The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 669 Tan Junxi Fanwai: Born to the Sun

   Three months after Tan Junxi's accident.

   Jiang Ye received an anonymous email.

  There is only one photo in the email, which is a sea, known as the most mysterious deep sea.

   The photo was taken in the dark night before dawn, the sky has not yet broken, the whole world will be gray, and the sea is sparkling.

   Like that person's life, gray runs through twenty-three years.

   There is no dawn.

  Jiang Ye was in a trance, remembering that a long, long time ago, he seemed to have heard Tan Junxi say something like that.

   "If I could choose to die, I would like to die at the deepest seafloor."

   What Jiang Ye said at that time, I forgot, it's been too long, it's over.

   It turned out that from a very early time, he even chose the cemetery for himself.

  Jiang Ye read this email over and over again and again for a long time, day and night, and saw that it was about to rot. Except for the deep sea photos, there was no handwriting left.

  Not even a little bit.

   For himself, for him, or for other concerns.

  He wanted to avenge his mother, so he deliberately ruined himself for seventeen years!

   He was afraid that his mother would be alone in the underground, so he didn't dare to leave her alone in the cold hell!

   Jiang Ye sometimes wants to ask, what about you and yourself, have you ever thought about yourself?

   From a coward who would cry when taking injections, to the moment when the sea water overflows his mouth and nose and suffocates, will he feel pain?

   It turns out that farewell is so simple.

  In the early morning of one day, he left the place where he grew up and disappeared.

  Jiang Ye lay on his back on the bed, looking at this photo over and over again, he said, "Is this a relic?"

   "Would you like me to use it to erect a monument for you..."

   "You **** die! You tell me where you died and what are you doing, can I still worship you? Don't think about it, I will forget you in a few days."

   "Did you hear that? I'm going to forget you."

   After talking to himself, Jiang Ye suddenly laughed and looked up at the sky above his head. Someone once looked up at a dream again and again, and his neck was about to break. Now his throat is dry, every word is very light.

   "That's why I..." It was difficult for him to say a complete sentence. The tone in his voice was a choked voice, and the question was extremely calm, "Is it not worth your nostalgia?"

   Then what is he to him?

  At a gathering of friends, someone talked about Tan Junxi, and he sighed for a while.

   "After doing this, I found out that he is only twenty-three years old."

   is smaller than the people who are present too much.

   Wither and die at the best age.

   "I haven't even passed this year's New Year, it's obviously a month away."

"Yeah, the year has not passed." Jiang Ye sat in the dark, holding a wine glass, and in the surprised eyes of others, he smiled naturally, and uttered a few meaningless syllables of laughter, as if everything It hasn't changed, but as he talks, his eyes are red: "I remember that I gave him a penal code as a New Year's gift last year, and I planned to give him a good birthday today hahahaha..."

   laughed and laughed, the whole room was silent.

   No chance.

   No more.

   There are still people talking about Tan Junxi's serial murder case. Most of Jiang Ye thought he didn't hear it. Occasionally he was in a bad mood, and he would stop when he bumped into him.

   Jiang Ye took a breath and showed a sneer of contempt. His eyes were hidden in the smoke, and he couldn't see clearly.

   He said in the din of voices: "So what?"

   Are you talking about Junxi?

   His life has never been anything but a tragedy.

   That's all.

   When I was young, the little boy was five years old. Both parents died. He was always alone. He was beautiful but gloomy. He lived alone and was bullied all the time.

  Jiang Ye was two years older than him. He couldn't stand it any longer. He simply pulled the person behind him and threw a handful of candy to him lazily: "Follow me, I'll cover you in the future."

   The boy in blue and white school uniform stepped on the flower bed, his tone was arrogant at first.

  On the campus, next to the playground, the sun is just right, blurring the eyebrows and eyes, like a faded memory.

Seventeen years later, Jiang Ye went to the secret base where he played when he was a child. It was an old house that had been abandoned for a long time. The wooden door was creaking and it was very gray. He choked several times, frowned and waved, looking at the old house. , as before.

   There used to be two people here who would run here every day after school.

  Nowadays, suits have replaced school uniforms. The man is tall, thin and straight. He raised his hand, pulled his tie, stepped on leather shoes, and walked inside, ignoring the dust.

