Yi Guan tomb is located in the small courtyard where Zhao Jian and Ji Rufeng once rented. Ji Rufeng himself selected green bricks and built a small room. In addition to the tombstone, there is only one memorial tablet in the room, which is consecrated from time to time and perfumed every day.
He leaned against the cold tombstone, motionless.
The wine that never left his hand was gone. His face was pasted on the tombstone. He closed his eyes slightly, and a drop of hot tears fell.
"You're lying to me, aren't you?" He said.
"You still blame me and hate me, don't you?" He choked, sore throat, "you hit me, scold me, I will never fight back, by the way, you do not like to twist me? Screw the back of my hand, screw my ear, you screw me, Jane... "
Low voice, such as cry like complaint, no return.
"How can you die? I'm not dead yet? You haven't punished me yet? Even if you really hate me, it's better to be with other men. Why do you want to die? "
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I don't know how long later, he slowly stood up, wiped the tombstone clean again with a towel, squatted in front of the tombstone and said silently, "Jane, I'll go back and clean up our house for two days, just two days. Will you wait for me here?"
He said with a smile, "I know you like sunshine. This room is very good. As long as there is sunshine, you can get it. You wait for me and I'll be back soon."
A devout and hot kiss fell on the tombstone. He got up and left with a smile.
Push open the door of the house, the smell of dust coming, he ventilation, little by little began to clean up the home.
He didn't ask a servant. He began to clean the floor inch by inch and began to clean up clothes one by one.
In the evening, he went into the kitchen, opened the bottom cabinet, and there was a bad smell.
He squatted down and took a look. Now, he can hardly see any expression on his face.
Inside is a box. He pulls it out and opens it. On the top is a note written by Zhao Jian in Chinese characters that are not very good yet: Hey, I didn't expect to give you a jar of stinky tofu for your birthday. Ha ha ha, stinky you!
A few words are crooked, uneven and upright, with funny faces painted on the back. It's a typical style of Zhao Jian.
Ji Rufeng's tears fell down in an instant. For the first time in his life, he burst out crying.
When Zhao Jian was gone, the Yu family complained about him. Zhao Jian didn't give him anything, so he wanted to put away all the things she had used. But who knows, Zhao Jian gave him such a big gift.
It was originally a birthday present for him, but Zhao Jian had left him at that time. He only wanted to be drunk every day, but he didn't expect to find it today.
On the 25th day after Zhao Jian left, a man in Nanjiang City burst into tears holding a jar of stinky tofu.
He carefully moved the jar of stinky tofu out, as if it was the most precious gift in the world. He moved it to the car downstairs and moved all the clothes Zhao Jian had collected, the clothes she had bought for him, and the small ornaments and things she liked.
The next morning, when the talent was bright, he got up. He wanted to go back to Luohua village as soon as possible. He had been away for a day, and Jane would miss him very much.
When the car drove out of the city, there was a sound in the car.
Ji Rufeng listened to the sound for a long time, and then remembered that it was his mobile phone ring. After looking for a long time, he found his mobile phone. He connected the phone, but he didn't expect that it was Xinran.
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