I'm sorry, you are responsible for me

Chapter 48 Death, Can't Separate Us (1)
He didn't look at the child, his eyes were only focused on her, she was the love of his life, the girl he loved the most.

Seven years later.

Nanshan Cemetery.

The light rain was drizzling, and on the gray stone steps, a woman dressed in black, with her skirt up, walked up the steps step by step.

The grass on the side of the road was drooping, and the bouquet of wild chrysanthemums in her arms became the only bright color in the picture. Other than that, the whole person was shrouded in shadow, and his back gradually became blurred.

The man on the tombstone has a sharp outline, a cold temperament, and remains upright.

And next to the tomb, there is a new tomb, and on the new tomb, there is a tablet without words.

The woman didn't even look at the new grave, she walked to Fu Zhijin's tomb, bent down, put the bouquet in front of the monument, then took out a light-colored handkerchief, and gently wiped off the water droplets on the tombstone.

"Brother." While wiping the drops of water, she looked at the young and handsome appearance in the photo, murmured as if talking heart-to-heart: "Brother, Xiaojia may not come to see you in a short time, I want to... Live in Nancheng for a while."

After cleaning the tombstone, she took a few steps back, the light rain wet the bangs on her forehead, she looked quite embarrassed.

"They all said that he was dead. Mu Chen said that, Director Yang said that, and now...even my parents say that." Her gaze casually glanced at the new grave next to her, as if she had been scalded. General, immediately took it back, stopped looking at it, but attached it, put his hand to his mouth, lowered his voice, and said to Fu Zhijin's tombstone, "But I..."

"I don't believe it."

Not far away, a bolt of lightning mixed with muffled thunder pierced the sky.

Ye Jia suddenly laughed: "Brother, you think so too, don't you!"

The grass and trees are silent, only the sound of pattering rain beating against the bluestone slabs.

In the black and white photo, his expression was still indifferent.

"Secretly tell my brother that I bought a ticket to Nancheng...I'm going to find him." She said mysteriously, "I only told my brother about this, and my parents didn't know about it, so my brother must also help me." Keep it secret!"

Walking down the steps step by step, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Not far away, a girl holding a small umbrella waved at Ye Jia continuously, smiling sweetly.

Ye Jia walked down the stairs in two or three steps, walked towards the little girl, and picked her up: "Tang Bao, I didn't ask you to wait for mother in the car."

The little girl was born with bright eyes and white teeth, and her small face was white and glutinous, moist and translucent. When Ye Jia saw her for the first time, he thought that this was a small soup dumpling.

"It's stuffy in the car, Uncle Cheng...stinks." Tang Bao spoke, stuttering and slurring his words.

In a black Mercedes not far away, a man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out. His figure has gotten better in recent years. He was originally a tall man of 1.8 meters. At this moment, his suit is trimmed and his figure is tall. He is a mature man. The temperament is more and more revealed.

Ye Jia walked over with the soup bag in his arms. The soup bag wrapped around Ye Jia's neck and made faces at him.

"You've smoked our soup dumplings!" Ye Jia gave him an annoyed look.

"Stinky girl, I just want to come down to play, and the villain will sue first, and bite back." Cheng Yu stretched out his hand and pinched Xiaotangbao's fleshy cheek, "Little villain."

"Well, Uncle Cheng, the villain!" Tang Bao grinned and frowned.

Ye Jia put the soup dumpling on the back seat, fastened her seat belt carefully, and said jokingly, "Tang dumpling, it's not Uncle Cheng, it's Uncle Cheng!"

Tang Bao imitated the example, and called out in a sticky voice: "Uncle Cheng."

Cheng Yu beside the driver's seat turned his head and stared at Tang Bao resentfully: "It's not that old."

Indeed, these years, Cheng Yu has reversed his growth and looked younger.

In the back seat of the car, if you don't pay attention, you really can't find it. There is a quiet little boy sitting there, the size of a soup dumpling, and the eyes and brows are very similar.

"Brother, does the doll that Uncle Cheng gave me look good?" Tang Bao asked the little boy beside him.