  In the shabby drawer, he found a lot of rotten candies, as well as neatly folded candy sheets, covered with heavy dust.

   Apart from him, only Tan Junxi knows about this place.

   Jiang Ye thought about it for a long time, probably he gave it to Tan Junxi.

   The other party has not eaten one of them.

   He said he didn't like sweets and hated sugar.

  Jiang Ye really believed it at the time, but after thinking about it for a long time now, no one hates kindness, and no one doesn't like sweetness. Maybe it's just that he is afraid of tasting it, and he can't control it.

   "Tan Junxi."

   "The next life will be good."

   Those who left have died, and those who are alive must continue.

   Jiang Ye has many friends, but he will remember the one that worries him the most.

   He has always regarded each other as the most important friend. In the long years of acquaintance, there is friendship, family affection and responsibility.

  The wind and the moon have nothing to do, only redemption.

   Later, Jiang Ye traveled alone. He has been to many places and seen all kinds of scenery. He has also been to the sea. The mountains and rivers are vast and the sky is bright in the distance.

  The sea lightly kissed his fingertips, silent and silent, lingering and gentle, breaking the rising sun.

  The night is not long, and the dawn will finally break.

  …

  Tan Junxi is dead, Jiang Ye said, this person will never be found in the world.

  Tan Junxi has no family, his mother died in his father's hands, and his father died in his hands, and those relatives avoided him as if they were monsters.

   He didn't even have ashes.

  Who will miss him?

   Who will remember him?

  Jiang Ye erected a monument for him. There were no corpses and ashes in the tomb, only the clothes and clothes he had worn before his death.

   Today is another year of Qingming Festival.

   Shen Siyue came back from abroad and came to the mountain, holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums in her arms.

  The mountains are open and free, and in the distance is the azure sky.

   The sky blue is waiting for the misty rain, someone is waiting for him.

   In front of the black tombstone, a bunch of sunflowers have been placed. The flowers are new, and someone just came.

   Shen Siyue was stunned for a moment, looking at the bunch of sunflowers growing towards the sun, she was silent for a long time, knowing that the person had come.

   There is a bunch of sunflowers every year in front of the tombstone, and only one person will send sunflowers.

   This world has been seventy years long.

   There will always be someone to remember.

  Sunflowers are born in the sun.

   And that man spent half his life, for twenty-three years, living by death.

  The wind blows.

   Sunshine kisses everything.

   Shen Siyue sighed, bent down and placed the white chrysanthemum in front of the black tombstone.

   She looked around and didn't see the man, probably gone.

  Shen Siyue was wearing a plain white dress, her body was thin and thin, and she sat quietly in front of the tombstone. The wind ruffled her long hair, her eyebrows and eyes were the same as before, and her voice was soft but dry.

   "Axi...Tan Junxi, Tan Junxi..."

   In those unrecognized years, she accompanied him, got to know him, got to know him a little bit, as a cat.

   Until that day, he let her go and told her not to come back.

   She had a vague premonition that maybe farewell.

   Shen Siyue understood that he hated her and everything, but in the end, he didn't take revenge on the next generation for those cruel and **** things, so he stopped.

   In her heart, he is clean and can also be a person's light.

   Shen Siyue's eyes were full of tears, and she opened her mouth gently: "Meow."

   The broken sound was blown away by the wind.

  The girl in front of the tombstone disappeared, leaving only a thin and pitiful little orange cat, snuggling in front of the tombstone, gently rubbing the edge of the tombstone with its head.

  It was late at night. After the orange cat left, he had been standing silently in the distance with a skeleton figure, stepped forward slightly, and finally stopped in front of the tombstone.

  The man repeatedly wiped the seam of his trousers with his hand before reaching out. Just as he was about to touch the tombstone, he retracted his fingertips slightly. In the end, only a bunch of bright orchids and a single tear remained.

  You are pitiful, pitiful, pathetic, and have nowhere to go in this half-life, but why don't you look back.

   Someone is loving you.

  The waves swept away all hatred, the deep sea buried your bones, and your life atonement for all sins, you should be free.

  The flower of the sunflower faces the sky, which is the trace of the sun.

   (end of this chapter)