Jiang Xiu was silent for a long time, raised his hand to wipe his tears, and his voice choked: "What's the use of saying sorry... What else can I do besides forgive you?"

Fu Chenhan felt relieved. He pressed Jiang Xiu's ears that were blown by the wind to the back of his ears, and his voice softly: "Jiang Jiang, I promise, this is the last time."

Jiang Xiu buried her face in his arms and said in a muffled voice: "I can't stand it if I do it a few more times."

Zheng Li clapped his hands and said, "Can you pay attention? You are just in public? It's almost enough."

She looked at Gu Zheng: "You still have a debt that has not been dealt with."

Gu Zheng's face was very cold. After he had lost his youthful sharpness, he had always been as gentle as jade. He was involved in politics, which made him smooth and sleek and without edges. Jiang Xiu hadn't seen him like this for a long time.

But facing Gu Zheng, she really didn't know what to say.

So he could only open his mouth and said, "Gu Zheng, you..."

Gu Zheng looked at her seriously: "You have always remembered it, right?"

Jiang Xiu nodded slightly.

Gu Zheng smiled: "Then do you think it's ridiculous when you look at me lying to you?"

"No, Gu Zheng." Jiang Xiu bit his lips, finally sighed, and said, "I... have already told you very clearly. Sometimes you have to be in your destiny. Don't force it if you don't have time. What you miss is missing is missing. No one can turn back time, and no one can change what has happened. You said, right?"

"..." Gu Zheng laughed out loud, looking at his tight palm.

When he was a teenager, he held a handful of sand tightly. The tighter he held, the faster he passed, and he lost his mother like this.

He accompanied the woman all night in the ward. She was already very unconscious at that time and could not recognize others. She always talked nonsense in the pain. Of course, at that time, it was also difficult for her to speak.

On a sunny morning, she finally got better. She opened her eyes and saw him, grabbed his hand and shed tears. He also cried unknowingly. He grabbed his mother's hand tightly, thinking about what his mother would ask him? Is it school or illness? He had already thought about how to answer in his heart, but she spoke, saying, "Chiyuan..."

Her name is Gu Chiyuan.

Gu Zheng's heart fell heavily at that moment and fell into countless pieces. Each piece of fragment reflected his sad face like a mirror, so he suddenly felt it was extremely ridiculous.

Gu Chiyuan abandoned her and used her. She stubbornly took her son away, leaving her last proud skeleton. He thought she had forgotten this man, but now he realized that there was no love that could be put down by letting go. It was just a self-deception. When she was looking back and was about to blow the light and pull out the wax, she held his hand like a girl and said, "Chiyuan, are the flowers in the yard blooming, right? I smell the fragrance of flowers."

After many years, Gu Zheng could not remember his mood at that time. Is it disgusting or hating? But he remembered what he said: "Yes, the flowers are blooming, do you want to go and see?"

She shook her head, smiled, and said slowly: "No, no, don't be defiled by me such a beautiful scenery."

When she said that, her breath was already very weak, but she still struggled to ask: "Chiyuan...have you ever loved me?"

That sentence seemed to exhaust all her strength.

She opened her blurred eyes, as if she wanted an answer before she died, and had to wait for an answer for many years and was looking forward to it for many years.

Gu Zheng was silent for a while and said softly: "I have loved."

She smiled with satisfaction and passed away with that satisfaction.

The doctor said she left peacefully.

It's very peaceful.

Gu Zheng thought that until death, what she was thinking about the most was Gu Chiyuan.

Now, Jiang Xiu is like the handful of sand he holds in his hand. He tried very hard to hold it tightly, but in the end it all flowed away.

Gu Zheng smiled and suddenly felt desolate. He looked at Jiang Xiu, and her appearance reflected in his eyes, as if it was no different from when he was a teenager. Time treated her well.

He remembered a lot of past events, or that she was still very young and was alone in the park, or that she was bullied in the alley that year.

Those are all very beautiful memories.

Gu Zheng closed his eyes and asked: "Jiang Xiu, if I... hadn't bid farewell without saying goodbye back then, would things be different?"

Jiang Xiu was also silent as he used to back then and said, "Maybe."

Even the answer is the same as him.

Gu Zheng remembered that he had pity for his mother at that time, so now, is Jiang Xiu also pity for him?

When things got to this point, Jiang Xiu was willing to pity him.

Gu Zheng covered his eyes and said hoarsely: "Let's go, you go."

Jiang Xiu pursed her lips and said, "Gu Zheng...I didn't blame you."

Gu Zheng smiled and said, "I know."

Jiang Xiu always felt uncomfortable, but she couldn't tell why.

Zheng Wu patted her on the shoulder and said, "Let's go."

Jiang Xiu nodded and walked out with Fu Chenhan. When she reached the door, she suddenly heard a gunshot and turned around in shock.

Gu Zheng stood in a small yard full of flowers, wearing a snow-white shirt, standing there like a jade tree facing the wind. He looked at Jiang Xiu, pulled the trigger, and the bullet passed through his chest. He didn't look at it. He looked at Jiang Xiu, and even smiled on his lips, as if he was saying something, and then he fell to the ground like a mountain collapsed.

The petals of a crape myrtle flower came over mountains and rivers and fell on his hair.

Jiang Xiu burst into tears in an instant.

Fu Chenhan had expected it and said lightly: "It's better if he dies, otherwise when Gu Chiyuan's affairs are revealed and he conspires with Gu Ci, he will be exiled if he is not locked up. If he dies now, he will remember a rich and powerful stroke in your heart."

Jiang Xiu ran over crying and knelt beside Gu Zheng. His eyes were still open, as gentle and indulgent as before.

Jiang Xiu cried in silence: "Gu Zheng...Gu Zheng..."

Her crying sounded hoarse: "Why do you have to...why do you have to!"

But Gu Zheng will not answer her again.

Jiang Xiu's fingers trembled and covered his eyelids. He gently stroked his hand, and Gu Zheng closed his eyes with her movements.

As the wind passed, the crape myrtle flowers rose down. Jiang Xiu thought that she would always remember that day.

The one who died in Gu Zheng, the crape myrtle flowers blooming, the sunny autumn.

The wind was sunny that day, the sky was blue, the white clouds were lazy, and there were unknown birds singing in the distance.
Chapter completed!