Chapter 670 Tan Junxi Extra: Born towards the sun

Three months after Tan Junxi’s accident.

Jiang Ye received an anonymous email.

There was only one photo in the email, which was a sea, known as the most mysterious deep sea.

The photo was taken in the dark night before dawn, the sky has not yet broken, the whole world is gray, and the sea is sparkling.

Like that person's life, gray lasted for twenty-three years.

No dawn yet.

Jiang Ye was in a trance, remembering that he heard Tan Junxi say something like this a long time ago.

"If I could choose to die, I would die at the deepest bottom."

What Jiang Ye said at that time was forgotten. It had been too long and it had passed.

It turns out that he had even chosen a cemetery for himself very early on.

Jiang Ye read this email over and over again for a long time, day and night, and saw that it was almost to death. Apart from the photos of the deep sea, there was no trace of any writing left behind.

Not a single word.

For yourself, for him, or for other concerns.

He wanted to avenge his mother, so he deliberately ruined himself for seventeen years!

He was afraid that his mother would be alone underground, so he did not dare to leave her alone to sleep in the cold hell!

Jiang Ye sometimes wants to ask, what about you? What about yourself? Have you ever thought about yourself?

From being a coward who cries even after getting an injection, to being suffocated when the sea water overflows your mouth and nose, will you feel any pain?

It turns out that saying goodbye forever is so simple.

Early one morning, he left the place where he grew up and disappeared.

Jiang Ye lay on his back on the bed, looking at the photo over and over again, and asked in a haphazard manner: "Is this a relic?"

"Do you want me to use it to build a monument for you..."

"You can just fucking die! If you tell me where you died and why, can I still go and worship you? Don't think about it, I will forget you in a few days."

"Did you hear that? I'm going to forget you."

At the end of the soliloquy, Jiang Ye suddenly laughed and looked at the sky above his head. There were people who once looked up at dreams again and again until their necks were about to break. Now, with a dry throat, every word was very soft.

"So I just..." It was difficult for him to say a complete sentence, and the tone was choked in his throat, but instead he asked an extremely calm question, "Is it so unworthy of your nostalgia?"

So what does he mean to him?

At a certain friend's gathering, as we were talking, someone mentioned Tan Junxi, which made me sigh.

"After doing the math, I found out that he is only twenty-three years old."

It is smaller than many people present.

Wither and die at the best age.

"This year's New Year hasn't even passed yet, and it's obviously only one month away."

"Yes, the New Year has not passed yet." Jiang Ye sat in the dark, holding a wine glass. Under the surprised eyes of others, he smiled naturally and uttered a few meaningless syllables of laughter, as if everything was gone.

Nothing has changed, but as he spoke, his eyes turned red: "I remember I gave him a criminal code as a New Year's gift last year, and I planned to give him a good birthday today hahahaha..."

Smiling and laughing, the whole hall was silent.

No chance.

Not anymore.

There were still people talking about Tan Junxi's serial murder case. Jiang Ye mostly pretended not to hear it. Occasionally he would be in a bad mood and stop when someone bumped into him.

Jiang Ye took a puff of cigarette and showed a contemptuous sneer. His eyes were hidden in the smoke and his expression could not be seen clearly.

He said over the din: "So what?"

Are you talking about Junxi?

His life has always been a tragedy.

That's all.

When I was young, the little boy was five years old. Both his parents were dead. He was always alone. He was beautiful but gloomy, kept to himself, and was bullied all the time.

Jiang Ye was two years older than him and couldn't stand it anymore. He simply pulled the man behind him and lazily threw a handful of candies to him: "Follow me, and I'll cover you from now on."

The boy wore a blue and white school uniform, stepped on the flower bed, and his tone was arrogant for the first time.

On campus, next to the playground, the sun was shining brightly, blurring my eyebrows like a faded memory.

Seventeen years later, Jiang Ye went to the secret base where he played when he was a child. It was an old house that had been abandoned for a long time. The wooden door creaked and the dust was very big. He choked several times, frowned and waved his hand, looking at the old house.

, still the same as before.

There used to be two people here, and they would run here every day after school.

Nowadays, suits have replaced school uniforms. The man is tall, thin and tall. He raised his hand to pull his tie, stepped on his leather shoes, ignored the dust, and walked inside.

In the dilapidated drawer, he found a lot of candies that had long since rotted, as well as neatly folded candy wrappers, covered with thick dust.

Apart from him, only Tan Junxi knew this place.

Jiang Ye had been thinking about it for a long time, and he probably gave it to Tan Junxi casually.

The other party has never eaten one.

He said he didn't like sweets and hated eating sweets.

Jiang Ye really believed it at the time, but after thinking about it for a long time now, no one hates kindness, and no one doesn't like sweetness. Maybe he is just afraid that he won't be able to control it after tasting it.

"Talk about Junxi."

"Let's have a good life in the next life."

Those who left have died, but those who are alive will continue.

Jiang Ye has many friends, but he will remember the one who makes him worry the least.

He has always regarded the other person as his most important friend. During the long years of acquaintance, there was friendship, family affection and responsibility.

Fengyue has nothing to do with it, only salvation.

Later, Jiang Ye went traveling alone. He went to many places, saw all kinds of scenery, and also went to the sea. The mountains and rivers were vast, and the sky was bright in the distance.

The sea water kissed his fingertips, silent and soundless, lingering and gentle, breaking the rising sun.

The night is not long, the dawn will eventually break.

…

Tan Junxi is dead, Jiang Ye said, this person will never be found in the world again.

Tan Junxi has no family. His mother died in the hands of his father, and his father died in his hands. Those relatives avoided him and regarded him as a monster.

He doesn't even have ashes.

Who will miss him?

Who will remember him?

Jiang Ye set up a monument for him. There was no corpse or ashes in the tomb, only the clothes he wore during his lifetime.

Today is another year of Qingming Festival.

Shen Siyue came back from abroad and rushed to the mountain with a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in her arms.

The mountains and fields are open and free, with the azure sky in the distance.

The sky is blue and waiting for misty rain, someone is waiting for him.

In front of the black tombstone, a bouquet of sunflowers has been placed. The flowers are new and someone has just arrived.

Shen Siyue was stunned for a moment, looking at the bunch of sunflowers growing toward the sun. She was silent for a long time, knowing that the person had come.

There is a bouquet of sunflowers in front of the tombstone every year, and only one person will send sunflowers.

This world lasts for seventy years.

There will always be someone to remember you.

Sunflowers grow toward the sun.

And that man spent half his life, twenty-three years, living on death.

The wind blows.

The sun kisses everything.

Shen Siyue sighed, bent down and placed the white chrysanthemum in front of the black tombstone.

She looked around but didn't see the man, so he was probably gone.
To be continued...