The little boy was resting his eyes with his eyes closed. Hearing this, he opened his eyes and looked at the Barbie doll in Tangbao's hand. The clothes were gorgeous and complicated, and the original goods earned a lot of money.

"Ugly." The boy said coldly, then looked away from the car window.

"Ah Shi, don't bully your sister!" Ye Jia, who was in the passenger seat, told him while fastening his seat belt.

Cheng Yu took out a remote control plane from the trunk and handed it to the little boy: "Ah Shi also has it, remote control one that can fly into the sky, authentic American product."

Fu Shi just glanced lightly, although there was light in his eyes, it just passed by in a flash.

"I don't like it." He pouted lightly, turning his face away.

"Fu Shi, you can't be rude." Ye Jia turned his head and gave him a stern look. Fu Shi just took the big box. Seeing the shape of the plane on the box, his face was slightly moved, but he was still awkward. Throwing the box aside.

"What should I say?" Ye Jia asked again.

"Thank you... Uncle Cheng." Fu Shi deliberately bit the last few words.

Cheng Yu knew that he had such a temperament, so he didn't care, started the engine and drove out.

"How's the situation going to America this time?"

"Okay, Zhiweixuan Chain will be listed on the New York Stock Exchange in two months."

Ye Jia nodded: "It's hard work for you to run by yourself."

"You 'lady boss' don't care about the company's affairs, so of course you can only make me work harder." Cheng Yu said with a smile.

"Are you kidding me!" Ye Jia's expression became serious, and he glanced sideways at the two children behind him. The two children were very focused on playing with toys, and did not notice Cheng Yu's words.

"Forget my mistake." Cheng Yu immediately changed his words, "Vice President, Vice President Ye can do it."

Ye Jia stopped talking and looked up at the scenery outside the window. Soon, the car stopped in front of a small villa. Ye Jia asked Fu Shi to take the soup dumplings home first. In the car, only she and Cheng Yu were left.

"That matter!" She couldn't wait to speak, Cheng Yu lit a cigarette, and took up the conversation lightly: "This is the third time, and I have used a lot of connections, and even spent a lot of money to hire a private salvage team , but the result..."

"No result is the best result!" Ye Jia hurriedly added, "Really?"

Cheng Yu looked at the night outside the window for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "The Luoyan River is a vast soup, the water is fast-moving, with three bends and nine bends, and many cliffs and waterfalls. If you fall into this river, I'm afraid there will be no bones left..."

Ye Jia stared at him sharply, gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice, "I forbid you...to use that word!"

"How long are you going to lie to yourself!" Cheng Yu became emotional, "Don't say that he fell into the Luoyan River, and he fell from such a high cliff with people and cars, Ye Jia , use your brain to think about it, have you ever seen a car turn over a hundred meters of cliffs and people can still live?"

"It's alive! The car fell into the river, and it's still alive!" Ye Jia held the bag in his hand, trembling, and murmured, "If you can't find the body, it means he's still alive!"

"When the remnant of the car was found, it was completely distorted...

"The corpse flowed into the Yangtze River with the rapids of the Luoyan River. How could it be found?"

Ye Jia couldn't listen to Cheng Yu's words.

"If he is still alive, why has there been no news for more than a year? Does he miss you and your children?"

"Stop talking!" Ye Jia covered his ears and shouted in a broken voice, "I won't let you say any more!"

"Ye Jia!"

Ye Jia had already opened the car door and ran out. Cheng Yu chased her out and grabbed her hand: "Ye Jia, let him go! Let yourself go too."

Ye Jia panted heavily, trying to calm down the ups and downs of her chest, and slowly closed her eyes: "I won't cry, knowing that Brother Yan is still alive, I won't cry." He ran back into the villa.

He closed the door heavily, turned his back to the wall, and held back the tears in his eyes.

Two little guys, Fu Shi and Tang Bao, were sitting on the Totoro blanket in the living room watching TV. Fu Shi noticed the movement, turned his head first, looked at Ye Jia, then got up tremblingly and ran over, grabbing her "Ye Zi, your eyes are so red, did that Cheng Yu bully you?" He glanced out of the French window, and before Cheng Yu's car drove away, Fu Shi immediately said, "I'm looking for him Settle accounts!"

