Chapter 2

Wearing a white wedding dress, Yu Mingwei stands in front of her mother's tombstone, holding double-sided embroidery in her arms.

Her mood was as dull, oppressive and breathless as the weather.

There was another thunder, and the rain was pouring down. The rain was flowing down her hair. Her whole body was instantly drenched, but she didn't feel it. She only looked at her mother's picture with red eyes.

After her mother's death, she picked up her mother's belongings and accidentally saw her mother's diary. The last diary stayed two days before her mother's death. Her mother's handwriting, which had always been Juanxiu, had become crooked. It can be seen that it was very difficult to write.

Mother said, life has too many regrets and involuntarily, I really want to see that double-sided embroidery again. She knew that time was running out and she wanted to go back to the basics.

At the back of the diary, there is a poem: the clouds shine on the clear river, the flowers blossom, the honest and thrifty Wen Gongsheng xianlang, the love is more than the double, you Nong I Nong meaning is long.

If you look at it carefully, you will find that there is a hidden word in the poem: Yun LANLIAN's love is long!

She guessed that the double-sided embroidery was in Ji's home. She went to Ji's home. Ji Jianling said that Ji's home had no mother's things.

A month ago, Ji Jianling suddenly appeared in the tea garden. The tone of the order made her marry Huo Dongcheng, the young master of the Huo family, as a young lady of the Ji family.

Miss Ji... It's ridiculous!

When she was two years old, her mother took her away from the Ji family and went to the countryside to grow tea.

Eighteen years have not had an encounter with the Ji family, even half a year ago, their mother died of illness, no one came to mourn, but a month ago, Ji Jianling suddenly appeared in her world, shamelessly proposed to let her marry, where's the face?

She refused on the spot.

Ji Jianling even threatened her with this double-sided embroidery. If he didn't marry Huo Dashao, he would set it on fire.

When she thought of the poem she read when her mother died, and the last diary of her mother, her heart was too painful to breathe.

She was so angry that she wanted to die with Ji Jianling. However, the double-sided embroidery in Ji Jianling's hands, she can only pretend to compromise.

This month, she was like a string puppet, at the mercy of Ji Jianling. He told her to go east, she went east, he told her to go west, she went west.

Let her participate in the press conference, she will participate in the press conference, let her try the wedding dress, she will try the wedding dress.

Now, she finally got back what she cared about most.

All the grievances, anger, all poured out at this moment, she fell to her knees, holding her mother's tombstone and crying.

The cell phone kept ringing and she didn't answer. Oh, Ji Jianling must be crazy, right? But what does it matter to her?

The tears on her face are not dry, and the rain is constantly washing away. She holds the embroidered frame in her arms and touches her mother's face in the photo. She chokes: "Mom, I've got the things back. You can be at ease. Mom, I miss you so much, I miss you so much..."

"I'll read you this poem. The clouds shine on the clear stream, and the flowers blossom on the waves. "

"Mom, I will take good care of this embroidery. I'm leaving. If I have a chance to come back, I'll come to see you. But... Maybe I won't come back for the rest of my life. I'm sorry, I'm unfilial. "

"Mom, I'm going to New Zealand with Bo Yan. Mom, I love you

She knelt down again and kowtowed three times to the tombstone.

Tearful, she did not hesitate, decisively stood up, holding embroidery left.

Looking at the rain curtain of the sky, tears, once again paste a face. God, did you cry, too?

On the opposite road, there is a black Rolls Royce.

Rain washed the car body, black with solemn, as the car owner's character.

In the cab, Huo Dongcheng's eyes are as deep as the sea, looking at all this from a distance through the rain. His whole body is permeated with the breath of condensation, and the dark light flashed in his eyes.

Slender knuckles, subconsciously rubbed the hand puppet.

The puppet is very old, with traces of time.

He unfastened his seat belt and was about to get off the bus when Yu Mingwei got on a low-key Volkswagen Huiteng in a hurry. As soon as Yu Mingwei got on the bus, she drove very fast.

Huo Dongcheng's eyes narrowed and subconsciously stepped on the accelerator to catch up.

But a red Ferrari suddenly passed his car and rushed up from behind to crash into Volkswagen Huiteng.

Huo Dongcheng almost instinctively stepped on the accelerator, hit the steering wheel and hit Ferrari's body.

Bang——

With a big bang, the black Rolls Royce collided with Ferrari.

Ferrari was directly hit to fly out, the car body overturned, Rolls Royce also suffered a huge impact.

Like a movie blockbuster, the accident caught off guard and the scene was tragic.

A week after the red Ferrari overturned, it caught fire on the spot. The fire quickly submerged the whole car body, followed by a bang explosion and debris splashing.

The black Rolls Royce windshield was all broken, the right side door was directly hit and flew out, and the front of the car was also concave.

Huo Dongcheng was covered with blood. He was stuck in the middle of the car seat and the steering wheel. There were several wounds on his body, and the blood was flowing continuously. He looked out with his last consciousness, and he had already lost the shadow of the public Huiteng.

Pain hit, he could not resist, eyes closed, hands down, lost consciousness.

The puppet on hand fell under the seat of the car.