Thousands of silence

Chapter 55

The winding mountain road was winding and muddy, and the rain hit the car windows, making a crackling sound. Fan Ziqian was sitting behind the taxi, and the driver nagged all the way.

"Now it's time to wash the car." The driver uncle complained, turning a [-]-degree bend, the front opened up a bit, and the outline of the cemetery faintly appeared in the field of vision.

"Whose funeral is the young man coming to?" the driver asked.

"A friend." Xi Nian turned to look at Fan Ziqian who was sleeping on his shoulder, and answered for him.

"It hasn't rained in this city for a long time..."

"Um……"

The car drove into the cemetery and arrived at the destination. Looking at the dark group of people outside the window, Xi Nian felt a little chill in his heart.

Han Fan's company went public with the help of his father-in-law, Chai Rui became pregnant, and the family experienced joys and sorrows in a short period of time.The police car crashed into people, which made the procedure for solving this matter more complicated, and the two sides have been entangled endlessly.

The funeral was delayed for two full months.

"It's been dead for two months?" The driver exclaimed as he looked at the time written on the black and white screen.

"Yeah." Xi Nianyao woke up and Fan Ziqian said, "I woke up, I'll take you to meet someone."

Fan Ziqian opened his hazy eyes, not knowing where he was taken by Xi Nian, and complained secretly in his heart.

"The ashes are cold."

The two got out of the car under the driver's sympathy.

Fan Ziqian followed Xi Nian and came to the crowd. Xi Nian stopped and looked at the black and white photo in the center of the black painting circle. A well-behaved girl with bangs smiled lightly. The raindrops hit the glass, reflecting the face A touch of sadness.

After all, she took nothing away. From the time when she begged Ren Ran to hide Fan Ziqian and forced Han Yan to marry, she has lost everything, leaving behind the world, the person she loves the most, and the person she once ignored. Her family and broken ties.

At the end of her life, she may have regretted it.

Standing at the front of the crowd were Ren Ran and Han Yi, wearing black dresses and holding a black umbrella together.

Xi Nian looked around for Han Yan, and finally saw him pass through the crowd at the other end, and came straight to his father. He was wearing a black suit, tall and straight, he turned his face inadvertently, and the stubble was obvious , the eyes are more mature and stable than before.

Those eyes searched the crowd, and finally fixed on Xi Nian. Beside Xi Nian stood a trembling young man. Grab Xi Nian's arm.

Han Yan's tired eyes suddenly widened, if seeing Fan Ziqian alone was not enough to convince him that this was not a hallucination, but standing next to him was Xi Nian, who brought him here.

He turned and walked back, but was grabbed by his father. At the same time, heavy music sounded, and the host began to read the eulogy.

"Xi Nian, who died?" Fan Ziqian felt very uncomfortable listening to the mourning music.

"Han Fang's younger sister." Xi Nian turned to look at him seriously, waiting even more anxiously for the moment when the funeral was over and they would meet again.

"Oh!"

Han Fang felt like a fire was burning in his heart, and he had felt this way before, only once.He went to the bar to find him, and when he saw him singing on the stage, the anxiety and complicated feelings of reunion in his heart were the same as this.

He lost him twice, until now, all the blood in his body rushed to his brain, and after so many days of remorse, he slowly woke up, it was not accidental that he passed him twice, it was because own cowardice.

If the first time he came to the appointment without hesitation, if the second time he didn't provoke Chai Rui for borrowing money, how could he and him become what they are now.It's not that love is cruel, but that you are incompetent.

Life is like this, you will be tired if you can't let it go, you will be hindered if you don't take it lightly, and you will miss it if you can't let it go.

Han Yan looked at Zhuang Xiaoque's portrait with red eyes, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Que, you will forgive me."

After speaking, he walked back desperately.

"What are you doing!" Han Zhi yelled sharply, and everyone else cast their eyes in unison.

Shocked by his actions, Xi Nian stood on tiptoe and waved to Han Jian.

The eulogy continued, and under the background of mourning and joy, Han Yan passed through the crowd and finally came to Xi Nian's side. Xi Nian pulled Fan Ziqian's hand from his body and handed it to Han Fang.

Han Yan was so excited that he was almost speechless: "Qianqian." His voice was deep and thick, and his eyes were full of longing and guilt like before.

Fan Ziqian stared at Han Fang's face, touched the stubble on his face with his fingertips, but immediately retracted.

"who are you?"

Both Han Fang and Xi Nian were stunned.

He doesn't remember him.

This was expected by Xi Nian, but it was also a source of despair, after all, they used to love each other so much.

"Qianqian, I'm Han Fang." Han Fang reached out to pull him, but was thrown away.

His lips trembled: "I'm Han Yan, how can you not remember me!" His fragile nerves were about to collapse, he grabbed Fan Ziqian's arm, but held back not daring to shake him.