Ye Jia grabbed Fu Shi, squatted down, hugged him in his arms, and stroked his little head with his hand. The soup dumpling was relatively slow, and looked back at the two of them, then turned around again, paused for a few seconds, and finally After realizing it, she ran over tremblingly, wanting to crawl into Ye Jia's arms.

"After a few days, Mommy will take you... to Nancheng to find Dad, okay?"

"it is good."

"not good."

Tang Bao had a cute face, but Fu Shi frowned and looked depressed.

Ye Jia led the two children to the chinchilla blanket and sat down, looking at Fu Shi: "Ah Shi, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing!" Fu Shi muttered, stood up, ran upstairs, and went back to his room, closing the door heavily.

Ye Jia was slightly surprised, looking at the soup dumpling for unknown reason: "Recently, your brother's temper is good!"

Tang Bao blinked and stared blankly at Ye Jia.

Late at night, thunder and lightning roared, and the wind was strong.

Holding the Barbie doll in his arms, Tang Bao tiptoed into Fu Shi's room, climbed onto his little bed, and got into his brother's bed.

Fu Shi was woken up by her, and was thinking about kicking her off.

Tang Bao had already hugged his brother's waist, trembling with fright: "Brother, I'm afraid."

"Go to your mother..." Fu Shi muttered impatiently.

"Mummy...uh...not in the room." Tang Bao trembled.

Fu Shi opened his eyes. In the dark night, they were as bright as stars.

"Not in the room?"

"Mommy, on the balcony... learn from Uncle Cheng and breathe out the stench."

Fu Shi immediately got up, put on his little slippers and was about to go out. When he reached the door, he put his hand on the doorknob, but stopped. Putting it on the back of the head, with the other hand, he swiped the stupid hair on the soup bun's head.

"Stupid girl, that's not breathing, that's smoking." He glanced at her angrily, "How can I have such a stupid sister when I'm so smart?"

"Brother, what... what do you mean... smoking?" Tang Bao asked blankly.

"You still don't understand." Fu Shi turned off the light and lay down on his side, "Go to sleep."

Tang Bao lay down obediently again, and hugged Fu Shi's waist, Fu Shi stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms: "Stupid girl, if Ye Zi asks us again if you want to go to Nancheng, you have to stand with me." The camp, you say you don’t want to go, you know?”

"For, for... why?"

"Because..." Fu Shi gritted his teeth, "That person is already dead."

"No matter in good times or bad times, poor or rich, healthy or sick." In the dead of night, she was sitting by the window sill, and a flash of lightning illuminated her cold profile.

The oath rolled on the tip of the tongue, singing.

"I love you, respect you, cherish you, and be loyal to you forever, until death..."

Another flash of lightning flashed across her eyebrows, resolute and determined.

"Even death cannot separate us!"

Operation Death, Codename: Hurricane.

It was a large-scale drug transaction. The volume of heroin transported by water from Southeast Asia was staggering. The police had been in control for three months, and it was expected to wipe out all the members of the drug trafficking network center in Nancheng. However, in that final operation, In a fierce battle, the cunning drug lord hijacked his car and fled. Fu Zhiyan and his partner Qin Jian drove to pursue him.

On the cliff mountain road, there are boundless cliffs at the top, and the Luoyan River with fast flowing water at the bottom.

When the leader of the drug lord pushed the hostages out of the speeding car, the distance between the two cars was less than [-] meters. The hostage, whose hands and feet were bound like a big sandbag, appeared in the middle of the road unexpectedly, and the headlights illuminated him. With blood on his frightened and helpless face, Qin Jian, who was driving, slammed the steering wheel to avoid the hostages, and then the police car crashed into the road guardrail and rushed straight out of the cliff.

When the god of death opened his eyes, the whole world fell into darkness.

In just ten seconds, Fu Zhiyan's mind flashed back a picture of his whole life.

