Chapter 122:

Wei Yi was really impressed by Jing Xiu. Although she didn't believe the so-called solution Jingxuan said at all, she took Jingxiu to find Zhong Qingyu.
After Zhong Qingyu came back from the hospital, he settled in a house with extremely high security that Ji Youyan bought in the past two years. As Wei Yizhen expected, Zhong Qingyu didn't say that she promised Jingxun to postpone the memorial service, and she didn't even want to see Jingxun.
Wei Yi really had the door card, he swiped the door straight and pushed in. Jing Xuan was about to follow in, when suddenly a man came out of the living room and blocked the door firmly.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the door frame, with a firm blocking attitude, but his tone was very polite: "Hello, Miss Jing, I am the fiance of the word, thank you for taking the time to come back and say something from your busy schedule."
With a white strip tied to his arm, he seemed to neglect to take care of himself because of his grief. His beard was unshaven, but he could not hide his handsomeness.
As Ji Yooyan's survivor, he justifiably wears filial piety for Ji Yooyan and prevents her from entering Ji Yooyan's home. Jing Xiu's nails fell into his palms, and he tried his best to calmly ask him: "I have a very important matter, and I hope to discuss it with my aunt."
Lu Fang refused: "Auntie is not very comfortable now, it is inconvenient to see guests. Please be considerate of Miss Jing."
Wei Yizhen felt that such a scene would be too cruel for Jing Xuan, and turned around and blocked Lu Fang quietly, "I'll go in and talk to auntie, can you wait outside?"
Jing Xiu looked at Lu Fangyu in the living room who was staring at her, bit his lip, and agreed with difficulty.
She stood alone in the corridor and didn't know how long she stood. Wei Yizhen finally came out.
She shook her head to her, expressed the failure of the proposal, and lobbied Jing Xun: "Auntie is very emotional today, wait for tomorrow? Auntie will go to the meeting tomorrow too. Then she can't avoid it. Can you talk more about it? ?"
Jing Xiu didn't want to leave here, but there was no other way, so he had to go to the meeting place to accompany Ji Youyan.
But on the second day, Jing Xiu discovered that the so-called talk about it until today was nothing more than Wei Yizhen’s tactic of cooperating with Zhong Qingyu and the others-Zhong Qingyu arrived at the venue, and Wei Yizhen didn’t notify her at all. It was Jiang Chunduo’s mind to find out.
When Jing Xiu rushed to the meeting room, what he heard was that they had already discussed the cremation after the memorial service.
She desperately wanted to stop them, but only Zhong Qingyu and her relatives were reprimanded and expelled. With a hundred mouths, Jing Xiu fainted again.
When she woke up this time, Tao Xingruo was sitting next to her.
The French side was in a mess because of Jing Xiu's abandonment. Tao Xingruo was helping Jing Shurong and the others to deal with the follow-up. Because Jing Xiu was too worried, she hurried back when there was a little better.
"Yes!" Jing Xiu was anxious to sit up.
Tao Xingruo pressed her and said, "It's still there, don't worry." She touched Jingxuan's forehead and sighed deeply.
Jing Xiu looked at the ceiling and asked her, "Have you heard about it?"
"Ok."
"Do you think I'm crazy, whimsical?"
Tao Xingruo gazed at her heartily and expressed his acquiescence.
Jing Xiu turned his head to look at her, his eyes darkened: "If... If you are me and it is Ning Wei, would you still not believe it?"
Tao Xingruo's fingers on his knees trembled, and the muscles of his cheeks tightened because of the force. After a long while, she asked Jing Xiu in a low voice: "Without her, you would have passed five years, haven't you?"
Jing Xiu's eyes were empty, "Can it be the same?"
"Tao, I thought you knew."
Being together or not being together is just a way of love, but when you are away, there is nothing. Ruan Ningwei is still there, Tao Xingruo can be happy for her and sorrow for her even if he is not with her, Ruan Ningwei is gone, Tao Xingruo looks as strong as ever, but Jingxuan never sees the light in her eyes anymore .
Tao Xingruo's thin lips trembled, and there was no sound.
"So, what do you want?" After a long time, Tao Xingruo asked as Jingxun wished.
"I want you to help me." Zhong Qingyu couldn't persuade at all, and she didn't have time to wait any longer.
Jing Xiu's eyes were cold and weird and tender: "You help me find someone to protect my words. No one is allowed to touch my words until I come back."
Tao Xingruo was shocked, the bet was too big. "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"
Because of emotion, reason and law, Jing Xuan would be criticized for doing so. Originally because of regretting the marriage and conflicting with reporters at the entrance of the venue, the city was full of storms and was criticized by the media. No matter how troublesome, Jing Xiu will be ruined in the second half of his life.
Tao Xingruo's reason prevented her from agreeing to Jing Xiu. However, Jing Shurong, who arrived a few hours later, felt sorry for her daughter and unexpectedly agreed.
So Jing Xun made a desperate move, mobilizing more than a dozen personal bodyguards vigorously to protect Ji Yoon. Like a villain, she took care of Zhong Qingyu's reputation for taking into account Ji Youyan and did not dare to expose the incident to the media, completely isolating Zhong Qingyu and the others from Ji Youyan a few meters away.
She handed Ji Youyan to Jing Shurong with peace of mind, and then embarked on the journey to Tibet with Tao Xingruo overnight to find Dakong.
But fifteen hours later, she landed in the provincial capital of Tibet, uneasy. As soon as she connected to the Internet, she saw overwhelming news about Ji Youyan's memorial service and cremation.
Standing under the scorching sun in the wilderness, Jing Xiu was dizzy and cold.
She called Jing Shurong's phone with trembling fingers and asked her: "Is it fake?"
