Chapter 2072, the soft first love of the lame (116)

Jiang Yanxi slowly turned back and continued to look at Bai Weiwei.

His expression is even calm, whether it is to contact the funeral home or something else.

When he was doing things, it was still so orderly on weekdays.

There was no sorrow, no disturbances in life.

Jiang Yanxi forced himself to loosen her hand, and he suddenly stopped for a while.

Wei Wei is dead.

Her aftermath, he still needs to go through.

Can't be too shabby, so give her a beautiful funeral.

The dance troupe is also invited, all of her colleagues.

As he thought about the funeral, he limped into the bathroom and planned to wash his face.

The brain is too slow to think about it.

But when he walked into the bathroom, he was in the mirror.

It was strange to be terrible.

Jiang Yanxi's hair was a lot of white hair overnight.

Black and white hair mixed together and turned into old gray.

He stared at himself in the mirror and reached out and touched his eyes.

There were a few wrinkles in the corners of the eyes.

One night, one night, a few years old.

It was actually met by him.

Jiang Yanxi seems to want to pull his mouth and laugh at himself.

But the corners of the mouth were stiff and finally turned into a crying expression.

Jiang Yanxi did not dare to look in the mirror. He lowered his head and tried to wash his face.

Washing and washing, he suddenly could not hold back, tears desperately came out.

He reached for the rub, but he couldn't wipe it clean.

Finally he finally kneels and his legs can't hold back. He is sitting on the ground.

The voice of crying screamed.

He reached out and held his head, desperately crying, as if it had come from every bone in his body.

It is like a lone wolf that has lost everything.

Fighting for a cry, **** pain.

He no longer has the strength to pretend to be a man, to be elegant, to be calm.

Pack yourself to hold everything.

He can't hold this.

Can't hold this.

Bai Weiwei stood at the door of the bathroom and watched Jiang Yanxi almost shrink into a ball, and the wolf was weak.

The most tragic crying hoarse from his throat.

Hearing others is creepy and miserable.

This is her man who wants to die, and her heart is strong enough to be terrible.

Become a complete loser.

The system is still swearing: "I will fix the fault immediately, I can repair it. I am trying to repair it. The soul stays for a while and it is fine."

After the soul is separated, one hundred good feelings.

The data on the value of the heart is full.

All are qualified, she is very calm, too many times she has got used to it.

When she fails, she will have emotional ups and downs.

Last night, after her soul was separated, she watched him orderly everything.

I thought that Jiang Yanxi was still very strong and could handle her post-mortem things.

But after a sigh of relief, I looked at the hair on the head of Jiang Yanxi, a trace of white.

Gray and white, and wrinkles also appear a trace of texture.

Overnight, he experienced a decade of destruction.

And in this process, he just sat on the bed and looked at her body.

Did not say a word, the expression did not change.

But the scene last night was a silent desperate collapse.

More emotional than any intense emotion.

Bai Weiwei stood quietly beside Jiang Yanxi.

I never knew such a handsome man. It’s really not good to cry.

I don't know what happened, her hand suddenly fell gently on his head.

Hairpins are grayed out and passed through her palms.

(End of this chapter)