed to see Shurasha returning from hell. She could not imagine the state of Xiao Ran who was more radical and had a better relationship with Xiao K. She was in a state right now.
Huang Tong was startled and lost his voice: "Red leaves! Oh my god..."
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*The following content is not the main text, but the first chapter of the new article "Stealing Seed Love". Because there is a word count requirement for the list, it’s just to make up the word count*
Because the second half of the content that was supposed to be published was accidentally written a bit (not just pornographic and violent, I was afraid that I would be caught by the system and locked up in a small dark room, which would affect everyone's normal reading of the article).
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"Stealing Love" Chapter 1
I desperately want her child.
She is not familiar with me, but I have been in love with her for ten years.
Secret love.
Protagonist: Zhou Xiaozhou and An Moxun
It all started ten years ago. At that time, there was no popular word "goddess", but the first time I saw her, I was fascinated by her. One word came directly to my mind - goddess.
It’s really as stunning as the arrival of a goddess.
But at that time, I was frustrated, fat, frustrated, and... how should I put it, a rookie in the workplace, suffering from bullying.
Especially since she is obviously not my type (she likes women, because her conditions are so good, men are like bees circling around her, and she seems to be quite good at dealing with them.
Later, I mustered up the courage to move forward and say something to her. Maybe because I was too nervous and my voice was weak, she didn't hear her, or maybe she didn't want to pay attention to me at all. He passed me by and talked to the person behind me.
I was petrified on the spot.
Feeling extremely desperate.
I'm not desperate that she ignores me, but I feel that in my current state, I may never be able to win the favor of the person I fall in love with at first sight, let alone the one who likes me. And I don’t know how to change this state at all.
I was greatly stimulated and took another wrong path.
This way made me successful, but it was crooked.
Why do you say that? Let me tell you slowly.
After that party, I had a sleepless night. Early the next morning, I went to Shanghai Bookstore and bought all the books on the success and inspirational rankings at that time. Because there were too many, I rolled up my windbreaker and used it as a sack to carry home.
Then I asked for a leave from the company and studied hard day and night for a week. Then I memorized more than 300 pages of reading notes and couldn’t wait to digest and implement them.
Later, I was very grateful to myself for that week. It really allowed me to break through myself and accomplish tricks that I might not be able to find in the next ten years. It also brought about earth-shaking changes in my material life.
When you see this, don’t think that inspirational books are very effective. It turns out that they are all bullshit! The trick is just one - persistence.
I really got into it and got into the huge will to make myself successful and excellent. Every bit of life is my nourishment. All excellent and positive philosophies are captured by me and then carried forward.
It would be weird if it didn't work out.
In the past ten years, I moved from the marketing department to the sales department, growing from one person to 30 people, and became number one in the country. Later, he moved to a well-known multinational company and became the sales director, responsible for the national sales business group. Because my performance was so good, when I submitted my resignation, the big boss from Germany flew to China to negotiate with me and offered me a sky-high salary increase.
But I still resolutely resigned. You can never break through yourself by working for others. For me, a person who has embraced the value of "success is my destiny", the bottleneck is the obstacle.
I had to start a business. The seeds for creating a business empire had been planted long ago, and now the time was ripe.
I will not mention how to start a business. Besides, I can write a textbook on "leading to success".
I just want to say that when I was sitting on hundreds of millions of assets, after a celebration party, I suddenly thought of something. I was successful, but what happens after I succeed?
This has to make me recall why I want to succeed? For the goddess.
Okay, now let’s talk about how I named this road to success “Crooked Road”.
Because in my heart, the goddess has been buried too deep for too long and means too much. I have deep-rooted thoughts that I am not worthy of her in any way, no matter how successful I am. This kind of cognition also has a psychological explanation. If you don't understand it, just think about your own childhood shadow. Do you understand?
Besides, she might have married someone else a long time ago, and I don't want to ruin their family. As for me, my life has gone astray. Apart from success and money, I have no other interests.
Others use holidays to rest and make friends, but what about me? I work overtime.
Why don't you work overtime? Go to Gym. The purpose of fitness is also to have a stronger body that can work.
Work, work, work…endless work.
However, I didn’t get a girlfriend.
In order to succeed, I am no longer the chubby girl I was ten years ago. Although I am not a beautiful woman, I rely on my clothes and I went to the UK to learn body and temperament classes. In addition, I work out regularly, so I can score a 7 out of 10 points for appearance.
Excluding those of the opposite sex that I don't like at all, as for the same sex, there were people who made secret glances at me at various social events during this period, but I always felt in my heart that they were not as good as the goddess. When I think of this monument and benchmark of the goddess, I work like clockwork and work harder...
So, the cycle repeats.
Until today, my subordinates gave me a surprise with a birthday cake with candles on it——31
I'm actually 31!
Then I thought of the goddess, and suddenly felt resentful towards her for the first time. I will destroy her in this life, otherwise I will not go astray.
When I was still in college, my fantasy future was to adopt a child with my girlfriend and spend the rest of my life.
Now, there is no trace of his girlfriend, let alone a child.
The emotional world needs to be managed carefully in order to protect fragile sympathy for a long time. Obviously, I don't even have time to find true love, so I'd better forget about running a business.
Otherwise, just find a child. Only in this way can I inherit my huge family property and not give it to this evil government at a cheap price.
I habitually think of the goddess again (yes, for the past ten years, I have thought of her almost all the time. Although I cannot be with her, I must at least have some contact with her in my life, right? If I can have a child with her genes That's good, after all, she is so good, 100 times better than me.
I had an idea and asked my doctor friend Anne.
"It's very simple. You just need to go to the sperm bank to carefully select a suitable sperm, and then fertilize the woman during her ovulation period."
It's definitely not possible to ask a goddess to give birth to a child for me. She doesn't know me at all. No, not even knowing it.
"What if the woman only provides eggs and the pregnancy is completed in someone else's body?"
"Of course, it's surrogacy. The technology is very mature..." I said a lot, but I didn't listen, I just kept my eyes shining with excitement!
Very good! I can have a child of a goddess!
She is so perfect, the baby she gives birth to will also be perfect! I can have a perfect baby! A chubby and beautiful little baby appeared in my mind.
But the technology is fine, but what about the practical implementation?
Is it possible to go and say to the goddess, Hey, goddess! Please lend me a seed. I want to give birth to a monkey for you...but if the monkey is not given to you, I will raise it myself. You should stay away from my monkey...
This is a bit outrageous.
It seems that I need to strategize, think carefully, and run this matter as a business project.
There is only one ultimate goal - to borrow seeds.
So I started my "borrowing seeds plan"
<To be continued>