Jing Shurong tried to explain: "Xiuxiu, listen to me..."
"Tell me, it's true, or it's fake." Jing Xiu interrupted her indistinctly.
Jing Shurong had no choice but to respond with a cruel "is true".
There was no more sound on the phone, and it was frighteningly quiet. Jing Shurong called her nervously, "Xinxiu..."
"You promised them, otherwise they would be able to hold back no matter how much trouble they made." Jing Xiu's voice was soft, "you lied to me by agreeing to help me from the beginning, right?"
Jing Shurong knew that she could lie to Jing Xiu only because she was too flustered and eager at the time, and she would find out sooner or later when she recovered. She admitted: "Yes, Mom said I'm sorry to you."
Her voice was a little soft in tiredness, as if she was teaching her and coaxing her: "Xinxiu, stop making trouble. If the trouble goes on, the media will lose control. You are like this, Xiaoyan will not be at ease if she knows. Xianxiu, can you cheer yourself up? Those who are absent are no longer there. There is no way to change this, but those who are alive still have to continue living."
The Tibetan wind rolled up the yellow sand in the sky, blurring Jing Xuan's face. She stood in the wind, her bones standing in shape, and the world was huge, but she felt that she was alone and helpless, and she had nowhere to settle down.
Those who are alive must continue to live.
Do they think she is still alive?
"A Xiu!" A sad cry called Jing Xiu back to reality.
Jing Xiu's eyes fell on Ji Youyan's cheeks that were flushed with crying.
Yanyan was crying, it was fresh; her tears hit the back of her hand drop by drop, it was warm.
That nightmare, fortunately, was just a dream.
Jing Xiu looked at her, all emotions tumbling in her chest. She raised her head to force her tears back, but the tears flowed down her jaw and neck into her chest.
"Why do you want to think about it?" She seemed to be asking Ji Yuyan, and she was also asking Xu Kong.
Why did Ji Yuyan endure all the pain and despair? When she thought of how scared and desperate Ji Yuyan was before his death, she felt like a knife was in Ling Chi.
Her question is equivalent to acknowledging all Ji Youyan's conjectures. The hanging boulder fell completely, crushing on Ji Youyan's heart. Ji Yuyan opened his mouth, feeling distressed and guilty, but in the end he only made a sobbing sound of shame.
She obviously wanted Jing Xiu to have a better life before letting go, but why did she let Jing Xiu sacrifice for her in the end. If Dao Kong is just a fake eminent monk, if the so-called spellcasting is just a hoax, then Axun...
She bent her leg to cover her face, and she squeezed out from her throat with a crashing "I'm sorry, I'm sorry", stinging Jing Xun's heart.
Jing Xiu took a deep breath, pushed aside the small table, and moved to sit in front of Ji Youyan.
She called her: "Yanyan, look up and look at me."
Ji Yooyan's choking sound gradually ceased, without moving for several seconds, he still raised his head and looked at Jing Xun. Her whole body trembled because of excessive restraint, and her chest was up and down violently.
Jing Xiu wiped Ji Yooyan's tears with her thumb. Her gentleness made Ji Yooyan's tears more difficult to restrain.
"Did the rain leak in from outside?" Jing Xiu said softly, teasing pretentiously.
Ji Yuyan couldn't laugh. She leaned forward abruptly and hugged Jing Xiu, the strength was first so great that Jing Xiu's body hurts, and then Jing Xiu's heart hurts carefully.
"Axun... tell me, will you keep hurting?" Ji Yuyan buried her shoulders, tears soaking Jingxuan's clothes. "Tell me, will you always be there?"
She sounded so frightened, Jing Xun couldn't help but feel sour. She took the initiative to adjust her hug posture, embracing Ji Youyan's waist, softly soothing in her ear: "It doesn't hurt, I will always be there. Those things have passed."
"Is it really gone?" Ji Yuyan pinched his fingertips and asked Jingxun calmly: "Axun, tell me, what's the price?"
Jing Xiu's breathing is slightly stagnant, so in fact, didn't he really remember everything?
Ji Yuyan seemed to know what Jing Xuan was thinking. She let go of Jing Xuan, her still moist eyes staring at Jing Xuan: "I heard what you promised. But I can't remember."
Seeing Jing Xiu frowning, she paused, then suddenly raised her hand and patted her head severely.
"Yanyan!" Jing Xiu couldn't react in time, exclaiming. She straightened up to touch Ji Yooyan's head, but Ji Yooyan grabbed her hands.
She gazed at Jing Xun gently and seriously, and said in a low voice, "Axun, I am very useless. I suddenly remembered a lot when I hit my head yesterday. If you don't want to tell me, then I can only think of it myself. Up."
Jing Xiu was anxious and annoyed, and her voice became colder: "Are you threatening me?"
The disappointment and disbelief in her eyes made Ji Yooyan a little breathless, and Ji Yooyan snorted, but insisted on not giving in.
Jingxun was defeated and asked Ji Youyan, "Is it good to be right now?"
Ji Youyan closed his eyes, and the tears he had been holding back fell. "Axun, how do you live well now?"
She let go of Jingxuan's hand, kneeled and closed Jingxuan tightly, as if embracing a stolen rare treasure: "I don't know what you gave, what you endured, or why you Pain, I don't know if this is a time-limited dream, I don't know when you...will disappear...I don't know..." Her throat was so hard to speak.
do not know anything. Always worry about gains and losses. Is this okay?
The pain in her voice broke Jing Xiu's heart.
"Don't think about it." Jing Xiu surrendered. She kissed Ji Yuyan's bitter tears on her cheek, "I'm telling you."
"Nothing you think."
"It's just that, by borrowing the fate of the next life, the things of this life have been taken care of."
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Little cuties, happy Children's Day~