At this time, the one standing in front of Ji Xu was nothing but Ye Che, who was called the four great geniuses of the world, "Ye Family Qianju".

"Who is it?" Ye Che's voice was a little hoarse, like a traveler who had not drunk water for a long time in the desert.

Ji Xu moved his throat, but said, "I don't know, the bullets killed in the dark are too fast."

Ye Che looked at him steadily, "Where is your suspicion?"

“…”

Ji Xu was silent. He had guessed countless people in his heart. Any names he knew and Ye Lin had appeared in his heart, but he was not sure who it was in the end.

Ye Che didn't say anything else, turned around and pushed the door and left.

There was no umbrella, and the wind and rain retreated on their own before it even fell on him. His figure was as tough as a reef in the sea.

He is a sensible person, and he even knows that Ye Lin's death is not on Ji Xu's head, or even if he has something to do with him, he is far less guilty than he has for himself.

In Ye Che's heart, if he had protected her and prevented Fang Xingyuan from succeeding, everything would not have happened in the future.

In the end, what he blamed himself was that his strength was not enough and he was not strong enough.

Ji Xu looked at Ye Che's back as he left. No matter when, the tall figure seemed to be filled with a strong aura of confidence. At this moment, he was a little thin and desolate.

But in this feeling, there is also a rock-like firmness.

The sad joy sounded in my ears, and everyone in the hall bowed their heads and was solemn.

Mo Hanshan's corpse was found in the suburbs, and Jianshan Jun did not refine and swallow it. From this point of view, the latter was not a monster that was enemies of humans, but it also died.

There is no so-called portrait in the middle of the hall, only a few black urns, but everyone knows that except for the physical objects inside Mo Hanshan, the rest are just empty boxes similar to the tomb of clothes.

Zou Shang was saying something in front, his voice was a little low, as if it was like mobilization and encouragement. The people next to him were listening carefully, and even Cheng Yuan, who was a little careless, was not smiling, with his hands tied, looking sad and serious.

After a while, the uncomplexing ceremony ended. The teacher named Mi picked up the urn belonging to Chen Yun and walked out. Behind him were two academy students in black suits.

Of course, people from the academy will return to the academy after their death, and those from Ye Lin, Mi Jiajia and others will be placed in this cemetery.

As for Mo Hanshan, because the person with higher status quo is the district mayor of East China, he is still under the jurisdiction of the Special Affairs Headquarters, so his ashes must also be placed here.

As soon as the people from the academy left, Zou Shang also walked out, behind him were the few people from the Executive Board. He walked to Ji Xu, nodded his head, and left without saying a word.

The hall was much spacious now, with only a few people left. Wen Mo and the other two quietly followed the crowd and walked outward. After all, their identities here are the lowest and only belong to the task members who were temporarily transferred. This time they came here, they were also taking care of each other.

Ji Xu glanced at Su Yaoxian standing in the hall and walked out.

"etc."

As soon as Ji Xu stepped past the threshold, Su Yaoxian's a little old voice came from behind him.

"Is there something wrong?" Ji Xu turned around and looked at the other party.

Su Yao walked up to him first, looked at the young man who had originally looked down upon and even had many festivals, and said, "I underestimated you before, but I didn't expect you to grow to this point."

"If you stop me and just want to say this, then I know and leave first." Ji Xu glanced at the other party, opened the umbrella with a "bang", and walked into the rain curtain with a "bang".

"If you don't enter the oven, you will eventually become a chess piece." Su Yaoxian's voice blew into Ji Xu's ears along the wind in the rain. "It's destined to be a coincidence, but it's actually all the same."

Ji Xu paused, and Cheng Yuan glanced at him for no reason, "What's wrong?"

"Let's go." Ji Xu shook his head slightly and walked on a long way.

Su Yaoxian, who was still standing at the door of the hall, looked at the figure who was leaving in the wind and rain, and whispered softly: "The horns are just a name, and the flies' heads are small profits. It's so hard to do things. All things are settled, and who is weak and who is strong. Let me go while I'm not old, and I'll be free and crazy."

His already old body seemed to be blown by the cold wind passing by outside the door, and he suddenly shook for a while.

"Sir?" Xiao Gao, behind him, took a step forward, held him and sideways, blocking the cold wind, even though he knew that this kind of natural wind would not have any impact on Su Yaoxian's body.

"In a hundred years, Hunjiao was drunk, 36,000 events." Su Yaoxian murmured at the end, his face gradually paled, and a ray of redness flowed down the corners of his mouth.

"Sir!" Xiao Gaomeng turned around and saw it, and immediately cried out in a sad voice.

Su Yaoxian forced a smile and raised his hand and waved it, "It's okay, let's go back."

Xiao Gao pursed his lips, with a little sadness in his eyes. He knew that his husband must have been plotted against after a sudden encounter, but he had never noticed it and could not help but secretly regret his dereliction of duty.

