Chapter 316 The last duet.
She remembered what the fortune teller said and asked tremblingly, "Do you want to kill yourself?"
Nanchuan Shijue's body stiffened for a moment, the smile on his lips deepened, and he nodded.
Ning Fengsheng's heart was about to break. He wanted to catch him and ask him clearly, but his body seemed to be swallowed by a black hole and quickly fell into endless darkness.
The dream began to collapse, shattering into countless points of light.
Nanchuan Shijue stood in the middle of the ruins, looking in the direction where she completely disappeared, and the last bit of light in his eyes went out.
He knew she heard him.
He also knew that she would wait for him, and that was enough.
The ticking sound of the monitor continued, but this time, Nanchuan Shijue's mouth curled up into a deeper smile.
Ning Fengsheng, instead of waiting for the wind to come, it is better to chase the wind...
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The countdown is less than 18 hours...
Today is the day Miss Ning leaves.
Moss was filled with worry, not knowing how to comfort the young master. But when he knocked on the door, he saw that the young master was refreshed and in unusually good spirits...
With a smile on his lips, he gently combed Ning Fengsheng's long hair. His long fingers skillfully braided the long black hair into a princess braid.
Moss felt as if someone was strangling his neck. He let out a short gasp in his throat and his eyes almost popped out.
What did he see? The young master was laughing?
That laugh of pure joy that comes from the heart?
In this hellish moment?
This frightened him more than seeing the young master continue his hunger strike or collapse and go crazy!
Could it be that the young master is... too sad and has gone crazy?
"Master...breakfast..." Moss was holding a tray in his hand, and he was so flustered that he almost stumbled.
"Bring it here." Nanchuan Shijue carefully put Ning Fengsheng down, walked to the French window, and quickly opened the curtains. The morning light poured in -
It illuminated his pale yet radiant face.
"Master! Are you okay?" Moss's voice was shaking, his eyes fixed on Nanchuan Shijue's face, trying to find a flaw in that overly abnormal expression.
The smile on Nanchuan Shijue's lips deepened a little: "It has never been as good as today."
After four years, his decaying body finally came back to life.
He used to not understand why those elderly people liked to sit there in a daze, basking in the sun, for half a day.
After Ning Fengsheng fell asleep, he realized that everything he saw was just memories.
Whatever the mind thinks of is the past.
Everywhere I look, I see regret.
He often stared at Ning Fengsheng in a daze, sitting there all night long. He also often sat in the rose garden, thinking about the past...
"Master, you...what are you laughing at?" Moss felt goosebumps all over when he saw the young master's weird smile.
Nanchuan Shijue straightened his collar, raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "On your wedding day, if you don't smile, should you cry?"
"The young master's smile frightened me. I was afraid..."
"Don't look so sullen! Smile."
Moss pulled the corners of his mouth together, revealing a smile uglier than crying—but his eyes couldn't help but glance towards the big bed, where Miss Ning lay soundly asleep...
Death countdown 17:56.
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On this day, the young master was signing documents in an orderly manner. Moss took a sneak peek. What trust, what fund...
From time to time, the young master would stop and stare at the sleeping Ning Fengsheng in a daze, then reveal that strange smile again.
He had a bad feeling, but he didn't dare to think too much about it.
As time passed, Nanchuan Shijue's spirits became better and better, and he rewarded all his servants generously.
The young master said that this was "hardship pay".
The young master said that he had a bad temper and everyone had to endure it for so long over the years.
The young master also said that they would probably have to work harder, as the younger one had an even worse temper than him, and they would have to suffer more in the future.
Not only Moss, everyone was like they had seen a ghost, shaking their heads and saying it was not hard.
In the evening, Nanchuan Shijue stood by the gangway, personally directing his servants to carry the flowers.
The cruise ship "Shengge" has undergone a grand transformation.
The pink, white roses and blue hydrangeas that were airlifted in were piled up into small hills, and the crystal chandeliers hung down thirty meters like an inverted Milky Way.
The red carpet stretched from the cabin door to the side of the ship. It was soft to step on, with only the slight sound of petals being crushed.
No guests were invited to the wedding.
Everyone except her is redundant!
As night falls, the Shengge is lit up with tens of thousands of lights, like a floating palace.
The warm-colored string lights are wrapped around the hull, and from a distance it looks like a giant whale glowing in the deep sea.
Nanchuan Shijue stood in front of the dressing mirror in the master bedroom. He tied the bow tie of his black suit three times before he was satisfied. The man in the mirror was still handsome, but his jawline was too tight, like a fully drawn bowstring.
The young master's clothes are mostly black, just because Miss Ning praised him for looking good in black.
So on the wedding day, the young master chose a black dress...
The stylist was carefully putting on a wedding dress for Ning Fengsheng.
Her body was as light as a feather, her head tilted on the pillow, her long eyelashes motionless.
Nanchuan Shijue walked in, waved everyone away, and personally fastened the pearl buttons on her back.
When his fingertips touched her cold skin, he paused, then smoothed the gauze with gentler force.
"Shengsheng," he lowered his head and rubbed his nose against the top of her hair, "let's set off."
Holding her, he walked out of the rose garden. The evening breeze lifted the train of her wedding dress, and it was like a huge white bird flying across the ground.
Moss burst into tears at the dock, clinging to the car door tightly and refusing to let go: "Master! The young master is still waiting for you! You promised me that you would return safely, don't do anything stupid!"
Nanchuan Shijue stopped and the person in his arms breathed so weakly that it sounded like a sigh.
He looked at Moss, his eyes calmer than ever before: "Take good care of him... You're doing a good job, very competent."
The cruise ship blew its horn three times and slowly left the port.
Moss was shaking with tears—
It is said that the words of a dying man are good.
The young master's poisonous mouth has become so "kind" today, so kind that it makes him feel uncomfortable all over. He is still used to the young master scolding him!
Is this wedding a farewell to the living or a betrothal gift to the dead?
He couldn't just stand by and watch the young master do something stupid, he had to stop him!
Nanchuan Shijue stood in the cockpit holding Ning Fengsheng and personally adjusted the course to the high seas.
The green light from the dashboard reflected on his face, and he turned his head from time to time to look at the person in his arms, as if she was just asleep.
As the cruise ship entered the high seas, he pressed the first remote control.
In an instant, thousands of fireworks shot up into the sky from all around the deck, and the exploding balls of light dyed the sea surface into daylight.
Red like the red ribbon she tied when she confessed to him for the first time, purple like the lavender they saw in Provence, and pink like the "heart" diamond ring he gave her.
Countless fireworks fell down, reflected in Nanchuan Shijue's blue-black pupils, like stars that ignited and extinguished.
He carried Ning Fengsheng to the center of the deck, where the phonograph was playing the melody of "Por Una Cabeza".
"Shengsheng, it's time to dance."
The last pas de deux.
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