"Han Fang, give him some time." Xi Nian comforted him, "rescued" Fan Ziqian from his hands, and held his hand tightly.

Fan Ziqian was not alarmed, to him, this strange face was nothing more than a psychopath who had admitted the wrong person.

"Qianqian." Han Yan struggled to suppress his voice, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hair was wet from the rain. At this moment, he was sad and helpless.

One hand grabbed Han Yan's arm, and said in a stern voice, "Go back quickly."

"This is your sister's funeral, boy, figure out the situation before you go crazy." Han Zhi's rambling voice echoed in Han Yan's ears, and Fan Ziqian's innocent expression and frail figure were left behind.

Han Yan returned to the position where he was standing just now, his mind was already in a mess.

Xi Nian took Fan Ziqian to a blank tombstone in the distance.Things had come to that, and the two of them continuing to be there would only spoil the funeral.

"Xi Nian, I want to go home." Fan Ziqian wiped her wet bangs, revealing part of her forehead.

Xi Nian sighed and looked at him with sad eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Fan Ziqian asked.

"You really don't know him anymore?" Xi Nian asked.

Fan Ziqian turned his head to look at the crowd, but he couldn't find the person just now.

"Think about it, for whom have you waited for seven years, for whom did you jump off the fourth floor, who is he, you still can't remember?"

Fan Ziqian opened his mouth, but did not speak. He was leaning against the stone tablet, with Xi Nian's umbrella on his head, and the sound of rain and mourning surrounded his ears. He was cold and lonely, and this feeling made him unable to think.

He had hidden those memories for a long time, and he didn't even know the unlock code.

The two hid here quietly until the music stopped abruptly and the funeral was over.

The crowd dispersed, leaving behind black and white photos and a tombstone.

Han Yan searched desperately among the scattered crowd, but he couldn't see them.Lost again, lost him again...

The relatives and friends who attended the funeral looked indifferent. Some of them were extras hired by Han Zhi to support the scene. They had no emotion or grief, so everyone called it a day and left.The heavy rain scattered the cars on the mountain road, and no one paid attention to Han Yan's hysteria, he was drenched in the rain.

He stared at the last wave of people who left, and grabbed a man in a white shirt from inside, and found that it was not him. He turned a nearly 360-degree circle, only empty mountains and majestic rain remained, the sky was dark, There is no shadow of him.

"He's looking for you, do you want to go out to meet him?" Xi Nian held Fan Ziqian's hand and softly asked for his opinion.

Fan Ziqian shook his head vigorously, refusing to go out.

Xi Nian sighed and walked out from behind the stele.

"Han Fong!"

As soon as the voice was shouted out, it was swallowed by the sound of rain, and Han Yan walked away in a daze, but failed to hear it.

"Han Fang!" Xi Nian yelled again.

Fan Ziqian's eyes were reddened by the cold air, he looked at the figure who was gradually leaving, and suddenly felt a little bit reluctant.

Han Yan opened the car door and got in, started the car, and after hesitating for a while, the car drove onto the path.

"Han Yan..."

Xi Nian turned his head and looked at the person behind him in disbelief, unable to believe that the soft voice came from his mouth.

"Han Yan, don't go." A pair of eyes suddenly woke up, two lines of tears poured out of them, he let go of Xi Nian's hand, and rushed forward...

"Han Fang! Don't go!" Xi Nian ran up, shouting as he ran.

Fan Ziqian caught up with the road, more than 100 meters away from the car, the road was slippery in rainy days, the car was moving very slowly, the people in the car were wiping their tears, and in the rearview mirror, there was a figure chasing desperately in the distance.

Fan Ziqian ran for a long, long way, until he saw the car speeding up and disappearing through a [-]-degree bend, his limbs finally softened involuntarily.He spread out on the muddy ground, grabbed a handful of wet and cold dirt with both hands, and cried bitterly.

Han Hao, why can't I catch up with you forever, where are you going to escape?

His hair was drenched by the rain and his eyes were covered. This was a more desperate moment than ever before. His heart was hurting, because there was a too strong feeling telling him that if he missed this time, he would never be able to meet again.

Han Hao, have you heard my heart?

"I heard."

A deep voice suddenly came from above his head, Fan Ziqian raised his head, but couldn't see the person in front of him clearly, but touched a pair of warm hands, that person held his hands tightly and helped him up from the ground.

It was him, it was those eyes.

Fan Ziqian looked at the man's wild eyes and the gentle corners of his mouth, and finally threw himself into his arms, crying uncontrollably.

The rain became heavier, and there was a roar in the mountains, like thunder.

The sky was leaking, and the wind was blowing through.

If the heart leaks, it can never be made up.

At this moment, the two hearts stopped suddenly at the same time, and then sped up a little bit, the sound seemed like a world away.

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