It’s hard to recover after overturning the water

The cold wind howled by, and the weather was gloomy, as if a blizzard was about to fall, cold and desolate.

More than a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and the end of the year is approaching.

Jiangcheng, inside the cemetery.

The stairs of the cemetery can't be seen at a glance, and the silhouettes of the figures in front can only be seen vaguely because of the thick fog.

Cheng Siyan held Cheng Suiran's hand and slowly walked towards his parents' tombstone.

"Mom and Dad, I brought my sister here, and we are here to worship you." Cheng Siyan knelt in front of the tombstone, looked at the photo on the tombstone, and said softly.

In the photo, Father Cheng and Mother Cheng look calm and peaceful.

"Mom and Dad, don't worry, my brother takes good care of me." Cheng Suiran followed his gaze and smiled lightly.

In the photo, the faces of the Cheng family and his wife are filled with happy and warm smiles, as if they have seen their children grow up happily.

Cheng Siyan looked away, turned to look at her, and joked: "Why don't you complain to your parents?"

"What kind of complaint?" Cheng Suiran was confused for a moment.

Cheng Siyan glanced at the man standing not far away, and pointedly said: "Sue brother for not letting you fall in love."

When mentioning this matter, Cheng Suiran always felt a little bit conceited in his heart. He pretended to be calm and said: "I have no idea of ​​falling in love..."

Moreover, someone just rejected her once a few months ago. Even though she has the idea of ​​​​falling in love, she has no ability to realize it.

"Really?" Cheng Siyan looked at her with a faint smile but not a smile: "Of course, have you really deceived your brother as a fool?"

How could he not know what the little girl was thinking, but now was not a good time to reveal it.

When Cheng Suiran heard this, he immediately became furious: "How could I? Don't slander me in front of my parents!"

"Ha..." Cheng Siyan sneered and didn't argue with her any more.

The two bickered in front of their parents' tombstones for a while, then got up and prepared to leave.

"Brother, do you want to see Sister Nan Qiao?"

Cheng Suiran stood up, took out the star jar from his schoolbag, and whispered: "I have saved a lot of things to say to Sister Nan Qiao."

Cheng Siyan said "hmm" in his voice, but his eyes scanned the surroundings cautiously. I wonder if it was his imagination, but he always felt that there were a pair of eyes staring at them.

He frowned and looked around carefully, but there was nothing strange. Was it really his illusion?

Sensing something unusual about him, Cheng Suiran raised his head and looked around in confusion, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, what are you looking at?"

"fine."

Cheng Siyan came back to his senses, gathered his thoughts, led her forward, and asked casually: "What did you write on these star papers?"

"Secret, I won't tell you."

Cheng Suiran snorted, shook off his hand, and took the lead in arriving at Zhao Nanqiao's tomb.

Cheng Siyan raised his eyebrows, followed up with a step, and said with a smile: "You can't write bad things about your brother. If Zhao Nanqiao finds out, you will be angry with your brother again."

It is said that dreams are a bridge between the living and the dead, and they are also the spiritual sustenance of the living, but he has not dreamed about Zhao Nanqiao for nearly half a year.

This made him a little scared. He was afraid that he would gradually forget those precious memories between him and Zhao Nanqiao.

He remembered a sentence in "The List of Life": Death is not scary, forgetting is.

That's why he was afraid. He was afraid that one day he would really forget everything between him and Zhao Nanqiao.

It was obviously what he said with a smile, but Cheng Suiran still heard the sad meaning in it, stopped slightly, pursed his lips and smiled slightly: "My brother is so good, how could I write bad things, and Nan Qiao

It’s not too late for my sister to praise you.”

Hearing this, Cheng Siyan let out a soft "tsk" and stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek: "If it weren't for your sweet mouth, my brother would have secretly thrown you away when you were young."

Cheng Suiran refused, avoiding his claws, and groaned: "I don't believe it, are you willing to do it?"

"Why are you so reluctant?" Cheng Siyan looked at the quirky little girl in front of him and couldn't help but smile. He put more force on his hand, causing her to scream in pain.

He smiled and said, "Can I leave you to Qi Zhi to be my sister?"

"No." Cheng Suiran subconsciously refused. After meeting his somewhat thoughtful gaze, he quickly explained. He pulled his sleeves and shook them slightly to please him, and said softly: "I just want to be your sister.

Well, besides, I have no shortage of sisters."

When she looked like this, Cheng Siyan couldn't help but curl his lips and laugh, and stopped embarrassing her: "Then I'll accept you reluctantly, brother."

"I knew my brother was the best."

Cheng Suiran smiled and took his arm, saying coquettishly.

The two of them came to a tombstone all the way. Cheng Siyan squatted down in front of the tombstone and stared intently at the black and white photo on the tombstone.

The girl in the photo has picturesque eyebrows, a flowery smile, and her eyes are as beautiful and dazzling as stars.

Cheng Siyan caressed the girl in the photo with gentle eyes and said in a low voice: "Zhao Nanqiao, why don't you come to see me in your dreams recently..."

Cheng Suiran stood aside obediently, biting his lip and making no sound.

"Are you angry with me?"

There were tears in his eyes, and he closed his eyes gently to suppress the sobs rising in his throat. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, and a hoarse voice sounded in the cemetery.

"Nan Qiao, I know the answer now. It turns out that when the bullet passes through the human body, the person who is hit is so painful, as if he is being torn apart. How painful was it for you at that time..."

As he spoke, his tone became deeper and deeper, as sad as crying blood, which made the listeners sad and the listeners weeping, and filled their hearts with infinite emotion.

"I will think of the scene that day for countless nights. I pulled the trigger with my own hands and ended your life with my own hands. It hurt you so much. Did you hate me for a moment?"

Cheng Siyan slowly looked up at the sky, his tone extremely sad: "Many people have advised me and said it was not my fault, but I can't forgive myself no matter what. I lived a very painful and struggling life without you.

But it still can't change the fact that I killed you with my own hands..."

"elder brother……"

The tip of Cheng Suiran's nose felt sour and she almost shed tears. She bit her lip to restrain herself and said calmly, "Sister Nan Qiao will definitely not blame you. If she knew that you were so guilty and painful, she would definitely feel sorry for you."

Cheng Siyan lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

Under the gloomy sky, he didn't know how much time had passed before he slowly stood up and said with a slight arc at the corner of his mouth: "Let's go."

At the same time, there was another person who was even more sad than him. Jiang Weiyi stood not far away, looking at that scene, his eyes turned red unconsciously.

She knew that Cheng Siyan would never like her, but she still couldn't help wanting to get closer to him.

Once your heart starts beating for one person, it's the beginning of trouble.

——

On his way back, Cheng Suiran didn't expect to meet a familiar old friend.

She looks changed a lot.
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