Even if Leng Yixiu continues to deceive himself, he ultimately cannot change one fact---Lin Yixun will never co back.
Throughout her life, Lin Yixun lived for love when she was young, and after maturing, she lived for her family. Therefore, Leng Yixiu decided to place Lin Yixun’s grave next to her parents’ graves. Leng Yixiu thought that being close to her parents must have been her deepest wish.
Lin Yixun did not like noise during her lifeti, so everything about the funeral was kept simple. Apart from Leng Yixiu, the remaining attendees were the people closest to Lin Yixun. Although she didn’t have many friends, Chu Yan and Song Yi were inconsolable. They had never expected that a beautiful wedding would turn into a tragedy.
"Didn’t you say you wanted to be your bridesmaid? Didn’t you say you wanted to be the godmother of your children? Why did you leave us before we could do all these things!"
Chu Yan wobbled unsteadily. If she had known this would be the outco, what was the point of saving her back then?
Song Yi stepped forward and held her in his arms. "The dead cannot co back to life. Apart from accepting it, there’s nothing we can do. We can only hope that there are no worries in heaven."
All the people close to Lin Yixun attended her funeral, but Ouyang Hao did not appear at the funeral.
Leng Yixiu knew that Ouyang Hao, perhaps like him, still could not accept the fact that Lin Yixun had died, which was why he did not attend the funeral.
Sotis, accepting death is more painful than death itself.
On the day of Lin Yixun’s funeral, the weather was beautiful, with not a cloud in the sky. But even the warst sunshine could not warm Leng Yixiu’s cold heart.
At the funeral, Leng Yixiu asked Cen Lin, "Did she leave any ssage for ?"
Leng Yixiu had always been bothered that Lin Yixun had left a letter for Ouyang Hao but nothing for him.
Cen Lin gazed at him deeply, then shook her head.
"Heh... In her heart, I still couldn’t compare to soone else." Leng Yixiu smiled self-mockingly.
Cen Lin lowered her eyes to look at the photo on the tombstone. "There were too many grievances between you. Maybe even she did not know whether she loved you or hated you. If I were Lin Yixun, I wouldn’t know what to say to you either."
"Really?" The man gave a bitter smile.
Leng Yixiu didn’t know what the real answer was, and he would never know because the answer had long been buried with Lin Yixun’s death. Moreover, now it was aningless to entangle with this question.
After the funeral, Leng Yixiu had Yi Jie take Xiao Yi Xun back, while he stayed in front of Lin Yixun’s grave for a long ti.
He slowly extended his hand, gently caressing the photo on the tombstone as if he were touching Lin Yixun’s face, tenderly and lingeringly. But deep in his eyes, there was a piercing pain.
He stared fixedly at the bright smiling face in the photo and said softly, "Yixun, the results from the hospital have co out. The child’s bone marrow matches yours very well. The bone marrow transplant can be done next month. Soon, the child will be healthy again, just like everyone else."
"I know you were always worried about the children. Rest assured, I will take good care of them and let them grow up happy and healthy." Even though he now felt like a walking corpse, longing to follow her.
The day after the funeral, Leng Yixiu acted as usual, going to work on ti during the day and telling bedti stories to the children at night, showing no abnormality at all. The more composed he was, the more worried the people around him beca. This unease and worry lasted for half a year, but they were astonished to find that for six months, Leng Yixiu continued to eat and sleep as usual.
Thus, Old He and Sister Yi finally felt relieved. They thought, perhaps the gentleman had let go. It’s better this way; people always have to look forward. Dwelling in the past is bad for both oneself and others.
Only Fei Yichen held a different view. Maybe Leng Yixiu had indeed hidden all his emotions very well, but he saw dead silence in his eyes, with not even a hint of light, just like stagnant water.
This kind of Leng Yixiu always made him feel uneasy, giving him a sense that sothing bad would happen inexplicably.
However, one year and two years went by, and everything remained fine.
Ouyang Hao got married in the second year after Lin Yixun’s death. Leng Yixiu attended his wedding. No one had expected that two forr archenemies, who once wished to destroy each other, would one day stand on the grass and chat peacefully like friends.
"You surprised ," Leng Yixiu said blandly.
Ouyang Hao curled his thin lips, "You an I would marry soone else?"
Leng Yixiu only smiled and said nothing, accepting everything in silence. He knew very well about Ouyang Hao’s feelings for Lin Yixun, and even though Lin Yixun had died, he feared Ouyang Hao would never love another woman. But he hadn’t expected that Ouyang Hao would actually enter a relationship with another woman.
