Muchuan and Xiang Wan

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Slowly turned his head to look at him.

Suddenly, I laughed.

Helpless smile.

She didn't expect to hear Cheng Zheng's teaching one day. Teaching about love.

In the past frame of the past, this cold-faced indifferent man has never had anything to do with the symbol of love.

"Yes, you reminded me. It's time for me to go back." Xiang Wan said here, and the words changed, "I have to go back and bring the computer to the hospital."

"..."

"No matter what, the job cannot be given up."

Cheng Zheng was speechless.

Breathing into the night, smiling at him again.

"In case he becomes a vegetative, or is disabled, stupid. I have to raise him all my life, how can I not work?"

"..."

Cheng Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "I'll send you."

The night gets deeper.

The neon city is full of cars and crowds.

On such a night, the fog is very deep. I looked at it all night and felt that my eyes were wet with fog.

Along the way, Cheng Zheng did not speak.

The two did not talk.

In the silence, Cheng Zheng took her to the door of the community and stopped.

"Do I need to send you in?"

He understood the will to respect women.

Xiang Wan's lips smiled, and he looked back at him, his eyes soft as before.

"No, I can do it myself."

Cheng Zheng nodded silently: "Then I'm leaving. There is a need to call."

"okay."

"anytime."

He added, "My phone turns on 24 hours."

Xiang Wan smiled and said, "I have something for you. You are his brother! My brother."

Cheng Zheng's eyes stunned slightly, lowered his head for a moment, and then lifted it up, actually a bitter smile, "Go."

"Goodbye."

She stood outside the car window and waved at him, turned around and entered the door without turning back.

Cheng Zheng sat in the car and looked at her until her back disappeared into view. Then she turned on the lights in the car and pulled out a small metal box from her pocket.

The cold light pierced his eyes.

He squinted lightly, opened the box, and watched quietly.

It's not jewelry.

There is only one tooth.

He looked silently and thought silently.

Silently put it back in his pocket.

Then, drive away.

...

...

Ten days later, news of Xie Wanwan came.

Although Meng Chi found countless medical experts for her, and wished to leave her home for her, she still failed to get out of the hospital bed.

When the news came, the whole network mourned.

This woman who was insulted by the whole network was mourned dramatically by the whole network.

However, after she died.

They said that a good-looking female actress with acting skills, Xie Wanwan called the second, no one dared to call the first.

They finally remembered all her goodness.

They turned over the film she had starred in.

They talked about her difficult life and pain.

They listened to the song she sang and burst into tears...

They are mourning her, like they are mourning a void in themselves.

Tang Yuanchu ran to the hospital where Xie Wanwan had an accident for the first time.

Unfortunately, he was one step slower.

The ward was empty, only Meng Chi, who had gone through the death procedure in the hospital, was still there.

He opened his mouth wide and looked at Meng Chi dullly, wanting to call, want to ask, want to call, but there was no voice at all.

Meng Chi saw him and turned his head slowly. "People have been sent to the funeral home for cremation. Officer Tang, you don't need to come again. She doesn't want to see you either. She didn't want to be in her life, nor after death."

During these ten days, Tang Yuanchu visited countless times and was blocked from the door.

"Sorry. I know I have caused you trouble..."

Tang Yuanchu murmured, his spirit was free, his voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't slept for many days, his hair had not been trimmed, and the green hu ball made him look like he was ten years old. He looked at Meng Chi intently, without blinking. It was a bit silly, like he wanted to find a trace of Xie Wanwan's presence on his face.

For a long time, a sentence came out of her throat, "Did she say anything before she left?"

Meng Chi's eyes narrowed slightly, "Yes."

Tang Yuanchu's eyes opened, "What's the matter?"

Meng Chi: "It has nothing to do with you."

The hopeful light in Tang Yuanchu's eyes gradually dimmed.

He opened his eyes wide, full of hope, and asked desperately: "Nothing... No words about me?"

"..."

Meng Chi was silent.

The young assistant next to him couldn't stand it any longer, turned his face, his eyes were flushed.

"No." Meng Chi finally spoke out slowly. "Police Officer Tang, thank you for your care for my sister. When the person is gone, I can only thank you on her behalf."

After all, he walked from the beginning of the Tang and Yuan dynasties, "I still have something to do, I have a chance to do it again."

From beginning to end, he was very polite.

Similarly, also cold and ruthless.

Tang Yuanchu stood there, looking at the empty ward, and this corridor that seemed to eat people, and his steps could not be moved—

Meng Chi walked away, stopped suddenly, and bowed his head to the assistant.

I saw the little assistant ran back and walked to Tang Yuanchu.

"Police Tang? Right?"

Tang Yuanchu looked at him blankly and didn't understand how to respond.

The assistant took a photo from the bag and handed it to him.

"President Meng asked me to give this to you."

Tang Yuanchu took it silently.

Looking down, he looked at the picture—

A photo he didn't know when.

With him, there is Xie Wanwan.

In the photo, he is pure and simple, with a smile on his face.

Xie Wanwan sat next to him with a cold face, looked at him disgustedly, far away.

The two are not close, unlike lovers, but the magnetic field in the air seems to surround them...

