Grand Collection

Such a reality is no less than a thunderbolt, Kong Xin was struck with stares, countless years flashed through his mind in an instant, and finally thought, I don’t know if Kong Yi’s [-] will still be unforgettable, this is really not a good show up.

Luo Zigeng frowned, "Kang Chunjie is fine, why did he die suddenly? What happened?"

"The kiln is blown up," the security guard said impatiently, "it burns to more than 1000 degrees at every turn, and one mistake blows up the kiln. Who doesn't burn it to slag?"

"Then... what about Uncle Xiang?"

"You can just call Uncle Xiang, there's no need to come all the way here," the security guard complained, grabbing the walkie-talkie on his waist and saying a few words.

After a while, there was a mournful cry in the courtyard. The old housekeeper stumbled over and hugged Kong Xin, crying with snot and tears, "Our young master died so badly... the white-haired man gave the black-haired People... don't even have descendants, lonely souls and wild ghosts are floating in the wind... woo woo woo..."

Kong Xin's heart ached from his crying, and he patted his back, "My condolences, Uncle Xiang, why didn't you inform us of such a big matter?"

The old housekeeper wiped his tears, "The young master was hurt so badly by your second young master, he doesn't want to have any contact with your Kong family anymore, I...I want him to go clean... There is no scumbag in heaven, no Fried kiln..."

Under the guidance of the old butler, Kong Xin and Luo Zigeng found Kang Chunjie's cemetery, and put a bunch of daisies in front of the grave. Kong Xin looked at the half-new tombstone, and suddenly felt very sad, which was different from when he thought Xiao Meng died.

At that time, I felt as if my left and right arms were cut off, but now standing in front of Kang Chunjie's grave, I don't feel the pain, but my heart is full of indescribable sorrow.

Back at the hotel at night, Kong Xin sat by the bed smoking a cigarette and called Kong Yi, "When was the last time you and Kang Chunjie met?"

"Why do you ask this?" Kong Yi was still at work. Hearing this, he pushed the document in his hand, lying in the chair and turning a pen, "I go back to visit him every year during the annual vacation. We are still friends when we break up, but he doesn't seem to be like that." feel."

"Ok?"

Kong Yi sniffled and said aggrievedly, "In the first year, he asked the security guards to shut me out, even blocked the dog hole, and refused to answer my calls. In the second year, he finally answered my calls. , Unfortunately, he didn’t say a word, and he hung up after listening to my sweet talk for two hours. In the third year, he forgot to block the dog hole, and I climbed in, but I was beaten by security before I saw his shadow. I went out, in the fourth year, I asked Uncle Xiang, he was finally willing to see me, but he slapped me on the head, hey, let me tell you, the behavior of a big man slapping others is the most girly, but pure It's really handsome, tsk, that little face... I think if I try harder this year, he will definitely be willing to see me."

Kong Xin: "...are you crazy?"

"Hey, how can you say that? Don't think that because you are my brother, I dare not sue you for defamation!"

Kong Xin felt that he would never be able to understand his brain circuit in his life, "You have lost your old love for Kang Chunjie?"

"How should I say it?" Kong Yi's tone darkened, "Being with him puts me under a lot of pressure, but since we broke up, I found that I can never meet anyone I like again, no matter if it's a man or a woman. Even if she is as beautiful as a celestial being, I still feel that there is something missing, and I will dream of Kang Chunjie many nights, and then you understand."

"Fuck, you lower body animal!"

"Men are lower-body animals, you think you're not," Kong Yi retorted, "But you're definitely not going to be able to do it now, Zigeng looks very restrained, he must be holding you like a monkey..."

Kong Xin was stunned, "You monkey have the right to say that other people died with monkeys?"

"I said brother, you made an international call just to call me a monkey?"

Kong Xin looked blankly at the night outside the window, and suddenly didn't know how to open his mouth. It was obvious that Kong Yi had no more love for Kang Chunjie, and he really didn't know how to tell him the bad news.

He said perfunctorily, "It's nothing, it's just that I haven't contacted you for a long time, let's see how you are doing."

"..." Kong Yi obviously didn't believe it, paused, and asked in a rough voice, "You were dumped by Luo Zigeng?"

Kong Xin: "..."

