He felt very sad when he saw Rong Xi floating in the sea looking like a lost soul to Su Muyuan.
He rubbed his painful temples irritably. Then he went directly to a policeman and said, "My friend fell into the water. Please let me rescue him."
The American police attach great importance to life and are very efficient. They quickly asked Mu Yange to drive a small cruise ship to rescue Murong Xi.
"Susu. Susu..."
Murong Xi was just frantically looking for Su Su and had no feeling about Mu Yange's arrival.
Mu Yange was even more happy. She jumped into the water and knocked Murong Xi unconscious with a single blow of her hand. Then she dragged her onto the boat, ashore, then got in the car and drove back to Qilin Manor.
The manor was still in chaos.
Su ran over and stared at Murong Xi, wanting to say something.
Mu Yange had an unparalleled dislike for this woman. He directly said to his subordinates: "Kick this woman out of Qilin Manor."
Now. Murong Xi recalled.
Sue is nothing.
Su struggled to say something, but Mu Yange didn't want to hear it at all.
Mu Yange threw Rong Xi into the bathroom, found a servant to clean him, and found someone to keep an eye on him. Then he went back to the house. Only then did his beautiful face become filled with deep sadness.
Su Muyuan...
Su Muyuan...
Perhaps even he himself had anticipated his own death. However, he left so calmly and cleanly, without leaving any trouble behind.
It's just that he is only twenty-six years old.
A man is young at the moment.
Mu Yange closed her eyes sadly. He was still saturated with the deep sorrow.
…
…
The next day, Christmas, the whole of New York felt festive and cheerful. However, Kirin Manor looked lifeless.
Those servants didn't dare to breathe.
Because something like that happened yesterday. Everyone knows the seriousness of the matter.
Murong Xi opened his eyes early, but did not make any movement. He was like a delicate and beautiful doll, lying motionless on the bed. No one knew what he was thinking.
This lying down is like an early morning.
The brothers of the Qilin Association looked at this scene. They were all worried that their boss would not be able to think clearly, so they became more and more cautious. They didn't even take a day off on Christmas.
At eight o'clock in the morning, a package was delivered to Qilin Manor.
This is a package sent to Murong Xi. Murong Xi doesn't want to care about anything right now. How can he pay attention to any package?
It was Mu Yange who took the package and said, "This is what Su Muyuan sent to you. It was sent by express delivery yesterday."
Murong Xi's empty eyes blinked. Then he came back to his senses and looked at the box wrapped as a Christmas gift.
Looking at Su Muyuan's handwriting, Murong Xi immediately took action. She was nervous, excited, and slightly worried...
Maybe Murong Xi still didn't give up without seeing Su Muyuan's body with her own eyes.
Su Su is such a strategist. How could she risk her death?
Maybe this package is the clue that Su Su is alive. Otherwise, why was it sent yesterday...
He was frightened and cautious at the same time...
My hands kept shaking and shaking for a long time before I opened the wrapping paper.
There is a note on it. It reads: Hi Murong Xi. Merry Christmas. Maybe you are not interested in these. But I still plan to send these to you. Send them to you as a Christmas gift. If you don’t like it, just throw it away. .
That indifferent and polite tone made Rong Xi hurt internally.
If... if... it's all his fault... He personally ruined the relationship between Su Su and him.
"Susu..."
He called softly, but without too many words. He felt a lot of regret. Murong Xi didn't know how to express it at all. In the end, he only had this soft call: "Su Su..."
He felt that he was simply a bastard. Why did he remember Susu wrongly? Susu was his favorite Susu. Why did he remember wrongly...
He knelt on the ground and wanted to cry, but couldn't. His expression was painful and ugly.
Mu Yange watched from the side. He couldn't help turning his head. The pain was so extreme that he couldn't even shed tears.
This is probably the first time Murong Xi has experienced such pain.
He had no comfort. At this time, any comfort seemed false.
And Murong Xi opened the box and found that it was Su Muyuan's diary. The diary starting from the age of six. A full twenty years. Twenty thick volumes. Each one is one year...
Time suddenly became thick and materialized.
Murong Xi couldn't help but recall the past. From the age of three, when she had no memory, to the age of twenty-three, a full twenty years...
The long and distant time. As fast as the blink of an eye. But long and heavy...
Murong Xi started reading from the first book.
It was Christmas twenty years ago. It was also a snowy night like this. Su Su said that she would take him abroad in twenty years to look for Santa Claus...
A simple but immature dream. It is nothing to a six-year-old child.
And he was even younger at that time. He was only three years old. He doesn’t even remember whether he said this...
However, Susu at that time recorded all of this so persistently, and then worked hard to fulfill her promise...
…
He continued to read. Su Su's handwriting was really not good-looking at first, but he became very beautiful when he wrote it. He is a person like him who can write every word beautifully. Calligraphy. The most difficult thing to write is regular script. Su Su The regular script is the most beautiful...
The twenty thick diaries are the changes in his handwriting. They are also the changes in his own state of mind...
Facing his unknown and obscure love, he was confused, afraid, and escaped. In the end, he chose to face it. He was hurt, but also expected...
In the end, what is the ending...
A set of diaries. Murong Xi almost forgot all sleep and food to read them. His talent was amazing. It was easy to learn anything. So as long as he wanted to learn something well, he could be very good. He never read books seriously. This is the life of him. It was the first time that he read someone's words so carefully and attentively...
He seemed to have touched Susu's soul.
That man. Love him. Tolerance, indifference, persistence...
That is the most obscure secret love. A gorgeous flower blooms quietly in the darkness...
Su Su said in his diary that in the end he was desperate. Maybe the ending was not as good as he imagined, but it was better than losing everything.
At the gambling table, the person who loses the most is always the person who doesn't place bets.
A grand gamble. He risked his life to gamble on a person's sincerity.
…
Murong Xi closed her eyes gently. Tears finally fell from the corners of her eyes...
Susu. You win.
I, Murong Xi, will never love except you again in this life.
But Susu, I lost because I lost you before I could say I love you...
…
Murong Xi couldn't help but smile softly.
Su Su's move was really cruel. He gave all the diaries to himself. In the diaries, he faced God. He was frank, he was real, and he had no cover...
He gave to himself what was given to God and his soul.
How dare Murong Xi not take it seriously...
Moreover, Su Su was so sullen. Even if he didn't say it, Murong Xi knew that the Christmas gift Su Su wanted to give him the most was himself.
Because Susu's birthday is Christmas.
Mr. Su said that Su Muyuan is the best Christmas gift God has given to the Su family.
Twenty years later, he gave this gift to himself.
He received a gift. But he lost him...
…
The diary is closed. It's like a dream.
In and out of dreams, it was that person's love for him that fully lit up his whole life.
Murong Xi suddenly understood that he was never alone.
Even if he loses Susu, he is not alone.
He will spend the remaining two-thirds of his life loving the dead Susu.
No regrets in this life. No regrets.
Rong Su got it done. Below is a pillow of fleeting time.
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