But Su Yaoxian was an older generation strong man, a senior figure who was still active after several storms. Although he couldn't guess who it was, he must know in his heart.

Therefore, since he didn't say it, Xiao Gao didn't ask, supported it with one hand and opened the umbrella with the other.

Maybe the return journey may be possible to return to the capital, but I will have to accompany my husband all the way.

Xiao Gao's face was restored to a slight twitching look, and his hand holding the umbrella was firm and powerful. In addition to his slightly trembling eyes, he was as usual.

...

Outside the cemetery, Cheng Yuan was about to start the car when Ji Xu's cell phone rang.

Ji Xu leaned on the seat, looked at the call, and swiped the screen.

"Where are you?" Ji Hanshuang's voice was still a little cold, but he was obviously gentle when he spoke to him.

Ji Xu pursed his lips, "I'm in Fengcheng. I heard that how many days have you been filming here?"

"Yeah." Ji Hanshuang was silent for a moment and asked, "Sister-in-law, she..."

Ji Xu was stunned, knowing that she was talking about Ye Lin, frowned, "How did you know?"

"Brother, sing a song." Ji Hanshuang said, "I haven't heard you sing for a long time."

Ji Xu remained silent. He could hear something wrong in Ji Han's tone, and seemed to be suppressing something.

There was no other sound around except for the crackling sound of rain hitting the car body.

Cheng Yuan, who was standing beside him, had earplugs, and his eyes closed seemed to be about to fall asleep.

Ji Xu sang slowly towards his cell phone:

"Your tears are stirring in my deepest memory

What you can't see clearly is your greetings

Occasionally, I'm alone

I'll peek at the starry sky that has you."

His voice was a little low, and he also sighed after the vicissitudes of life.

"In a blink of an eye, I have lost my tender pupils

Unclear and unclear are called maturity

Maybe it's only when I pull off my tie

Only when I have time to see the starry sky”

Ji Hanshuang listened quietly on the other end of the phone. There was nothing else in the receiver except for a shallow breathing. Ji Xu sang very low, or it was slightly louder than his humming.

"The hardest thing to wait for in life is encounter

It turns out that what we are most looking forward to is heavier than what we think about in the future.”

After singing this, Ji Hanshuang suddenly said, "Enough!"

Ji Xu paused, and the familiar voice said softly: "Stop singing, that's fine."

"What's wrong with you today?" Ji Xu could have heard Ji Hanshuang's voice was wrong and couldn't help asking.

"I'm fine." Ji Hanshuang sniffed over there and said with a chuckling, "I just thought that I'm going to be very busy in the future, maybe I won't have much time to bother you."

Ji Xu felt inexplicably painful and his breathing became tighter.

"Then, you have to pay attention to your health. It should be very dangerous, your profession." Ji Hanshuang continued, but his voice lowered a little, "Anyway, you have to take good care of yourself."

Ji Xu's nose felt sore. The sadness he had suppressed these days, even though he had not cried in the funeral lobby, his eyes turned red at this moment.

He didn't understand what Ji Hanshuang meant, but he could clearly hear the other person's tone as if it was a farewell.

"What are you talking about?" Ji Xu said, but when he wanted to say something, he suddenly realized that the two of them seemed to be in the same world at all.

For Ji Hanshuang, the actor is not just a career choice for making money, but also an ideal that she has said since she was a child.

Becoming a star that everyone pays attention to is the persistence she has always been in her heart.

Thinking of this, Ji Xu swallowed what he wanted to say and said softly: "I understand, you must take care of yourself."

The voice was familiar and free, but it was choked with a sob that seemed to be parting. When the sound of rain outside hit him again, he realized that the call had returned to the table, and in a vague way, he seemed to hear the last girl's sob.

Cheng Yuan also sat upright at this time, without saying a word, and started the car.

Under the dim sky, the occasional light of lightning flashes is like the roar of a god.

Two bouquets of headlights tear apart the rain curtain straight, and the black car roared out like a lonely beast.

On the other side of the cemetery, a black car was parked quietly. Ji Hanshuang looked at the gradually distant car and sobbed into louder crying.

The male transmitter in the driver's seat carefully handed over a box of tissues, but sighed softly, without giving comfort.

He knew that the other party was a strong girl, and the comfort at this time was just a ridicule for her.

But his eyes were deep and he looked at the taillight that could only be seen clearly, and his hands subconsciously clasped.

...

What they didn't know was that Ji Xu's eyes kept looking at the reflector outside, even though everything outside was washed by the rain.

How could that car even hidden in the greening of the roadside avoid his perception?

The spiritual consciousness that was enough to extend and carefully identified was subconsciously released when he hung up the phone, and naturally "see" the car that had been parked.

But he didn't spy further.

It doesn't matter whether Ji Hanshuang sits inside.

He looked at the rain passing by the car window, and he sang the two lines that had not yet finished singing the song.

"This lonely world has crossed every unknown situation
Chapter completed!