In the eyes of the eyes-all plays.

"why?"

Tang Yuanchu slumped in his chair and cried aloud.

He held the photo, kissed Xie Wanwan's face, kissed her hair, kissed her lips, like a crazy fan of idols.

"How can you leave like this?"

"You, a vicious, bad woman. Shouldn't you be a scourge for a thousand years?"

He said while stroking her face.

Tears wet the photo, and he took the sleeve to wipe it cherishly, holding it in his arms like a baby.

"Sorry……"

"Sorry, I'm not good..."

"I'm late."

"I came too late in this world."

Too late to keep her.

There is no way to get more time for them.

...

Xie Wanwan's affairs were handled by Meng Chi.

He did not organize a funeral for her, and refused to mourn all the relatives and friends.

Meng Chi said that this was to comply with her will.

There was enough scenery before her death, and she just wanted to rest quietly after her death.

Meng Chi is a man who does things absolutely hard. He didn't even tell anyone. He buried Xie Wanwan there. In this way, a woman who had come by vigorously left coldly.

When I got the news, I was in the hospital.

On the computer in front of him, the finale of "Murdering Man" is written about Xie Wanwan.

She always thought that she was the recorder and participant of this incident.

Looking at those familiar faces, one by one left, one by one to the end, she was filled with desolation.

Created this story.

Write down the joys and sorrows of this world.

In the end, but unable to control the ending——

Fang Yuanyuan came here with Huang He today, watching Xiang Wan getting sick for this, sighing, holding her shoulder and gently comforting, "Don't be sad."

Shake his head towards the night, and delete all the lines written on the computer.

Fang Yuanyuan stunned, "What's wrong?"

Touching the key to the evening finger, while weeping, typing, "I have to rewrite her ending."

Fang Yuanyuan was silent, his eyes were red, and he kept sucking his nose.

Huang He gently wiped her tears.

Xiang Wan wrote, as if thinking of something, looked up and asked Huang He.

"Her child, did you find it?"

Huang Heyan pursed his lips: "It's long gone. They lied to her. The child we rescued... is actually Tian Danyue's daughter, not Xie Wanwan's son."

Ah!

Xiang Wan smiled with tears.

"Is she really crazy? Is it true that men and women are indistinguishable, and they are silly threatened."

"She is not mad." Huang He was silent for a moment, and told her the truth. "We learned afterwards that she was informed. She knew that the child had long been gone, but she volunteered to serve the wolf. She played her life. The last scene deceived everyone."

"Why?" Xiang Wan was surprised.

"Tian Nu wants to threaten her. She can't bear it. She wants to take the countermeasures and help the police solve the case. The address Selimu found was actually the one she intentionally leaked... This has been confirmed."

Xiangyue bowed his head and suddenly covered his face.

...

The finale of "Murdering the Male God" was written for two more days.

This is already the fifteenth day after the incident.

She was a full circle thinner than the day she arrived at the hospital, but because of the finale, she looked very good, and her eyes were full of excitement. Two days later, when Fang Yuanyuan carried her food box to see her, she saw the smile on her face and could hardly believe it, thinking she was dazzling.

"Sister, did the white team wake up?"

Xiang Wan smiled and waved at her.

"Come and see, my finale is over."

"Really?" Fang Yuanyuan was also happy for her, put down the food box and walked over to sit next to her, grabbed the computer and began to see first.

After waiting so long, she couldn't wait.

however,

Read on line by line.

Her mood sank a little.

Finally, I saw a few lines at the end of the ending.

"The spring of that year was about to pass, and Fang Yelan finally failed to wake up. Rong Xiaonuan watched him quietly for one night. When the sky was dawning, he jumped down from the window sill of his ward and opened it in the garden of the hospital. A blood-red flower. She ended her life and accompanied him in a decisive manner. From then on, their story will never end."

Fang Yuanyuan was generally frightened.

"Lying trough! Are you crazy?"

Xiang Wan's lips were a little dry, pursed, and looked at Fang Yuanyuan and smiled.

"Fiction only, don't take it seriously."

"The novel is not written like this! I think you are going to be sick in the hospital—"

Fang Yuanyuan glanced at the closed intensive care unit, and then looked at the light in her eyes, and suddenly realized what was happening, "Cousin, even... I said, just in case, even if Bai Muchuan really didn't make it through, you must not Don’t think about it, don’t understand. This day is still growing!”

Xiang Wan glared at her, "What are you talking about. It won't happen."

It won't be in case, so why tell the story ending like this?

Isn't she just afraid that the book is over? Is it too late to draw the next one?

Fang Yuanyuan looked at the smile on her face, tried to persuade her, but didn't know what to say, sighed, pointed to the big ending on the computer, and asked her.

"Why only Huang He and Song Yuanyuan finally got happiness in the end, aren't everyone else biological? Stepmother."

"Poof!" Xiang Wan laughed, "Fang Yelan and Rong Xiaonuan are also together."

Fang Yuanyuan aimed at her face, "But only Huang He and Song Yuanyuan are the ending."

"Ok."

Talk softly to the night.

No more explanation.