In the end, everything was fixed at the moment when the child was born.

The not-so-clear video screen was shaky, and he walked into the clean white-walled ward. On the bed in the middle, his girl looked haggard, but the corner of her mouth grinned with satisfaction and sweetness.

The two babies in the arms are wrinkled, the elder brother is bigger and the younger sister is smaller.

"Ashi, Tang Bao, that's Dad, called... Dad."

The children slept soundly.

At that time, Fu Zhiyan's eyes were indeed red.

He didn't look at the child, his eyes were only focused on her, she was the love of his life, the girl he loved the most.

Fu Zhiyan is a man who doesn't understand romance, but is romantic to the extreme inadvertently.

At least, Ye Jia thought so.

In the few years at the border, he didn't have much free time, and when he did, he would call and video call her.But even so, he still maintains a weekly long letter and sends it back to her, which has remained unchanged for years.

"Brother Zhiyan, Ah Shi can already walk with a toddler, but the soup dumplings still don't seem to work."

"I asked the doctor, maybe the intellectual development of soup dumplings will be slower, Brother Zhiyan, I'm so sad."

"Today Tang Bao finally spoke! Do you know what she said! She's calling...Mom!"

"Brother Zhiyan... I miss you."

"Ashi's IQ is much higher than that of children of the same age. The doctor said he was precocious. Brother Zhiyan, we may have a genius son!"

"Brother Zhiyan, I recently learned a poem, "To the Oak Tree" by Shu Ting. I really like it, and I want to recite it to you."

Under the night light, Fu Zhiyan read her mood and the clips of the children's growth, always silent.

"Xiaojia, in the past seven years, everything has been deployed here. We just need to wait for the final closing of the net and the success of the operation. The old spider at the center of the drug trafficking network in Nancheng will be arrested by us. At that time, the finishing work will be completed. I’ll be back soon, and I’ve already made plans to take you and the children on a trip after I come back. You can search online first to see where you want to go, or travel around the world, how about it?”

"By the way, I still owe you a grand wedding. By the way, at the wedding, I hope you will recite "To the Oak Tree" to me."

He is smug, she is looking forward to it with joy.

However, this paper letter has become a must.

What she waited for was his heroic sacrifice, with no bones left.

Ye Jia didn't shed a single tear, she didn't cry, she didn't even allow the children to cry, everyone said that she was hard-hearted, and there were even rumors from the outside world that she actually had a new love, maybe it was her partner, Zhiwei Cheng Yu, the president of Xuan National Chain Brands.

A young and beautiful woman with a vacant house, a mature and rich single man, who has lived together day and night at work for seven years, who can guarantee his innocence?

In modern society, there are too many such things to enumerate.

Otherwise, how could she not have a single tear?She didn't even attend his funeral. Could it be that her heart is made of stone?

In an interview program of the two founders of the Zhiweixuan restaurant chain, the host actually brought up this topic veiledly. The purpose was to indirectly dig out some secret relationships between Ye Jia and Cheng Yu, and asked about Ye Jia’s deceased husband, the second wife. When the three things happened, Ye Jia only said one sentence: "It's not the dead husband, it's the husband."

"He's not dead." She paused every word, biting the words very deeply.

Not dead, so I don't cry.

Finally, everyone understood that Ye Jia was not hard-hearted, but she had become obsessed with love, and her mind was out of order.

Later, Ye Jia's behavior became more extreme, even his clothes were not allowed to enter the tomb, and he kept saying that there was no reason to build a grave for a living person!

No one will listen to advice.

The Fu family was obedient to this daughter-in-law, pampered without rules, she was his wife, and they didn't want his clothes to be buried, so they didn't want her to be irritated, so beside Fu Zhijin's grave, there was an extra one without words. empty tomb.

In the past few years, Ye Jia and Cheng Yu's Zhiwei Restaurant has grown bigger and bigger, and several branches have been opened in Luzhou, and now they are chained nationwide.Ye Jia has also transformed from a poor girl to a famous chef worth millions, and also a partner of the Zhiweixuan chain brand.

(End of this chapter)