Chapter 2175

The dead have disappeared and will no longer leave any trace in this world, while the living have to suffer the double torture of memory and loss.

Tang Qing fell down from his wheelchair and threw himself on the blue stone slab in front of the tombstone.

Warm tears fell on the wet bluestone, mixed with the cold rain.

This sacrifice was nearly two years late.

In the curtain of the sky, the rain fell heavily on the cemetery, sending out a dull sound of mourning.

A black shadow stands outside the cemetery. Fu Tingyuan doesn't come in. He stands in front of the car far away, facing the direction of the tombstone. His face is cool and gentle, and his face is fuzzy in the rain.

All feelings were isolated in his eyes by the heavy rain.

Tang Qing worshipped in the cemetery and finally slowly woke up from her grief. She looked up and looked at Tang Yi, who was holding an umbrella for her. The mature face of the man was as calm and calm as before in the dim and humid air. Seeing her, he said softly: "OK, don't let Mr. Fu wait for a long time. Let's go back. "

Tang Qing gently nodded and was helped back to the wheelchair by Tang Yi.

Tang Yi pushes her to the outside of the cemetery.

Looking back, she saw that the blue tombstone became more and more blurred in the rain, and the black and white photos of luonanchu finally disappeared. Only the smile on her photos seemed to be still fresh in her memory.

She was so sad in her heart that she could not help but cry again and sob softly.

Fu Tingyuan saw them back and opened the door to let them get on.

Tang Qing sat in the car and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. Looking at Fu Tingyuan sitting in the driver's seat, he said in a low voice, "Mr. Fu, thank you for taking me to see Nanchu."

Fu Tingyuan started Bentley and drove outside the cemetery.

His voice was quiet: "nothing. She'll be happy to see you, too

Tang listened to him, and his tears, which had been stopped, fell again.

She sniffed gently. "Anyway, thank you for saving me."

Fu Tingyuan shook his head, but did not say anything, the car gradually quiet down, only the sound of the rain outside the window.

Tang Qing raised his head and looked at Fu Tingyuan's face reflected in the rearview mirror.

He looks very different than she remembers.

In the past, Fu Tingyuan was elegant and sparse. It seemed that Luo Nanchu was the only one in his sight, and others had nothing to do with him. But now he has become silent and cold, and has a sense of distance from all the people in the world. His aura is far away and cool, like the moon shadow reflected in the deep sea, eager but not accessible.

It's like, he's the only one left in his whole world, and he can't get into another.

She slowly drew back her sight, thinking of Fu Tingyuan's change, her heart was also a burst of sour.

The departure of lornan changed the fate of too many people and left too many regrets.

Bentley slowly stopped at the door of Fu Tingyuan's private villa in London.

Three people went to the villa hall.

It was still very cold in rainy days. Tang Qing sat on the sofa, shivered and curled up his shoulders slightly.

Her pale face was exposed to the air, showing some fragility.

Tang Yi took a look, gently frowned, and turned to call for a pot of hot water.

When Fu Tingyuan came in, he answered a phone call. After that, he frowned gently for a moment, and then said faintly, "I know."