At That Time the Deceased Was Playing the Flute

[The legal system referenced in this article is based on the maritime law system] To grow, to overflow, to flourish and then wither. The glory and talent of the young musician once made countless people regret it. Could it be that God was jealous of the talent, and the orphan of the rich and powerful ended up in such a sad ending. Mei Ji's death made the upper class briefly remember this family that was once unprecedentedly prosperous and now completely cut off. The person who inherited Mei Ji's legacy was named Mo Qian. It is said that he was treated by Mei Ji as the only true love in her life, but he was a callous and cold-hearted scumbag. Although this rookie in the legal profession has a sharp tongue and is an absolute strongman who can win in court, his love life has been criticized. He is romantic by nature, arrogant and indifferent, and has numerous lovers around him. He and Mei Ji have maintained a nominal partnership for nine years, but they have never been loyal. They strangely make each other obsessed with him and become a demon. Even if they die, they are willing to use their inheritance to support him. It is rumored that Mo Qian was unfaithful to his feelings, which caused the sentimental artist to break down and finally choose to end his life in the bathtub. Only Mo Qian knew that the truth was not like this. He clearly remembered that midnight, when the bathroom was enveloped in a warm and humid mist. The pale body was on the verge of destruction, a scarlet rainstorm was gestating on his wrist, and the black eyes that were always buried in fascination looked at him motionless under the water until the soul inside died completely. His sight was hidden under the bright red gauze, and Mo Qian thought he saw a smile in a trance. The joy made him shudder. He was already tired of playing the so-called love game with this innocent young master for nine whole years. Everything you do is just for the assets in the other party's name - profit is the original driving force. The moment he witnessed Mei Ji slashing a sharp blade at him, the trembling exclamation in his heart was mixed with ecstasy. This also saves me having to do it. Mo Qian told himself this. But there was still a creepy feeling of discomfort that often enveloped him and surrounded him. He delayed Mei Ji's funeral again and again, not bothering to show even the slightest sadness or lamentation after the other party left. There was no need to perform the drama to make people happy for the dead, not to mention that he had already obtained what he longed for - all the assets under Mei's huge frame. He is still romantic and thinks very highly of himself, as if he has gotten rid of all the past and is running towards tomorrow. But Mo Qianqian felt that something was peeping, although he didn't know what it was. It wasn't until he was cleaning the tombstone on the first anniversary of the other person's death that he saw a pale ghost standing in the rain, as if looking at his smile. The face was complete and beautiful, and the voice was thick and vicious. The other person hooked his shoulder as he did before, and looked at him with eyes that had accumulated a thick gray color at some point, soft and sad: "My dear, long time no see. Do you miss me?" Mo Qian, who was in panic, almost turned around and left in a panic. He wished it was an illusion and he was just having a nightmare. But things cannot always go according to his wishes. The black ribbon wrapped around his neck, bit by bit severing his lingering struggle, cutting off the air and his lungs. Before the suffocation and the ensuing darkness, he felt someone supporting him. He leaned closer and gently kissed the Adam's apple covered by the ribbon. Mei Ji's graceful hands caressed the skin and tied the ribbon with a beautiful and strong knot. He said: "Let's go home. I'll play your favorite tune for you, okay?" This is Mo Qian's retribution. —— Mei Ji knew that in exchange for a dance, something had to be sacrificed. Even if the price may be life, love, or something more important, he already knew that Violetta could not keep Alfred. But he is willing to give up half of his kingdom to comfort his beloved - if that possibility exists, he only knows that the imitated emotional module can overcome the shortcomings and understand what love is. "My princess, dear Salome. I am willing to give you my precious soul and head, so can you put on that veil and give me the last opera, the last dance of the seven-fold veil?" The evil spirit has absolute control over the ghost 1 × The arrogant and heartless lawyer 0 Meiji × Mo Qian A performance about "love" [Warning: Mei is not a good thing. His weakness and innocence are just for Mo. He is essentially a very evil and immoral guy who does not understand the meaning of most emotions. He is just trying to make Mo fall into the so-called "love" and dance for him out of a desire to see desire and beauty burning. What's more, he can be indifferent or even happy about Mei's death because of interests. Of course, he will not show mercy because of love. He will always only love himself. No one is unclean, nor does he love plum blossoms. It's probably a short story, the author's personal outlet for watching villains torture each other, just for fun. [The content involving abnormal three views does not represent the author's position, please do not imitate] Intention: Evil will be punished, blood debts will be paid with blood