1960: C1960 Hatred Was also an Emotion

C1960 Hatred Was also an Emotion

Last night's weather was still sunny and clear, but this morning it had become gloomy. At nine in the morning, a light drizzle fell down, and as the north wind blew colder and colder, the drizzling rain turned into snowflakes.

Snowflakes flew everywhere along with the howling Bei Feng. He used all his strength to smash Tang Peng's face and his body was smashed into pieces. Very soon, it turned into water and disappeared. The cold made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Tang Peng just stood there as if he didn't feel anything. He lowered his head slightly and looked at Xiao Yue, who was kneeling in front of the tombstone.

Just like Tang Peng, Xiao Yue also wore the same kind of clothes. Her hair was tied up behind her head with a white ribbon, swaying in the wind.

The ground was muddy, Xiao Yue had knelt there for more than half an hour, her pants were drenched in the mud, it was cold, like a needle, but she did not show it, she did not even cry, she only raised her hand to the tombstone, staring at the photo embedded in it, not moving for a long time.

Pann Dongdong stood to the left of Tang Peng, and on the right was Chen Liuxiang and the others. All of the people that Tang Peng brought from Shen City had come here to see Han Xuan off.

He was buried this morning, and Xiao Yue, in her capacity as his wife, dug up the last of the soil for his grave.

The paper money that had long since turned into ashes was blown away by the north wind, leaving only the paper ashes stuck to the mud and buried by the gradually increasing snowflakes.

The snowflakes grew heavier and colder. The north wind also became colder and colder. The temperature of the snowflakes, which had landed on his forehead, had already frozen before they could turn into water.

The burial had been completed long ago, but no one left. It seemed that if everyone stayed here for a while longer, Han Xuan would come out from the grave and tell everyone with a smile that it was getting cold, so let's go back.

Xiao Yue was reluctant to leave, even though she knew that Han Xuan would not be revived even if she were to kneel here for the rest of her life.

Tang Peng didn't want to leave. He felt guilty for Han Xuan's death and for Xiao Yue: If he didn't use Bai Ci to deal with Chu Liangxiao, Han Xuan might not have died.

Han Xuan was Tang Peng's most capable subordinate and was loyal to him. He had fought alongside Tang Peng in the Middle East and had gone through life and death situations together.

At first, everyone thought that as Tang Peng became more and more powerful, Han Xuan would live the good life that he had hoped for. However, when they finally walked together with Xiao Yue, he died.

And it was still that tragic.

What made Tang Peng feel sorry for Han Xuan the most was that when he should have been able to beat Chu Liangxiao and Faang Yunkang to hell together, he instead let her off like crazy.

Tang Peng knew that when he hesitated for a long time and decided to let Chu Liangxiao go, Xiao Yue, who was like a wooden log these few days, did not have any reaction, but he knew that she was extremely dissatisfied.

Let Chu Liangxiao go.

Not only was this decision out of everyone's expectation, even Tang Peng himself was dissatisfied: could it be that Chu Liangxiao didn't hurt him enough?

Or was it because he'd always held some kind of feelings towards Chu Liangxiao that he couldn't bear to part with?

"Caw, caw, caw!"

From the snowflakes not far away came the hoarse and unpleasant cry of a crow.

Crow, always likes to stay in the graveyard, green little eyes, with other birds, animals do not have evil intentions.

Some say that the crow is an emissary from the underworld. It always loiters around when a new grave appears, and when the relatives of the dead leave, it takes the dead to another world.

The crow was calling out. It must be because it was dissatisfied with Tang Peng and the others staying in front of the tomb for a long time, right?

Perhaps, it saw that someone else was coming.

Someone had indeed come.

This tomb was located on a small barren mountain in the northern suburbs of Jingdu City. Below the mountain was a small road that had not been repaired for a long time, and this tomb was the end of it.

Originally, according to Tang Peng's intention, he was going to bring Han Xuan's ashes back to Shen City for burial. Even if he were to leave them there, it should be placed in those super luxurious tombs that were worth tens of thousands of meters per square meter.

He died for him. No matter how extravagant a place he found for him to rest, he was still qualified to rest in there.

However, Xiao Yue did not agree. Han Xuan was an orphan like Xiao Yue, and did not know who his parents were. He had even forgotten where his hometown was. He was born into poverty and had long adapted to it.

If he was buried in an extremely luxurious cemetery, Han Xuan, who looked a bit ugly, might be looked down upon by his neighbors.

Han Xuan has been living a good life since he followed Tang Peng.

But as soon as his life began to improve, he died.

This meant that he was not suitable for that kind of life of wealth. Even if he died, he should not be neighbours with rich people. Otherwise, if he died again, those who were still alive would not feel at ease.

Xiao Yue said that she could just find a tomb.

She would remember where the cemetery was, for the rest of her life, and when she died, she would come here to be with him.

As far as the eye could see, there was nothing to be seen.

When Crow's cry rang out, Pann Dongdong instinctively looked behind her and saw a black car stop at the end of the road. Two women in black clothing with flowers on their chests walked out of the car.

The girl who got off first had an umbrella in her hand. When the woman got off afterwards, she opened the umbrella and covered the snowflakes. The wind was gently pushed aside by her. She lifted her head and looked in their direction before walking over.

When the woman looked up, Pann Dongdong saw her face.

Chu Liangxiao.

It was Chu Liangxiao and her secretary, Xiao Soong.

"Hai."

