Funeral

Lang Gia Villa.

 The scene of people coming in and going out was as busy as a festival, but everyone's faces were sad and heavy, most of them were wearing painful black clothes, holding tight white daisies in their hands, taking turns up  make offerings, burn incense, and grieve.

 Lang Tinh really couldn't believe she was dead.

Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at the picture of the white background placed on the magnificent altar, it was a photo she took in her student days, a long time ago, perhaps that moment was the first time she looked at herself for so long, a look at the regret of humanity.

 Turning around, she didn't see Mac Vu, could he really not love her, otherwise why didn't her funeral come?

 Actually, it's not that Mac Vu can't come but can't come, he is now no different from the enemy of the Lang family, it was he who caused Lang Tinh to die.

The atmosphere was calm when a man from outside burst in, saying that he was crazy, but he was really mentally unstable, his feet fell to the ground, banging his head three times in front of the hanging coffin.  filled with fresh flowers, every time he raised his head, the blood stains on his forehead widened even more.

 He cried, crying in helplessness.

 For the first time, she saw the cold, murderous man crying without blinking.

- Lang Tinh, I'm sorry I'm not good, I can't protect you.

  Naturally, she was moved by that cry, and waved her hand to wipe away the blood stains on Mac Vu's rough mold but couldn't.

  The Lang family will be extremely unitary, Lo Tieu immediately burned on the spot, Lang Dien used a little strength to release the fire.

- Mac Vu go away... You go away.

 He was still kneeling, banging his head three more times at Lang Dien, his eyelids curled, his voice hoarse from choking.

 - Please let me stay to attend Lang Tinh's funeral, then no matter how you handle me, even if you kill me, I will definitely not complain and blame.

In order to bring her to the end of the road, he was willing to beg the person he once hated.  It was her father - Lang Dien, because he said offensive words that touched his dignity, silently letting people destroy his business.

 - Damn it... Lang Dien, why must it be him and not someone else, why is it Lang Tinh's father?

 The music was still loud, the trumpet was still blowing, only the air suddenly stopped.

 If I hadn't witnessed the scene today, Lang Tinh really couldn't believe that the man named Mac Vu really loved her, what he said was true.

Unfortunately, everything was too late… She was no longer in the human world.

 In the dark night, Lang Tinh followed Mac Vu's footsteps along the magnificent streets of the city, watching everything with him, everything was as real, as if she was still alive, still by his side first, without knowing the truth about him.

 Walking through all the places she had been with him before, reviewing some old memories and then he returned to the narrow room - the place he called home.

On the floor of beer cans, he didn't bother to clean up, just felt that he was in the way and kicked them away, making everything even more messy. That was enough to understand how confused he was.

 Tonight Mac Vu didn't drink but just sat quietly outside in the hallway smoking, for two days he tortured himself in drunkenness, but when he woke up, he felt even more pain, so maybe now he chooses to face it,  frankly walked through the pain that would never subside in his person.

 Without seeing it all with his own eyes, perhaps Lang Tinh would never know how much he loved her.

A long time later, he carefully took out a photo from his brown leather wallet, it was a photo that she and him had taken together on the occasion of their first Valentine's Day together, he had always had the habit of giving up. In the wallet, the wallet is old but the picture is still brand new, she remembers that the wallet was a gift she gave him on his birthday in the first year she and he met, he keeps it until now, no intention of replacing.

 He smiled to himself, saying a few words from the bottom of his heart to the girl in the photo.

 -Lang Tinh hopes that in the next life, like you said, we won't meet again, I won't meet a bastard like you.

 - Yes, you're a bitch, but I love your wretchedness.  I hope to love you again in the next life, if so, I will never say goodbye to you.

Lang Tinh had a monologue with himself, smiling bitterly, bitterly heartbroken.

 The cigarette in Mac Vu's hand was bright red, the only light emitted in the dark, pathless room;  The smoke released made his face, which had been covered by the black curtain, become even more dreamy, gloomy, melancholy, the cigarette butts at his feet were indescribable.

 That's why people say that the better the outside, the more confidence inside.

 - Lang Tinh has always been cold and indifferent to me before, not because having you has made my feelings for you less.  Just because I'm afraid that if I stay with you more, you will be in danger, I don't want to bring the unblinking killing of the gangsters on you.  That's true…

- But if I knew you would leave me this soon, I would spend more time together.

  - Lang Tinh in this world is the only one who truly treats me well, because I don't want to lose you, so I don't say my true identity.

Mac Vu was like a madman, looking at the picture alone passionately talking, sometimes reaching out his hand to wipe away the wet corner of his eye, his mouth was numb with a smile, his heart hurt so much that he wanted to die and come back to life.

 Maybe the dead person won't have to suffer like him...