#042

It seems that it is not too crazy.

She got up from the ground in a mess and still remembered spitting out the sludge from her mouth.

However, she vomited on her hands and wiped her face again. After wiping her face, she turned around and wanted to run to the venue.

The two men in black swung their fists at her from a distance, their eyes showing fierce light.

Where could she see it, she kept running forward.

However, after two steps, she stopped herself without waiting for the man in black to threaten.

Yan Yu walked forward. After meddling in other people's affairs, the benevolence and righteousness were exhausted.

By her side, he slowed down.

She stroked her skirt, took off her bright hair accessories twice, and used her five fingers full of dirt to combed her hair. The more she combed, the dirtier she became.

The rain kept falling, and she was soaked all over.

In the distance, there was the crying of the Meng family and the murmur of a woman in his ears.

Not real.

She stood there, thinking something. Her throat was as hoarse as if she had broken her throat, making a saw-wood sound.

The female elder gestured to the two men in black.

The man in black faces the woman, stands with his feet and holds his hands on his back. As long as she dares to break out, they will definitely not be polite.

Yan Yu advised him again, "Go back."

It was strange that he didn't hear her clearly when he was standing side by side with her. He took a step forward, and her three words penetrated into his ears.

"Not pretty," she said.

Yan Yu looked back at her.

It was dirty, as if it was flowing through sewage. The hair, face, and skirt were covered with mud. The hair wet in the rain fell on both cheeks.

He couldn't see her appearance clearly.

Not only isn't beautiful, it's simply ugly.

The woman's skirt could not be cleaned, and she murmured, "It's not beautiful." She hesitated and walked with her toes towards the venue, but her heels were retreating.

A few days ago, news of Meng Fanyu's death came, and a friend shook his head and sighed, Meng Fanyu's girlfriend was crazy.

Yan Yu understood that the person who had been in a gorgeous dress in front of him was Meng Fanyu's girlfriend.

He thought for a few seconds and said, "It's a special day today, let's just be a good person. He handed over the umbrella, "You can't be resurrected by death, so be mourning and follow the changes. I'll give you this umbrella, go home early."

The woman was wearing a pair of white shoes, her heels were four or five centimeters tall, only reaching his chin.

Yan Yu stretched out her hand for several seconds, but she didn't move any movement, her eyes fixed in front of her.

It is difficult for good people to do, so don’t do it.

He took back his umbrella and was about to walk to the venue. But she pulled her suit.

Her hands are dirty and thin. The beauty is weak and boneless, so it is called beauty. Her weakness is only boneless, so it is terrible.

He looked at her again.

Her face was also thin, so thin that her eyes were about to break out of frame.

Her eyes seemed to be on his chin or lips, tears gushed out of her eyes, "Fanyu..."

Crazy, really crazy. Yan Yu held her expression and said, "Let go."

She was startled and let go.

He glanced at the dirty marks on the suit in disgust.

She reached out and grabbed his lips, which was quickly blocked by him.

The two men in black ran over immediately, "Sir, please go to the venue first. She is a lunatic and has a ill mind."

Yan Yu is leaving.

She chased after her and was pulled away by a man in black. "Have you made enough trouble? You crazy woman!"

She fell to the ground, quickly half-climbed up, and even kneeled toward Yan Yu.

The man in black kicked her back hard.

She rolled on the ground, wailing and crying.

Many guests stopped leaving and stood there to watch the Meng family’s play.

Several elders of the Meng family hurriedly greeted the guests.

The guests went in one after another, and the elders of the Meng family signaled that they could act.

The man in black carries the woman.

She beat and bite.

The man in black did not move at all, strode into the middle of the road, threw her to the ground, and turned toward the venue.

She was so thin that she was dizzy that she couldn't even get up.

At this time, the elders of the Meng family welcomed Yan Yu.

Yan Yu nodded and walked into the memorial service. He received a small funeral bag with the life of the deceased and two candies.

Yan Yu bowed three times to Meng Fanyu's photo.

Meng Fan has bright eyebrows and bright eyes, and a thin nose and lips. The clean boy is very clear in black and white tones.

Yan Yu looked quietly for two seconds. He and Meng Fanyu did not look similar, or they were just like the curve of the thin lips.

Meng’s parents’ eyes and noses were dark red. That thank-you voice, like the woman in red, was a broken voice that hurt her throat.

Yan Yu turned around and took her seat.

In this solemn memorial service, gossip is also inevitable.

Man A said: "The madman is lying outside. Another one died at the memorial service. Isn't the Meng family afraid of causing trouble?"

Man B laughed softly, "It's just thrown on the road. If she is hit by a car, the Meng family will only be indirectly responsible, and humanitarian compensation will be done."

The man sighed, "Meng Fanyu spoiled her so much during his lifetime, but now he closed his eyes and the woman was driven crazy like this. If she died at his funeral again, it would be pitiful."

The man Yi said coldly: "So, people still have to live. It is not worth it to be killed by a woman."

Yan Yu looked at the sky.

The rain here continued to fall. But in the distance, a ray of white porcelain light shone in the dark clouds.

Yan Yu walked out.

Several elders of the Meng family frowned but did not stop them.

Yan Yu saw the woman lying in place, and the vehicle avoided her from a distance.

He held an umbrella and saw her kissing the hair chain with redstone beads inlaid with red stone beads. The drizzle fell on her like a needle. The sewage was covered with it, dirtier than before.

He put an umbrella for her, "Where is your family?"

She glanced at the dark umbrella face and shrank.

Yan Yu looked at the traffic flow, "Meng Fanyu didn't tell you, is it dangerous to lie here?"

Hearing his words, she immediately got up. "Fanyu..." She put her hair accessories on her head again and obediently walked with him to the side of the road.

The two stood under the umbrella, and Yan Yu only had a layer of rain and mist floating in his hair and coat, "Where is your family?"

She didn't answer, just stared at his lips, and then reached out to grab him.

He avoided it.

She timidly retracted her hand.

"I am not familiar with Meng Fanyu. However, my good friend admires him. I reluctantly love the house and the Wuwu, and appreciate him once." Or, the words of the two men just aroused Yan Yu's interest. Why did a woman who harmed people become a mess after harming people?

She didn't know if she understood it, her eyes were straight and she wouldn't turn.

"You are—" Yan Yu looked at her with his eyes down, "Meng Fanyu's girlfriend?"

The woman's expression changed. She pointed to the direction of the memorial service, "Fanyu..." and pointed at herself again, "I." said with a broken voice, "A lifetime."

Yan Yu laughed. Where did the scene in front of him come from forever?

The woman remembered something at this time, turned around and ran to the venue. After running for two or three steps, her heels were embedded in the grass, tripping her.

Yan Yu slowly squatted beside her with an umbrella, "Don't bother, you can't get in."

She got up, took off her shoes, and threw them hard, "Fan Yu... is not happy without me."

Yan Yu heard something was wrong.

He did not participate in the discussion of Meng Fanyu's accident. He died and could not survive even if he discussed it. But he had heard of it once or twice and was killed by his girlfriend.
To be continued...