Fang Yuanyuan didn't worry about her emotions, "If you want to be the end, why leave them in this pair. Otherwise, it's better, just write them to death. Everyone be..."

Looking at the computer all the time, thinking for a long time, "No."

"I depend! Why on earth?"

"In this book, all love is crushed by reality. Do I always have to keep a touch of sunshine? Without love, without warmth, how can the rest of you gasp?"

Suddenly quiet.

Fang Yuanyuan did not speak.

She recalled the characters who appeared in this book.

From the first case, many, many people...

They all loved it.

Later, all died of love.

They all died of love.

This is really a puzzling book.

Fang Yuanyuan looked at Xiang Wan's pale face, "Then what next? The story can still be played, why not write it?"

Xiang Ye remained silent for a long time.

"Dare not write."

"why?"

"Because this is already the best ending in the story."

"..."

Fang Yuanyuan sighed, and gave her a glance.

"You are just stubborn. Just write a book. Where are there so many tangled things?"

Xiang Wan did not answer.

She looked at the computer, as if caught in their story.

And this real world has been forgotten by her.

This kind of lateness made Fang Yuanyuan a little scared.

"sister?"

"I said, don't scare me?"

"Speak! Tonight!"

Suddenly stood up to the night, holding the phone.

"I want to show it to him."

In the hospital, Xiang night is already familiar.

The doctor finally agreed to her request, allowing her to bring the computer into the intensive care unit.

...

It's been half a month, this is the first time to come in late.

Bai Muchuan lay there quietly, like a lifeless plastic dummy.

Xiang Wan was wearing a disinfection suit, holding a computer, and slowly approached him, "Bai Muchuan, I'm here to see you."

People on the bed will not answer.

After watching it for a moment, I slowly sat by the bed.

"My finale is written, I'm here to urge you."

"How long has the "White List" been written? Are you up to continue writing for me?"

"You owe me so much debt, do you want to resign?"

Bai Muchuan was motionless, as if asleep.

Xiangye held the notebook on his lap, looked at him for a long time, and slowly opened it.

"I'll read the finale to you first, you can give me your opinion."

She cleared her throat and began to read.

"Rong Xiaonuan and Fang Yelan's life is destined to be different from ordinary people. They have gone through difficult roads one by one, lonely, painful, and tasted them one by one. Finally, they realized that the plot of the novel is good, and the actual case is also good. All arrangements for fate are the most expensive gifts."

"Because that summer, they met each other and then, owned each other."

"You can't separate them except life and death."

...

The ending is long.

Xiang Xiang read for a long time.

I read slowly.

It’s like this story,

Never finish.

"When Rong Xiaonuan's body fell from the window sill, she saw many people. Tu Liang, Xie Wanwan, impeller, Tian Xiaoya... of course, and her favorite Fang Yelan. He stood in time, Waving at her with a smile..."

Xiangyue read hard to the end, took a deep breath, and slowly looked up at the hospital bed, "How did I write..."

Her words came to an abrupt end.

Then, stay there silly.

The man on the bed, with a pair of wet eyes, looked at her without blinking.

From stupefaction to ecstasy, it took three full seconds.

"you're awake?"

"Doctors--"

"Xiao Xiangwan!" Bai Muchuan took off his ventilator himself, and the thin, handsome face was as white as paper. The words were very slow, but the words were very clear, "I want to know, what is the wise officer Fang Yelan, what is it? The ending? Did you... write clearly?"

Sucking his nose to the night, tears burst into his face.

"You will write his ending, will you?"

Bai Muchuan: "Okay. I read. You write."

Standing up to the night, rubbing his hands nervously, "Are you sure you don't need to... call the doctor first?"

Bai Muchuan: "Write."

His face was haggard, and he was as strong as ever to refute.

Sit down slowly and pick up the computer.

"No matter how hard life is, there will be more pain. As long as there is her, he will wake up."

Bai Muchuan breathed slightly, with fine sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were firm and burning.

"The plot of the novel, the actual case, and all arrangements of fate are the most expensive gifts. Because they met each other and owned each other that summer. From then on, the cold came to the summer and the flowers bloomed. Until Old age, he is, she is also."

He spoke slowly and indifferently, as if the pain was not on him.

"This is their story."

The ward was quiet.

Xiang Xiang raised his head, "It's over?"

"Well." He asked with an unstable breath. "Isn't that bad?"

"It's good." Xiang Wan's eyes were wet. "You wrote very well."

Xiang Xiang threw a smile at him, bowed his head and typed the last three words on the computer.

"End of the book!"

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

When the book is here, the text is finished.

The new book will be officially launched at the end of this year (December 30)-stay tuned!

If you still haven’t done enough with this story, then there is good news-you can expect it.

Well, after three days of writing, please come and see.

Finally, thank you for your essay on mountain journey and water journey. I originally prepared a thousand words to write an ending testimonial, but when I circulated the text, I forgot to say something (cover my face).

Forget it, everyone is so familiar, so I won't say much, thank you for your warmth and tolerance, without you, there will be no "Mu Chuan Xiang Wan", you are the most lovely person in Jin Palace.

Wave your hands~ See you in three days~