"How long are you going to be angry? I used to be bad. I was too bad for you. I reflect on it every day. Can't you forgive me?" He groped for his coat pocket and coaxed. "Don't be angry, I brought you chocolate. You'll feel better if you eat more."

He rummaged through his pockets, feeling in and out, but never found anything.

His expression gradually became anxious, and he muttered: "Obviously brought it..."

In the end, he almost felt every inch of the coat mezzanine and the two trouser pockets, but he couldn't find it, so he had to give up.

He knelt down in front of my grave, as if he couldn't believe that he would forget something so important.

"It doesn't matter, I'm very happy when you come. I don't like chocolate, I don't like chocolate at all. It's okay, don't be sad, it's so cold on the ground, if you get up first, you'll get sick..." I can only hear myself. The voice shouted to Ran Qingzhuang anxiously, but got no response.

He seemed completely crushed by this, and while I don't think he'd be crushed by a bar of chocolate, he did slowly bend down his spine.

Putting his forehead against the cold cover, his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Ji Ning, I miss you."

I was in a dream, and I shouldn't have any consciousness, but seeing him like this, I still felt a huge "pain".

He used to shine like the sun, a presence I looked up to, I thought he would not be defeated by anything, I thought he was always strong and indestructible. But in fact not, he is also a mortal body, and he will suffer and become frustrated. He just habitually hides all his pain and exhaustion from outsiders to notice.

And his biggest catharsis is to face a cold tombstone, tremblingly say "I miss you".

A small figure wrapped in a gray coat appeared silently behind Ran Qingzhuang, wearing a peaked cap on his head and his collar raised, hiding most of his face in the shadows.

My first reaction was to think the other party was suspicious and wanted to remind Ran Qingzhuang. But it's useless, I can't control this dream, no matter how loud I make, it can't be conveyed to Ran Qingzhuang.

The little man pulled his hand out of his coat pocket and held a silenced pistol in his palm. The gun was aimed at Ran Qingzhuang's head, he opened the safety, but did not pull the trigger immediately.

Ran Qingzhuang heard the sound, like an old oiled movement, he straightened up slowly, and turned his head to look at the other side.

"Who sent you?" The end of his eyes was slightly red, and his expression was not surprised, it could even be said... numb.

The muscles are completely relaxed, and it does not look like he wants to fight back. No desire to survive... I never thought that I would see such a Ran Qingzhuang.

"Ou Kelan." After the opponent hoarsely spit out Ou Kelan's name, he simply shot.

The bullet was spinning at a high speed, and I could even smell the smell of gunpowder.

After a muffled sound, a bloody hole appeared in the middle of Ran Qingzhuang's forehead, blood poured out, and he suddenly fell.

The white marble was splattered with scarlet blood, and I wailed in my dreams, trying to hug him, but not even a single strand of his hair was touched.

When I fell out of bed and woke up from the dream, my thoughts were still stuck in the scene where Ran Qingzhuang died in the dream. The whole person was swept away by the mountain and tsunami-like grief, the fingers were tightly clutching the thin quilt, and the tears fell uncontrollably.

"Ji Ning?" Maybe Ran Qingzhuang opened the door and hurried in when he heard me falling out of bed. He found me lying on the ground with the quilt, and hurriedly squatted down to check my situation.

"Where did the fall hurt? Hand?" He wiped away the tears on my face, frowning tightly, and began to pinch from the fingertips to examine my bones.

If he doesn't come, I can bear it, how can I bear it when I see him in person?

I shook my head vaguely, and with the joy of returning to reality and the anguish of having nowhere to vent, I jumped up and hugged him firmly.

"I dreamed of you..." I was somewhat taboo and didn't say much detail, "Dream of something not very good."

He stroked the back of my head and smiled: "You cry like this, am I dead?"

The picture of him being shot and falling to the ground flashed before his eyes again, and the tears that were finally stopped began to fall again.

I was a little angry, I was so distressed that I was dying, how could he still laugh?

"Don't talk nonsense!" I choked, grabbed the clothes on his back, and said decisively, "You will definitely live a hundred years, and live longer than anyone else!"

"Live longer than anyone else... how lonely is that?"

I pushed him away and charged him with dissatisfied eyes.

He was quickly defeated, wiped the tears from my eyes, and reluctantly changed his words: "I know, I must live a hundred years, and live longer than anyone else."

I was satisfied, and after my emotions gradually calmed down, I felt that crying so sadly because of a mindless nightmare was really a shame.

Holding the quilt back on the bed, I pretended to make the bed and turned my back to Ran Qingzhuang, embarrassed to look at him.

"Prosecutor Fu and they're gone?" I asked.

"Long gone."

"Oh……"

Neatly folded the quilt into a square, like a tofu block, Ran Qingzhuang stood there, still not intending to leave.

"Ji Ning, why did Lin Sheng call you a white swan?"

As soon as I shivered, the tofu cube collapsed in a corner.

"Are you hiding something from me?"

It's time to come, but fortunately, he doesn't seem to have listened to the whole, only the part about "Swan Lake"...

I support me: "Oh, that's ... that year, in fact ..." The intestines scratched the words, and finally decided to vomit, but not vomited, "I made up the lesson for Zhaofeng, in fact, to track down the murderer of the killing Little Black ..."

I turned around, sat down beside the bed, and explained the ins and outs of the past to him.

"So, you didn't give him a supplementary lesson because he was good at Zhaofeng, you have a quid pro quo." I thought he would be angry and shocked, but I didn't expect his focus to be so unexpected.