Early in the morning, Jingwan slowly opened her eyes from the bed and woke up. She was still drunk and hazy. She rubbed her eyes and vaguely cleared her sight. She put on her clothes and sat in the sun and opened Jiangping.
The letter I wrote for myself.
Yesterday, in order to relieve the pain of Jiang Ping's death, Jing Wan remained silent at the banquet and made herself very drunk. Only now did she remember the letter. She spread the letter and read it word by word.
"Jingwan, I understand your feelings. I am not a ruthless person, but my identity requires me to be ruthless at all times. Don't be sad about my departure, because I am by your side.
You are kind and pure, I just hope you can live well and no longer be bound by these emotions."
"The place where we were born is war, and we experience hunger and blood every day, and white bones everywhere are everywhere formed into mountains. Perhaps tomorrow, the next one is us. In this environment, I have already seen through life and death. Death or life, just one
Just a form, we come to this world as a lowly person. As for the way of death, we should be more glorious, right?"
"Don't worry, Jiang Ping, who loves you."
I read this letter to Jingwan, sometimes I burst into tears and sometimes I smiled, and finally I suppressed my crying.
She knew that all this was just self-deception. Jiang Ping would never come back, and she would never live forever. However, even so, she still wanted to hide this relationship in her heart until she died.
"Jiang Ping...I love you too."
After sorting out his thoughts, Jingwan stood up, burst into tears and laughed, ready to welcome a new beginning.
At this time, Chen Shanzai walked in. When he saw Jingwan, he couldn't help feeling ashamed and his face was heavy.
When Jingwan saw Chen Shanzai, her face turned a little cold and asked lightly: "What are you doing?"
At this moment, Chen Shan could no longer bear the huge pressure, and his inner self-blame had filled his whole heart. Facing Jing Wan's cold words, he was speechless, buried his head in the bottom, and his body "splashed"
At once, he knelt heavily on the ground and smashed his head on the ground.
"Jingwan, sorry! I should..."
"Okay." Jingwan sighed when he looked like this, not going to blame him, "Get up, I don't hate you anymore. But, you should leave too, I don't want to see you again.
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"Yes..." After hearing Jing Wan's goodness, Chen Shan held back the sadness in his heart and had to retreat.
Perhaps, if he didn't do that, he could still be friends with Jingwan... But now, it's all his own fault.
Jing Wan picked up the package and came to Jiange before she saw Qiankun and his group who were leaving, and also came to them and said to Qiankun and Kong Douxuan: "Brother Qian, Elder Kong, I am leaving too."
"What?"
Both of them spoke out in unexplained ways.
Jing Wan smiled bitterly and told them about Jiang Ping, gradually relieved: "I have seen through a lot and understood a lot. Jiang Ping's death has a deep meaning to me, and I still have Jiang Ping's last wish in my hand."
"I want to go to the Liu family and send this letter to them. At the same time, I also want to see what kind of family it is that can make Brother Jiang work for them so wholeheartedly and willing to die..."
"You go and pursue your dreams, and I also want to help Brother Jiang and complete our own part."
They looked at the smile that was trying hard to raise the corner of Jing Wan's mouth and knew that Jiang Ping's death was of great significance to Jing Wan.
This girl still has to bear everything alone!
At this moment, Qiankun had great admiration for her and couldn't help but sigh secretly.
Kong Douxuan always felt that he owed the Liu family, and even more owed Jingwan in front of him. He sighed and told Jingwan firmly: "I will open Jiange! At the same time, I wrote a letter to the Liu family, forgive them and give them
Establish diplomatic relations! Jingwan, be careful on the road and do your best to do your best in some things!"
"I also want to travel to the entire capital, and maybe go to the Liu family you mentioned. We may meet in the future!" Qiankun also smiled and said to Jingwan.
Seeing the reactions of the two, Jing Wan felt a little warm, nodded and stopped talking.
She turned around and left alone, the beautiful figure petite and straight, gradually fading out of their vision.
Zhao Yu hurriedly ran to Qiankun's face, holding Qiankun's hand, still with a worried expression: "Benefactor, you must come back to see us, I will definitely become very strong by then! I can protect myself, too
Can protect your benefactor!"
"Okay, okay!" Qiankun continued to agree to Zhao Yuxin's words, so that she could feel at ease.
The old man from Dushan slowly walked out from behind Qiankun. He just stretched out his hand to grab Qiankun's back, but at this moment, a thought suddenly flashed out of his soul, causing him to shrink back involuntarily.
"Elder Kong, friend Qiankun. I'll leave first."
As soon as the old man in Dushan finished speaking, his figure had long disappeared.
Seeing that the old man in Poison Mountain had already left, Qiankun looked at Ling Feng's figure gradually leaving him, so he also stretched out his hand, touched Zhao Yuxin's head, followed him, and waved at Zhao Yuxin.
"goodbye!"
Zhao Yuxin also waved her hand suddenly until Qiankun's figure had gone away. Zhao Yuxin finally squatted in place, looking very sad.
Zhao Zhengkuan came to Zhao Yuxin, held her in his arms, and slowly comforted her: "Do you like Qiankun?"
Zhao Yuxin didn't want to admit it, but at this moment her trembling body had already given the answer, so she had to nod her head dullly.
"He has no intention of benefactor at all, and I'm embarrassed to say it out."
Zhao Zhengkuan recalled the various actions of Qiankun before, smiled knowingly, and patted his sister on the arm.
"Everyone was obsessed with charm before, and he was the only one who was fine. Could it be that he was not moved by women? People like him seemed to have no distractions in their hearts, and they were all focused on proving themselves. Such people are rare.
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Zhao Yuxin looked at the place where Qiankun left, looking at him, so she had to slowly close her eyes, lie in Zhao Zhengkuan's chest and burst into tears.
At this time, the old man from Dushan had already arrived in the dark alley where the Immortal Heiqin was. Looking at the figures of Qiankun and his group of people leaving, he asked the Immortal Heiqin with some confusion: "Why didn't I just let me take action and catch him?
Come? Wouldn't it be a one-time and for all?"
Seeing that the old man from Poison Mountain came, Heiqin smiled, shook his fingers, and answered to him: "That would only make us look like bad people. We are not rogue bandits like Wangdu, why do we need it?
So what to do?”
"Then, Hei Chi, what do you mean?"
"Instead of making him join us unwillingly, give him an opportunity to see what he will do."