Ouyang Hao looked up at the cloudless sky, his gaze sowhat blurred. After a long ti, Leng Yixiu heard his low voice, "She wanted to forget her, marry another woman, and have children. I didn’t want to disappoint her."
Ouyang Hao’s voice was very light, sowhat ethereal, yet like a blunt knife, it cut through Leng Yixiu’s heart, stroke by stroke.
Leng Yixiu smiled bitterly. It turned out that Ouyang Hao was just like him, both were pitiable people who couldn’t move on from their past.
Ouyang Hao looked deeply at him, seeing the sorrow in his deanor, he softly said, "The wind is strong outside, and the sand can easily get into your eyes. Do you want to co inside for a drink?"
"No need, I still have to pick up the children later."
"Alright, then I won’t keep you. But it’s really not worth it for you, giving so much gift money and not even getting to have a al."
"It’s alright, it’s just a small amount of money."
Ouyang Hao watched Leng Yixiu leave, and only when Leng Yixiu got into the car and drove away did he retract his gaze and said self-deprecatingly, "At least before she left, she left you with three children, but I have nothing."
...
Ti flew by, and the children grew up day by day. As the saying goes, a girl changes dramatically from childhood to adulthood. In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yi Xun had grown into a graceful young lady. She resembled her mother and was very beautiful. Every ti Leng Yixiu saw Xiao Yi Xun, he couldn’t help but think of Lin Yixun.
He smiled faintly. He thought that without Lin Yixun, ti would stretch endlessly, but he didn’t expect that everything would pass in the blink of an eye. In no ti, Xiao Yi Xun had already graduated from university and could stand on her own.
The day after Xiao Yi Xun’s graduation ceremony, Leng Yixiu received another bombshell in his life. Staring fixedly at the few black characters on the diagnosis report in his hand, a serene smile spread across his lips.
He thought, he had endured for so long, he could finally be free.
When Ouyang Hao heard about Leng Yixiu’s death, he was sowhat surprised, but on deeper thought, it seed not so surprising after all.
From others, Ouyang Hao learned that Leng Yixiu had died of stomach cancer, and the reason he got stomach cancer was due to long-term alcoholism. In fact, at first, the people around Leng Yixiu did not realize he had been drinking heavily for years. It was only after his death, when sorting through the basent, that they discovered everything. The basent where Leng Yixiu’s servant found the room full of empty liquor bottles. During his life, Leng Yixiu never allowed anyone to enter the basent, not even his three children.
When Ouyang Hao heard about this, he felt a mix of emotions and smiled knowingly. Who said Leng Yixiu was cold and unfeeling, not shedding a tear even at his fiancée’s funeral? Only Ouyang Hao knew that from the day Lin Yixun died, Leng Yixiu had been planning his own death.
After Leng Yixiu died, his family followed his last wishes, cremated him, and scattered his ashes on the lawn in front of Lin Yixun’s grave. Leng Yixiu did not ask to be buried together with Lin Yixun. He said that in life, he had been forcing her all along, and in death, he did not want to force her anymore. He just wanted to quietly watch over her from a place not far away.
Despite being lifelong enemies, Ouyang Hao attended Leng Yixiu’s funeral. At his funeral, his three children were extraordinarily calm, so were Sister Yi and Old He, because they all knew that perhaps death was the greatest relief for Leng Yixiu. He had held on until now just to take good care of Lin Yixun and his three children.
Before Ouyang Hao left, Fei Yichen called out to him. Ouyang Hao looked at him confusedly, but he heard him say in a deep voice, "Actually, when Yixiu was diagnosed with cancer, it was only early-stage stomach cancer, and if he had cooperated with the doctors, he had a high chance of surviving. But he kept it from everyone and continued to refuse treatnt, dragging the illness into late-stage stomach cancer. Ouyang Hao, his love for Lin Yixun was no less than yours."
Ouyang Hao pulled a wry smile, murmuring, "I know."
In the past, he hated Leng Yixiu to the bone, wishing to grind his bones into dust. But over the years, he had to admit that he fell far short of him. It was no wonder he lost so completely in the end.
No, in this crowded love story, no one erged the final winner, they all lost completely.
Just then, a familiar ringtone suddenly rang. Ouyang Hao took out his phone from his bag and pressed the answer key, "Hello, Nian Nian?"
"I heard from mom that you went to T City?"
"Hmm, to attend a friend’s funeral."
"Then co back early, Yi Yi was just crying for you."
At the ntion of his beloved daughter, Ouyang Hao’s gaze softened a bit. He lowered his gaze and looked at the tombstone not far behind the lawn, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.
"Yixun, I am doing well now. I got married just as you wished, and I even have a lovely daughter. Did you see that from up above?"
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