"Ginger mustard."
Pan Shu squatted down, reached out and gently touched his fluffy black hair, just like the first time they met.
Shang Ting couldn't bear it: "Shushu..."
But Panshu just raised her fair little face and looked at Shang Ting calmly, and even a smile slowly appeared on her lips. Her calmness made Shang Ting even more uneasy.
I always feel like I'm overlooking something.
The strange feeling made Shang Ting breathless.
Pan Shu gently stroked the boy's pale and handsome face. He had lost a lot of weight, with a pointed chin and a slight upward curve on his pale lips.
A bitter pain spread from the tip of my heart.
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
She closed her eyes slowly and with difficulty, "Bury him."
The little boy who would sweetly call her sister died completely at the age of nineteen.
Count on your fingers.
He actually lived for only seven years.
When Ban Shu stood up, a great sadness and desolation came over her heart, and tears fell. She closed her eyes with sobs, unable to bear to look at Jiang Jie again.
“Shushu…Shushu!”
Perhaps Jiang Jie’s death was too much of a shock to Pan Shu.
Panshu fell seriously ill.
But on the day Jiang Jie was buried, Pan Shu struggled to wake up.
In this end times, people die every day. Death is not a rare thing. If they die, they are just thrown away hastily, and if they are buried, it is considered a proper burial.
"Where?" This was the first sentence Pan Shu said when she woke up.
Xie Chen straightened up and paused for a long time without saying anything until Ban Shu's face turned cold.
He spoke slowly, "It has been burned and buried."
“…”
The air stagnated for a moment.
"Where is it buried?" The woman's voice was hoarse.
Xie Chen suddenly approached her, his long and strong arms resting on the wall behind Ban Shu, his noble and handsome face very close to Ban Shu, his voice filled with pain.
"Is Jiang Jie more important than me?"
Pan Shu was silent.
In Xie Chen's opinion, this was already an answer.
The anxiety and jealousy that had been buried in my heart for a long time suddenly burst out.
The boy's chest heaved violently.
The slightly upturned phoenix eyes contained a storm that could destroy the world.
"Ban Shu, you're just biased. You just like Jiang Jie, and I mean nothing to you. Is that right?" Xie Chen's eyes were red as he spoke word by word. "Now that Jiang Jie is dead, will I never be able to surpass Jiang Jie in my life?"
"When you look at my face, do you only think of Jiang Jie..."
Xie Chen dropped his arms weakly.
He hated this face.
This face, which resembles Jiang Jie, seems to remind Pan Shu all the time that Jiang Jie died for her.
Pan Shu's eyebrows moved slightly, and she stretched out her fingers to carefully trace his beautiful and delicate face.
"Why do you think so..."
She stood on tiptoe and gently kissed his forehead, as if to comfort him, "You are Xie Chen, not a substitute for anyone. Don't be so sensitive. Jiang Jie's death was too sudden, and I just haven't recovered yet."
"Really?" Xie Chen smiled, "But when my sister was unconscious, she kept calling Jiang Jie's name."
"It's because he's been with you for seven years. I know that. Don't be afraid, sister... Xie Chen doesn't blame you. After all, he's a dog. After seven years of raising him, you should have developed feelings for him, right?"
“Bang!”
Not finished yet.
Xie Chen was slapped and his head turned away.
He licked his lips and raised his eyebrows, "Huh? Why did my sister hit me?"
"Don't you know?"
Pan Shu stared at him indifferently.
The young man raised his hands to cover the woman's cold eyes and sighed softly, "Sister, don't look at me like that. I'm just telling the truth."
"Jiang Jie is just a lowly stray dog that always wags its tail and begs for mercy."
Xie Chen looked crazy.
The curtains were drawn tightly, and the room was dark.
Only that small dim light shone on the boy's delicate and sharp jaw, and occasionally swayed to his high nose bridge as the boy moved.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly.
Although he was smiling, there was a coldness in his eyes.
"It's my fault. I got separated from my sister and was taken advantage of by Jiang Jie. From now on... can Xie Chen stay with my sister forever?"
"Thank you!"
"Hmm? Sister."
"You're crazy, let me go."
Xie Chen hugged her tighter, his bright and dim eyes dancing with sickly and dark emotions, "Didn't sister say you could give it to me? Now, today, okay?"
"By the way, Jiang Jie's body was buried today."
The young man was furious like crazy.
so.
It seemed that Pan Shu's emotions could only fluctuate for a moment for him. Even if it was hatred, hatred would be fine.
Xie Chen hated her for always pretending to be calm and gentle in front of him. She clearly didn't care about him, but she still had to play along with him.
He doesn't understand. He doesn't comprehend.
But Xie Chen knew.
In front of Jiang Jie, Pan Shu is lively and cheerful.
She cried.
Xie Chen's heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by a huge hand, and the intense pain spread to every part of his body.
The more pain he felt, the more he hated it.
He said Jiang Jie was a wild dog.
But the boy knew that he was the real mad dog.
Xie Chen let go of her dejectedly, his tall and thin figure stumbling back. He hurriedly lowered his eyes, not daring to look at her. "Sister, Xie Chen is not a bad boy... I'm just jealous. Why was it me at first, and then it became Jiang Jie? He was just lucky enough to have a face similar to mine, so he can get your favor and pity, while I was forced to be separated from you for ten years..."
Ban Shu raised her eyes.
She said seriously, "I never saved Jiang Jie because he looks like you."
"I never mistook him for you either."
"Ginger mustard is just ginger mustard. That's all."
Every word the woman said calmly became a sharp weapon that stabbed into Xie Chen's heart. He opened his eyes wide in disbelief and said, "I don't believe it."
"What's so good about him? He's stupid, not smart, and he just believes what others say."
"He has a mean nature, but he hides his vicious and evil nature, pretending to be nice to you."
Xie Chen wanted to say more.
But Pan Shu interrupted him, tears still lingering on her face, "Jiang Jie is already dead. No matter what he was like in life, after he's dead, you shouldn't target him anymore."
Xie Chen fell completely silent.
His eyelids drooped as if to stop.
"Sister, don't hate me." If you like someone like Jiang Jie, I can become him... just don't hate me.
From the beginning to the end, Xie Chen was also a young boy who was always worried about gains and losses.
Ban Shu sighed helplessly, "Xie Chen, you and I depended on each other when we were young. It was you who protected me that allowed me to survive. How could I hate you?"
"But I don't want these."
Xie Chen suddenly stepped forward and hugged Ban Shu tightly. His soft and hot lips gently pressed against Ban Shu's small and white earlobe. His hot body showed that he was already an adult man.
"I want you to love me. I don't want favors."
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