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In the quiet cemetery, the man coagulates the blank on the tombstone which has not carved a word. In such a desolate place, under the blank tombstone, there are his parents. At that time, I didn't even dare to write my name because I was afraid that outsiders would disturb their peace.

The Tang family has become the original Mu family. Tang Yan's business is dead, and there is nothing left. As for the blood of Tang family in Lin wanting's stomach, Annie said that it should not be kept. But he hesitated.

Annie is right. First, they hate each other so much that they can't stay. Second, if the child is born, he will become the second Tang Yan Shang. He will never stop dying.

But is that really what he wants?

To Tang Yan's business death, let Qiao Leng and his family pay the price, and then let the Mu family stand up again. However, don't forget that there is no end to power struggle. Didn't the previous generation cause the hatred of this generation just because of it? He didn't like to stand in the highest place, because That's not what muyanchen wants.

But over the years, he has forgotten what he wants.

When I was a child, I was a little girl. These years, it's hatred. Now, it's all empty.

The sky is still drizzling. Today, it's the day of Tang Yan Shang's funeral. It's ridiculous that he didn't find the body. Maybe it's broken, maybe

Mobile phone slightly vibrates, deep eyes look down, Qiao Yungu Don't curse him for retribution? What can I call him to do now.

Josh, top floor.

Qiao Yungu looks at all kinds of things under the high-rise building. It turns out that it's such a feeling to be at the top. Everything will be so small. What about the people down there? Do you look up and think it's too small?

For on a cloudy day, before the sun sets, there is already a dim night.

On the last call, she thought, if the other party hung up, she would have to tell herself. It wasn't until the man's deep voice came that Qiao Yungu showed a smile. Well, he did.

For a long time, they were silent to each other.

It seems that half a minute later, mu Yanchen's slightly impatient voice came from the other side --

"Qiao Yungu."

It seems like telling her to hang up if you don't talk.

The woman stood at the edge of the building, one hand out to feel the temperature of the wind. Well, it's cold. It's a little confusing. No, the wind in my memory shouldn't be like this. A little white lips lifted up, light way:

"Mu Yanchen, I hate you."

Muyanchen, I hate you, not muyanchen. Have you ever loved me.

She has never said these three words to him. Yes, in the most prosaic tone, she said three words that I hate you.

Not because there is no emotion, but because I forget what emotion is. In particular, when a person is facing death, everything will be quiet. Everything around is like stillness.

Not because there is no emotion, but because I forget what emotion is. In particular, when a person is facing death, everything will be quiet. Everything around is like stillness.

"And then?"

Mu Yanchen's cold look was thin and cold. He said he hated him for the first time. After hating him, what else do you want to say?

Then, no then.

Qiao Yungu's lips are cold. She is not him. She does not have the ability to do those revenge things.

"Do you remember that kid, our kid..."

It's not about pestering him or paying him back. It's just in my mind that I suddenly think of something I lost. The child, her child, can be said to be the embryo without much emotion, which has not been mercilessly left in the operation for two months in her body.

The other side's silence, Qiao Yungu clear, is not because he is thinking about what, but she raised this topic, to him, it does not matter.

It's just mu Yanchen. That's our first dream. Have you forgotten.

After growing up, Xiaogu will spend his whole life with brother Mu and have many lovely monkeys.

"I forgot."

Only these two words, the man's voice is so cold, without any emotion. Forget, really should not remember. How can he make her have children.

"Well, forget, forget." In the words of stubborn chuckle, but the eyes have been fuzzy. Qiaoyungu, this is the love you once gave everything and forgot to chase.

The wind began to rush, blowing women's hair in the air.

Whose voice is it? It's whirling in her ear --

"brother mu, hurry up!"

At that time, under the golden sun, the girl's arms were around the handsome youth, and the warm wind was blowing across her face with a green smile in the flying room of the bicycle.

Bike, breeze, he and she.

Slowly unfold the small hand, close your eyes, listen to the sound from the foot pedal, and the sound of the wind. The extended palm is soft as a dream of the breeze, coming slowly.

That year, that moment, that second, is the most beautiful wind that Qiao Yungu has heard.It seems that mu Yanchen has no patience to listen to her again. I don't know if it's because her voice is too ordinary or This call, inexplicably let him some depression. Qiao Yungu, to leave Qingcheng and live your own life is my biggest concession.

Just about to hang up, I heard the voice of listening in the cold thin slowly --

"brother Mu......"

Suddenly, his movements stopped.

These three words have been missing for a long time.

Mu Yanchen understands Qiao Yungu. When she says these three words, maybe what she represents is

"Qiao Yungu, where are you?"

Maybe even he didn't notice it, because of the hurry, if there is one, it's hard to be easily detected.

"Brother mu, do you want to hear the voice of the wind again?"

That kind of thing, which makes people feel extremely warm, once lit up my life, now, it ends with it.

That's good.

I can't hear any voice of men any more. The woman standing on the edge, like a child, unfolds her hands. It's going to be dusk. Unfortunately, I can't see the sunset. Slowly close your eyes and light smile, just like that afternoon, sitting on the bicycle, her smile is light.

But this time, the difference is that the mobile phone in hand keeps the silence. The world, since then quiet.

Brother mu, remember, this is the voice of the wind.

If we say that the sound of the wind in those days was warm, it made people yearn for it.

At that moment, what muyanchen heard was the deep cold that he would never forget in his life and the nightmare that could not be washed away.

How can the speed of falling make him hear the voice of the cold wind clearly.

Mu Yanchen, from then on, Qiao Yungu will never hurt again. Because she found a way to save herself.

……

Only when the car stopped and Mu got off at night, it was the moment when he closed the door. There was a loud crash not far away, which emptied the whole world -

until someone screamed and cut through the dead moment -

"ah - someone jumped off the building!"

In the confused voice, the woman's body was stiff, turning slowly, and her whole body was shaking like never before. Looking at the front, she can't accept

No, it won't be her

Lay was shocked for the first time. His pupils were wide, his eyes were red, and he lost his mind completely.

Know this kind of deep cold, boundless cliff, between ice and water, can't struggle, immerse people.

"Cloud..."

Mu stares at night and takes a stiff step, but his body seems to be drained of all strength in an instant. When he falls down, he is surrounded by the noisy crowd. Some of them shrink with fear, some don't dare to look with their eyes covered, some call the emergency call in panic

Until a child's crying loudly, the mother comforts the child, but the voice of fear is the last sentence that Mu heard before losing consciousness in the evening --

"don't cry Baby don't be afraid. "

Don't cry, don't be afraid.

Well, it's just that one person died.

A person who doesn't matter.

Every day, people die. Suicide, homicide, accident or natural death Too many, like a food chain, can never be more normal.

It's just that it doesn't matter anymore. It used to have a heartbeat, a breath and a memory.

Come and go. Hurry, often. Finally, lost in the crowd, between a thought, disappeared.

In the sky, after a whole day's drizzle, it began to stop gradually, but the cold wind never stopped.

The red one merges with the rain, and the enchanting deep red begins to fade and fade.

On the other side, it's so red that it's flawless.

Qingcheng, for the first time, someone jumped from such a high place and chose to end his life in such a terrible and cruel way.