Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

Several cars changed directions and drove towards the cemetery.

When approaching the neighborhood, many shops selling incense, candles and paper fire appeared on the side of the road. Murong Cheng asked the car to stop for a while and bought some paper money.

It is neither the New Year nor Ching Ming. The cemetery is very quiet.

When they found Mu Zening's tombstone, they found that the two floor tiles directly in front of the tombstone had loosened signs.

If you come back later, the bricks are stepped on by passers-by and the cracks between the bricks are filled with dust, it may be difficult to see the traces.

They pried the two bricks apart, but unexpectedly, there was only yellow-brown soil and sand underneath.

Du Hao couldn't help being surprised: "The floor tiles have obviously been moved, but why isn't the dagger inside? Did she hide it somewhere else?"

The subordinate asked Murong Cheng: "Do other places need to be searched?"

Searching again is to pry open all nearby floor tiles, but in that case, the movement will be big.

Murong Cheng frowned and looked at the layer of soil, was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "Put the bricks back."

He burned some paper for Mu Zening, and then left the cemetery.

After getting in the car, he called Gu Liang, did not go in circles, and asked directly: "Did you take the dagger?"

"I only saw the dagger once, on the day of the wedding." Gu Liang replied.

Murong Cheng smiled lightly, as if disdainfully, "Gu Liang, that dagger is made of her bones, and it is probably the only thing in the world that can hold her. If it's in your hands, You'd better keep it tightly and don't be spotted by that kid, otherwise if you two turn your faces in the future, you don't even have a little leaning in your hand, wouldn't it be pity?

Gu Liang's voice is still not salty or weak: "Thank you for your concern."

The phone hangs up.

...

Gu Liang sat in the study, his thoughts sinking.

I don't know how long I sat there, but there was a soft knock on the door outside.

"Come in."

The door slowly opened, Tangtang came in with a bowl with a sweet smile on her face, she was like a pure and ignorant girl.

"Gu Liang, you didn't eat just now. I made a salad. Would you like to eat it?"

She approached him, and placed the salad bowl on the table, with red and green in it, looking fresh and delicious.

"I don't know how to cook. They said that salad is simple, so I tried to learn... Actually, there are many tricks."

She took his hand and spoke softly, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Try it, it tastes very good, with small tomatoes, apples, red cabbage, Parmesan cheese..."

Gu Liang nodded faintly, "Well, I'll eat it later."

Tangtang looked at Gu Liang's eyes.

She wanted to sit on his lap as usual, but she was a little timid and uneasy to test his reaction: "Gu Liang, when I cut the apple, I cut my finger. It hurts..."

"Let me see." Gu Liang said.

Tangtang stretched out her index finger.

Gu Liang looked at it, "It's okay, it's not too deep, go back to the room and take a band-aid."

Tangtang pursed her lips, and then whispered, "Gu Liang, my finger hurts... Can you blow it?"

Gu Liang's voice was weak and seemed to be tired of dealing with her, "Be good, go get the band-aid."

Tang Tang lowered his head sadly, holding his fingers and leaving the study.

...

Solitude at night.

The soft and warm touch awakens the senses.

He opened his eyes dimly and saw her greedily sucking with his fingers in his hands.

Her lips are so red, her skin is so white, and her long hair is like jet-black seaweed around her delicate face-she looks like lying on him, like a demon coming by night, wanting to be in ecstasy with him overnight.

And the black that overflowed from his fingertips, like puffs of smoke lingering all around, was finally sucked cleanly by the lips that were more delicate than petals...

The severe pain came as expected, and Gu Liang's whole body was tight. The pain almost made people collapse, his head was about to split, and his ears buzzed.

In a muddle, he felt that she hugged himself tightly and humbled him: "Gu Liang, I won't learn mahjong anymore, I won't go out to play... I will cure your disease, be very obedient, you will support me good or not?"