He raised his eyes slightly, then froze there.

Like a traveler on a rainy night who was suddenly struck by thunder, he looked at the beautiful words on the tombstone in disbelief and with stagnant breathing:

Pei Xiao's Tomb.

It was just four words, with no person who erected the monument and no signature. It seemed like a passerby just mentioned a few words casually as a prank, which made people feel heartbroken.

He suddenly bowed his body and subconsciously grabbed his chest with his right hand, feeling as if a small hammer was tapping bluntly on his heart.

"Mr. Xi...?" the female staff member asked in surprise.

Xi Xiangdong turned around and suddenly grabbed her collar: "Who built this tomb? Which Pei Xiao is it?"

"...Huh?" The female staff member looked at him with pale face.

But I heard him suddenly roar like a thunderous voice: "dig up——"

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The female employee went back and reported to the leader, who brought someone over again. Xi Xiangdong still said the same thing: "Open the grave, and I will bear all the consequences."

The gloomy face had begun to twist, and a layer of mist appeared in Zhan Zhan's cold eyes.

His girl...his girl...impossible!

Digging dirt is common in cemeteries. Workers were quickly called in to open the cemetery and push aside the wet soil, revealing a mahogany urn with a diamond ring placed on the finely carved casket.

The light of the diamond was covered with dust, like a star in the sky falling and becoming dim.

20 five-cent diamonds are densely surrounded by a 1.4-carat loose diamond. Naturally, only he understands the style and meaning he personally selected.

The person in charge turned around and asked again: "Mr. Xi, do you still want to open it?"

Digging up the ashes of dead people is so immoral that no one else can bear to see it.

Xi Xiangdong closed his eyes and took a deep breath. For a moment, he felt that he would lose his breath forever. It took him a long time to take the breath. The sun above his head was too bright, making his eyes feel dull. He took up his palms and rubbed them.

After rubbing his face, he finally didn't ask anyone to open the box, but turned around and left without saying a word.

He didn't feel right when he came back from the cemetery. He often lost his mind inadvertently when doing things. When driving, he crashed into a guardrail due to a trance. He was sent to the car dealership and rested for half a month.

, and the old man refused to ask him to drive by himself anymore, and told Lao Wu that there must be a driver to pick him up when he comes in and out.

Xi Changzhi just had a heart bypass surgery a year ago, and his condition has relapsed recently. He is almost rotten. He feels like he has half a foot in the coffin, so he can't wait to ask Xi Xiangdong to help him visit the cemetery. He doesn't want to

At this juncture, people with gray hair are giving away people with black hair.

Xi Xiangdong returned to his house. It had been two years since he moved back to Xiyuan. This house gave him a feeling of strangeness.

The back of my head was leaning against the door panel, and I could vaguely hear someone calling: "Mr. Xi...Mr. Xi..."

He whispered so quietly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something. He opened his eyes sharply and saw cold furniture everywhere he looked. His favorite style was black and white, clean and simple.

He was in a daze. He walked to the drawer and found a bottle of sleeping pills. Before he could unscrew the lid, her voice came to his ears again: "There is always endless work to do, so go to bed early..."

He was startled, slammed the table, and turned around, not because he was afraid of seeing something unclean.

But I'm afraid I won't be able to see...

"How stingy you are, you died without saying a word, and you didn't even want to see me in your dreams."

He slowly bent down, and the strange gurgling sound in his rising and falling breaths made him wonder if he was laughing or crying.

[New Year’s Special Dedication Small Theater 2:

Alas: Come on, come on, the leading actors will come out one by one to wish the readers a happy New Year.

Pei Xiao: Happy New Year, may you get rich, and bring me the red envelope.

Mr. Xi: Isn’t fifty million red envelopes enough?

Pei Xiao: I didn’t get a dime of the 50 million yuan, and I was injured all over.

Mr. Xi, Pei Xiao: Author——

Author anonymous.

Hey: Nan Shun, come and wish the readers a happy New Year.

Nan Shun: I haven’t had any scenes lately because I’m traveling abroad.

The user you dialed has shut down, please call again later...

Ah: Come that night...

Lai Lai: Will you give me the cocoa to greet my readers in the New Year? Give it to me? Give it to me? Yes?

Ugh: Hey, villains, come out and join in the fun.

Little Ou: Happy New Year, may you not die.

Lame Seven: Happy New Year, may you die later.

Lin Xiangyuan: Happy New Year, you are dead... (Who told you to come out to fake the corpse?)

Ai: Then that’s it…
Chapter completed!