"Damn Luo Zigeng, you don't want to mess around," Kong Yi was furious, yelling, "You ungrateful bastard, grandpa, how dare he dump you? How dare he play with your feelings? Damn...don't give him some Let's see if he knows how many eyes Second Master Kong has! Wait, I'll book a plane ticket to go back to China now, see if I don't beat him until he doesn't know his own father, oh no, his own father died long ago, I beat him until He doesn't even know his own mother, bro, don't be sad, I'll introduce you to five boyfriends in 360 right away, one of whom I favor every day, and the ones who don't look the same for a year..."

Kong Xin was embarrassed, "Your brain has opened up to the solar system, Luo Zigeng and I have a good relationship, don't bother you!"

"Then you and I are emotional? You are so cruel, what else can hit you?"

"It's okay, I hung up the phone, you idiot!"

Hanging up the phone, Kong Xin extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, sat on the window sill and stared blankly at the vast night outside, he couldn't believe that Kang Chunjie died like this, even an ordinary friend of his own couldn't believe that Kong Yi had been moved like that How can a true person accept such a cruel truth?

Within 2 minutes, Kong Yi chased after him on the phone, "Brother, I still think this is strange. Why did you think of Kang Chunjie for no reason? What happened?"

"It's okay, don't think about it."

"No, something must have happened," Kong Yi's voice became serious, "What's wrong with Kang Chunjie? Has he found a new boyfriend? How about that guy? Do you treat him well? No, that scumbag bullied him? Fuck!"

"Don't think about it!" Kong Xin raised his voice, "Kang Chunjie is very good, he has found a new boyfriend, he is very handsome, he is very gentle and considerate to him, you can give up your mind, just go and pick up your foreign girl, don't give up Hanged from a tree."

"Oh," Kong Yi replied and hung up the phone.

Not in the mood to continue working, he slumped on the chair with his face up, staring at the ceiling blankly, feeling extremely uncomfortable. It wasn't that he didn't love Kang Chunjie, but he didn't dare, didn't dare to accept his strong feelings, and didn't dare to take on a family responsibility. Responsibility.

He hated himself, hated his choice back then, made a wrong step, and regretted it all his life.

"Andrea, turn down all my work for this week," Kong Yi told his assistant, "book a flight back to Nanjing, and I'm going back to China soon."

The assistant was surprised, "But the boss said..."

"Don't listen to what the old man said. Who are you doing with?" Kong Yi said angrily, "He will retire soon in his seventies and eighties. By then, the whole company will be mine, and I will be the big boss!"

The assistant was scolded so despondently that he went to book a plane ticket, muttering: BOSS is still very young and easy to kill, a 50-year-old successful man is simply sweet, and the most valuable thing is that he is still single, how many people want to be ruled by him...

On the way to the airport, Kong Yi called Kang Chunjie with his mobile phone, but no one answered, no one answered, his grandma's call was never answered... Then he called Uncle Xiang, but he got through. The old man scolded him, what? Slag Gong, what kind of cheap man, what kind of impotence and premature ejaculation gave birth to a son without X-eyed...

Kong Yi glanced at the assistant, "Lend me your phone."

"what?"

"Lend me, make a call, buddy, aren't you?" Kong Yi half-robbed the assistant's mobile phone, dialed Uncle Xiang's phone number, squeaked out nonsense Mandarin, " Howling~~ I am like the FBI, you have been monitored by us, from now on, you can keep silent, but everything you say will be used as evidence in court."

Uncle Xiang was dumbfounded, "What?"

Kong Yi threatened seriously, "We suspect that your master Kang Chunjie is related to an antique smuggling case, now, you'd better report all the suspects around him, especially boyfriend, girlfriend, concubine, adulterer They are the most suspect."

"You...you mean Young Master Kong Er?"

"Nani?????????"

Uncle Xiang slandered with ulterior motives, "The young master has been in his hands for the rest of his life. This man is shameless, lewd, vile, ruthless, cruel, vicious, vicious, and insane. If there is any antique smuggling, he must have done it. FBI, hurry up and arrest him. He broke our young master's heart into pieces."

You are despicable and shameless, old boy, you are dead, Kong Yi grinds his back molars, "What I want to ask is now! Ren! Man! Friend! Friend!"

