Chapter 59: 059: Witnessing the funeral
Chapter 59 059: Witnessing the funeral
Fu Xiting's hand covering the medicine box stopped abruptly, staring at Jiang Yi with a somewhat dazed gaze.
Does it have to be announced to the world after death?
These words sounded too sad and indignant.
But by coincidence, Fu Xiting was reminded of something, and he looked down at Jiang Yi who was squatting on the ground.
The suspicion in Ou's eyes almost dripped water.
Ke Jiangyi seemed to have said that sentence inadvertently.
Turn a blind eye to his sizing up.
She swallowed the ibuprofen from the cup in her hand.
Squat on the ground and hugged his knees for a while before standing up.
Seeing that Fu Xiting didn't move, his eyes fell on him suspiciously.
In the middle of the night, the doubts in Fu Xiting's heart were gradually magnified by the quiet air.
“Because I want to be a real realist, not an ant living in the haze”
When these words slowly came out of Fu Xiting's thin lips, Jiang Yi's heart was beating wildly.
She couldn't remember clearly, she couldn't remember exactly when she said this sentence to Fu Xiting, so that this man remembered it.
In the middle of the night, Fu Xiting's doubts about her came rushing like a river at high tide.
And Jiang Yi, tried hard to suppress the beating emotions in his heart, and tried hard to turn his eyes into puzzlement.
She tried to make herself an ignorant person.
"What is Mr. Fu talking about? There is a lot of poetry at night?" Jiang Yi stared at him for a moment, as if watching a psychopath.
That gaze is particularly naked.
Fu Xiting had a panoramic view of the wonder and doubt in Jiang Yi's eyes.
It seems that she really doesn't know this passage, and has never heard of it.
Jiang Yi's back sweated layer after layer, and there were beads of sweat under the thin pajamas.
This man——too scary.
Fu Xiting's mind is as delicate as a hair, making it impossible for Jiang Yi to hide and avoid.
As soon as she entered the room, Jiang Yi closed the door pretending to be calm, but only for a moment, she slowly slid onto the floor against the door panel.
Holding his chest and panting heavily.
When Fu Xiting returned to his room, he passed by the door of Jiang Yi's room and stopped for a while.
seems to want to see what happened.
The doubts in his heart caused him to have a brief tangle.
Eventually, the man left.
As for Jiang Yi, the tense emotions were only released at this time.
Throughout the night, she was half asleep and half awake, and all the people in the dream appeared together, forcing her to a corner.
Woke her up.
The next day, in the early morning of May 28th, Fu Xiting was wearing a black suit and even a black shirt, and went out early.
Fang Chi sent her down the mountain.
From Yu Garden to Jiangnan Garden, there will inevitably be a Kangzhuang Avenue in the middle. This Kangzhuang Avenue is also extremely famous in the capital. It is said that all the famous and powerful units in the entire capital are on this road.
The International Negotiation Department is also among them.
When passing by, she saw a number of black Coster driving slowly from her side.
Coster bus followed by a number of private cars with black and white flowers.
Slightly puzzled, he glanced sideways, and Jiang Yi only felt five thunderbolts when he looked over.
The blood all over her body rushed up to her forehead and eye sockets, making her tremble all over.
In the car headed by him, his own photo was hung.
That was her favorite work photo during her lifetime. It was simple and elegant. The only difference was that it was now in black and white.
The windows of the bus were closed, and it was driving slowly on the main road.
Jiang Yi's gaze changed from shock to grief.
It was an emotion close to pity, she was like a criminal, living in this world but unable to tell anyone.
She was clearly still alive, but she indirectly witnessed her own funeral.
In Jiang Yi's heart, it seemed that thousands of ruthless claws were grinding her and ravaging her, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Jiang Yi's hand clenched into a fist, and her nails penetrated into the flesh, making her palm dripping with blood, but even so, she still didn't feel anything.
In the blink of an eye, she saw Fu Xiting's 3456 car, and the man seemed to have seen her too. Waiting for the gap between the traffic lights, the man's car window was slightly pressed down, revealing a delicate and affectionate face.
Fu Xiting's appearance is not soft and beautiful, but the kind of calmness that has seen the vicissitudes of the world. Just looking at it gives people an infinite sense of security, yes—a sense of security.
"Today is the funeral of the international negotiator Jiang Fu," Fang Chi seemed to have seen Fu Xiting, so he started to chat with Jiang Yi.
Jiang Yi held back the pain in his heart, and pressed back his emotions: "Why did your husband participate?"
"Yes, sir admires this lady very much, and once praised her as the only Jiangfu in the world."
Jiang Yi's right hand trembled unconsciously. She reached out and squeezed her palm fiercely.
"Really? It's a pity that the person he admired has passed away."
Fang Chi sighed helplessly: "Yes."
"I heard that the plane exploded, and there were no bones left. Today's burial is a clothes tomb."
"Stop by the side of the road, I'll go to the bookstore, you don't need to deliver it."
"But--."
"Stop."
Jiang Yi was resolute and did not give him the slightest chance to refute.
Fang Chi had no choice but to pull over and stop.
Jiang Yi dived into the shopping mall, pushed open the door of the bathroom, and squatted on the ground—crying loudly.
The unconcealable mourning sounded in the narrow space, she looked like a person abandoned by fate.
Struggling to come out, to separate the soul from the body.
But there was nothing she could do.
She bit her wrist, causing the scream to be lowered in volume.
But this low-pitched cry still alarmed the people outside, and someone patted on the door panel and asked what was wrong with her.
While she couldn't hide the heart-piercing pain in her heart, she still wanted to choke up and tell people outside: "I'm fine."
People outside left the letter in doubt.
And still wondering: "It's nothing, why do you cry in a low voice."
The girl next to her persuaded: "Forget it, let's go! She said it's okay, no one is sad yet."
Jiang Yi sat on the toilet with her head raised, crying with tears streaming down her face.
In addition to bite marks, there are also scratches on both hands.
It looks horrible.
On May 28, 2010, Jiang Fu’s funeral was buried in the martyrs’ cemetery in the outskirts of the city.
There is a black and white photo hanging on the tombstone.
On this day, the sky in the capital was gloomy.
Like Jiang Yi, crying uncontrollably, and her fiancé, Lin Jingzhou.
In less than half a day, everyone in the circle knew that Lin Jingzhou fainted at Jiang Fu's funeral and was sent to the hospital.
When everyone heard the news, they were slightly silent and speechless.
The two people who met at the age of seventeen or eighteen were separated by Yin and Yang at the age of twenty-seven or eight.
As far as fate is concerned, this is a joke in itself.
is a big joke.
Many people at the funeral were silent.
Some people's silence is true, and some people's silence is false.
Everyone's condolences to Jiang Fu's parents were all knives.
(end of this chapter)