Ember Fire Boat

[Failed to chase his wife at the crematorium] [Rebirth] [Awakening] [Abuse the scumbag] The snow fell overwhelmingly in Beicheng, turning the towering Zhongming Mountain into a pure white. Shen Zhiyi knelt in front of the cold tombstone, her fingertips turning purple from the cold, but she still stubbornly traced the name on the tombstone over and over again - Su Qingyuan. The stele is very new, and the veins of the bluestone are still filled with wetness that has not yet dried. It is very similar to the tears that fell on the back of her hands when Su Qingyuan was lying in her arms on that rainy night three years ago, breathless. "Zhiyi... Don't believe him..." Fu Mingzhao... He..." The rest of his words were choked by blood foam in his throat. The last direction his eyes were always filled with starlight was the lights of the Fu family villa. Fu Mingzhao lived there, Fu Mingzhao's father Fu Jingshen lived there, and the woman named Wen Ruan lived there. Shen Zhiyi closed her eyes, and the snow particles hit her eyelashes and turned into ice-cold water. She remembered Su Qingyuan's appearance before she died, and the broken railing that Su Qingyuan threw at her to block her when she was pushed down the stairs by Fu Mingzhao. She remembered Wen Ruan standing next to Fu Mingzhao and saying with a smile, "Shen Zhiyi, you and Qingyuan are just Mr. Fu's playthings." Hate? Shen Zhiyi raised his hand and touched the words on the tombstone, with a faint smile on his lips. Hated. I hate Fu Mingzhao's blindness, I hate Wen Ruan's snake-heartedness, and even more, I hate myself... I hate myself for being blind at the beginning and taking the gold and jade with the mud in it as the light of salvation. The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the sound of car engines could be heard in the distance. Shen Zhiyi did not look back, she knew that Fu Mingzhao was here. Over the years, he always comes. He came late and left early, standing far away like a coward who didn't dare to get close. The footsteps stopped behind me, carrying the familiar, nauseating aroma of sandalwood. "Knowledge. "Fu Mingzhao's voice was colder than the cold winter wind, "You came to see her again. " Shen Zhiyi finally looked back. She looked at the man in front of her, at the new white hair on his temples, at the exhaustion and regret that could not be concealed in his eyes, and she felt ironic. "Fu Mingzhao," her voice was very soft, but like a knife tempered with ice, "Are you worthy of standing here? " Fu Mingzhao's face paled for a moment, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he just said a mute "I'm sorry." "Sorry? "Shen Zhiyi smiled, her laughter broken in the wind and snow, "Can I apologize for Su Qingyuan's life? Can I say sorry to the doctor for my half-disabled leg? Fu Mingzhao, you owe us your life. " Fu Mingzhao's body swayed, and blood filled his eyes: "I know... I know I was wrong... Zhiyi, can you come back? I will give you all the Fu family, I..." "Get out. Shen Zhiyi interrupted him, his eyes as cold as ice, "I think you are dirty." " Fu Mingzhao froze on the spot, watching her turn around and kneel back in front of the tombstone, her back straight like a green bamboo that never bends. He stood for a long time, so long that snow fell all over his shoulders, and so long that his body temperature drained away little by little. He looked at Shen Zhiyi's back and suddenly remembered many years ago. In the midsummer of that year, the sycamore branches grew wildly and the cicadas chirped noisily. The first time he met Shen Zhiyi was at the Fu family's banquet. Wearing a white dress, she stood beside Su Qingyuan, quietly, like a gardenia free from dust. Su Qingyuan took her hand and said to him with a smile: "Brother Ming Zhao, this is my best friend, Shen Zhiyi. " At that time, in his eyes and heart, there was only Wen Ruan with a charming smile. He felt that Shen Zhiyi was too quiet, that she was too indifferent, that she was not as good as Wen Ruan, who knew how to please him. He even felt that the way Shen Zhiyi looked at him contained a kind of admiration that he did not know his own abilities. Now that I think about it, where is admiration? That's mercy. It's the silent pity of watching a clown about to fall into the abyss. The wind and snow are getting worse. Fu Mingzhao turned around and staggered away. His back disappeared into the vast snow, like a speck of dust blown away by the wind. Shen Zhiyi slowly opened her eyes when she heard footsteps disappearing. She looked at Su Qingyuan's smiling face on the tombstone and said softly: "Qingyuan, he is gone. " "Look, heaven is so easy to reincarnate, no one will be spared by heaven. " "We…will have our revenge soon. " Snow fell on the monument, covering her voice. It also covers the desolate hatred buried deep in the bones and blood. Intention: Love is having you in my heart, nothing else will appear