Uncle Xiang burst into tears, "There is no current boyfriend, our young master has already passed away... just a touch of fragrance is gone, heaven is jealous of talents..."

Kong Yi's brain went blank with a bang, "What?"

"Lanyan's fate is unlucky, the laws of heaven are unfair..." Uncle Xiang howled out of breath, "Our young master is so outstanding, so amazing, and died so miserable...Wow..."

"What's going on? What's wrong with Kang Chunjie? Oh, don't cry, old man, stop crying, tell me! What's going on?" Kong Yi yelled, cut off the phone in anger, and dialed Kong Xin impatiently .

It was seven o'clock in the morning in China, and Kong Xin was in a drowsy sleep. He heard the phone ringing and went to the bedside to touch it several times but failed to find it. Um, Ah Yi, hello, what's the matter? Your brother hasn't woken up yet."

Kong Yi's voice changed, and he hoarsely said, "What happened to Kang Chunjie, what happened to him? Don't give me Tai Chi, I already know!"

Luo Zigeng hesitated for a moment, "Half a year ago, there was an accident during the firing of the kiln. There was an explosion, and people... just disappeared."

The phone slipped from his ear, Kong Yi looked blankly at the void, and suddenly felt that the whole world had collapsed.

"...Are you okay?" The little assistant picked up the phone, looked up, and found that Kong Yi was covering his face with his hands, tears streaming down his fingers.

It was the morning of the second day when Kong Yi arrived in Jingdezhen. He went directly to the cemetery with Kong Xin without taking a break. Seeing the half-new tombstone, the piercing pain disappeared, and his heart seemed to be filled with a thick layer of fog. It made him a little sluggish.

Kong Yi slowly squatted down, raised his hand to touch the name on the tombstone, and murmured, "Ah Chun, I'm back again, you... don't you want to hit me? Are you going to hit me? Ah Chun... ...I owe you an apology, really, I regret it so much, Ah Chun, I'm sorry... Also, I love you..."

Kong Xin felt so sad that he couldn't bear it, so he dragged Luo Zigeng away, unable to bear to see Kong Yi's sad look.

Just a few steps away, I heard wailing from behind.

At this time, not long after the Qingming Festival, the smoke and dust after the worship was floating in the cemetery. Kong Xin looked back from a distance, and saw Kong Yi kneeling on the ground holding the tall tombstone, crying like a child.

"No," Luo Zigeng said suddenly, "No, it shouldn't be."

Kong Xin was puzzled, "What did you say?"

"Look at this cemetery," Luo Zigeng pointed to the tombstones. "There are traces of worship, flowers, or burnt paper money in front of every tomb. Why is there nothing in front of Kang Chunjie's tomb?"

A thought flashed through Kong Xin's mind, he turned around and ran back, pulled Kong Yi up, stared at the grave for a long time, "It's true, only the little daisy we brought the day before yesterday, Uncle Xiang regards him as his own son It hurts, it’s impossible to not come to pay homage to Qingming Festival, let him be a starving ghost that no one cares about.”

Kong Yi was crying so badly that he looked at Kong Xin with a mournful face, "What are you talking about? Ah Chun is dead, please let me cry for a while..."

"not dead."

"what?"

Luo Zigeng, "A Chun may not be dead."

Kong Xin nodded, "Xiao Meng can fake his death, why can't Ah Chun? Uncle Xiang didn't come to pay his respects, maybe it was because it was a fake tomb. Something must have happened to make Kang Chunjie want to tell such a big lie. He was avoiding it." What's up?"

Kong Yi blinked his eyes, and after digesting the news, he was revived with blood and blue in an instant, wiped the tears on his face, and said melancholy, "He must be avoiding me, what I said when we broke up was too hurtful, Ah Chun My little heart is broken, I'm a scum."

Kong Xin was expressionless, "I think you're thinking too much. If you want to hide from you, there are too many ways. There's no need to mobilize the crowd by feigning death."

"You're going to kill me if you make me feel affectionate!" Kong Yi grieved and stumbled towards the outside of the cemetery, "I'm going to find Uncle Xiang and ask him to hand over my Ah Chun! Give me back Ah Chun!!!"