Seeing that Chu Liangxiao had arrived, Pann Dongdong sighed softly and looked at Tang Peng with the corner of her eyes.

Tang Peng still stood there, he looked down at Xiao Yue with a calm gaze.

He didn't feel sorry for Han Xuan and Xiao Yue just because he let Chu Liangxiao go.

In reality, that day at Imperial Society, Chu Liangxiao's performance was not too excessive, and did not stand out when Faang Yunkang stood out and framed Bai Ci together with the R Country people.

Han Xuan's death had something to do with the R Country people.

Tang Peng would never let that white-haired woman go, no matter how mysterious her background was or how deep it was. From the moment she killed Han Xuan, she had already become a dead person.

Her heart was destined to be pulled out by Tang Peng.

Tang Peng had killed countless people, but he had never experienced it before. That kind of feeling should make him very excited, right?

When Pann Dongdong saw Chu Liangxiao, Chu Liangxiao, Titan, and the others also saw her.

In the eyes of everyone present, there was a clear look of loathing. Furthermore, there was an even colder look than that of Bei Feng!

Chu Liangxiao could feel it, but she didn't seem to feel it. She walked slowly to Tang Peng on the muddy road. She held a bunch of white flowers and bowed three times towards the tombstone.

Secretary Xiao Soong stood behind her with a nervous expression on her face. She was afraid that Tang Peng or his companions would beat someone up like crazy.

Chu Liangxiao didn't kill Han Xuan, but she definitely had something to do with Han Xuan's death.

Tang Peng didn't make a move, he had no intention of doing so from the start.

Since Tang Peng didn't intend to do so, no matter how furious Titan and the rest were, they didn't dare to make a move. At most, they could only curse a few times.

At the same time, Xiao Yue did not have any intense reactions, she only raised her head and looked at her with a stupefied expression, like a beggar looking at a roadside beggar for a rich and heartless man.

After the three bows, Chu Liangxiao put the fresh flowers under the tombstone with a straight face.

Flowers, tombstones, snow, and the color of the world around them were all white. However, they brought with them the life force of a tomb. It was as if all of the dead people in the tomb were focused on this bouquet of flowers.

After offering her flowers, Chu Liangxiao backed off and stood behind Tang Peng and the others. She lowered her head in grief but didn't leave.

Tang Peng finally spoke: "On behalf of Han Xuan, I thank you for coming to visit him. Why haven't you left yet?"

Tang Peng's voice was not loud, but it could freeze the snow.

Chu Liangxiao raised her head and moved her lips a few times. She didn't say anything.

"His death has nothing to do with you."

Tang Peng still didn't look at her--In fact, he hadn't even looked at her since Chu Liangxiao came to the grave. Even though it was just the corner of his eye, he still knew that she was here.

Because he was familiar with her scent, Tang Peng had a very sensitive nose.

"Tang Peng, I … "I'm sorry."

Chu Liangxiao's mouth moved a few times before she spoke.

Tang Peng did not answer, nor did he look at her.

Suddenly, Chu Liangxiao finally understood why Tang Peng wanted her to remain in her current position: he had completely driven her out of her heart.

The reason why he let her go was simple, even he did not know. He only felt that Chu Liangxiao was an innocent person in this incident, so there was no reason for her to be involved.

He didn't want to use Faang Yunkang's matter to beat her because he no longer cared if she betrayed him. This also proved that he didn't care about her anymore, no matter what other thoughts she had towards him.

If Liu came to retaliate against Chu Liangxiao's betrayal, it proved that he still had her in his heart.

After all, hatred was also a type of emotion.

But when a person couldn't be bothered to hate someone who betrayed him, that meant that he really didn't care about her anymore.

This kind of feeling was very tangled. Even the person in question might not be able to explain it clearly, and could only feel it with his senses.

Chu Liangxiao had felt it. Therefore, after her position had been saved, the extravagant hope that she had had was completely shattered.

She was less than half a meter away from Tang Peng, but it seemed like she was far away from the horizon.

There was no reason for her to stand here anymore, because she already had no relationship with Tang Peng and the others, even if it was hatred.

"I-I'm leaving, I won't let you down."

Chu Liangxiao said in a low voice as she bit her lips.

Tang Peng still didn't look at her. From the beginning till now, he hadn't looked at her.

After waiting for a while, disappointment surfaced in Chu Liangxiao's eyes. She suddenly laughed bitterly, turned around, and walked quickly back the way she came.

Because she was a bit hurried, her feet slipped and she fell onto the ground. Xiao Soong rushed over to help her up, but she raised her hand to block it. When she got up, her skirt was already covered in mud.

When the wind blew, it was very cold.

Chu Liangxiao staggered out of the cemetery. Her eyes stared at the gray sky. She didn't see the car on the road in front of her, neither did she see a young man walking towards her, nor did she see a tree root lying under her feet.

Chu Liangxiao tripped on the tree root, and when she jumped forward, it was already too late for Xiao Soong to support her. Chu Liangxiao tripped on the tree root, and when she rushed forward, it was already too late for Xiao Soong to support her.

"Thank you, thank you."2

Chu Liangxiao seemed to have awoken from a dream as she looked at the young man and asked, "You know me?"

"I naturally know one of the female hosts of the Imperial Society incident."

The young man smiled and let go of her arm.

Only then did Chu Liangxiao notice that he was also dressed in black, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. She asked subconsciously, "Who are you?"

"Me? My name is Gao Fei."

Gao Fei smiled again and walked towards the cemetery.

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