Chapter 420

Fu Chenhan was silent for a while before he said: "he is not good at words, and it is difficult to distinguish between happiness and anger. Only his mother can understand what he means. I remember when I was a child, his adjutant always brought some novel toys for Fu Yishu and me. Later, I learned that they were all carefully collected by him from all over the world. My relationship with him... I can't say whether it's good or not. "

To say yes, but when he saw Fu Mo's body, he didn't shed even a drop of tears. For this reason, Mrs. Fu always scolded him for having no conscience and being a cold hearted monster; If not, there are many beautiful memories between him and Fu Mo, even if the memory of this man has turned yellow and faded, even his face is blurred.

Fu Chenhan said with a smile: "it's getting late. If we have to go back to lunch, we'll go first."

If you have any knowledge under the spring, please bless this child named Jiang Xiu. She is my only light after years of darkness.

……

"Miss Jing." The grave keeper bowed his head and gave a respectful cry.

Jing Qingjia wears a long black dress, and her skin is more and more white. Today she has a rare good look, which shows that she was once famous in the capital. Her beautiful outline is also like that of the past. However, her voice is very gentle: "have you been to the first young master and the second young master?"

The grave keeper nodded: "the eldest young master has been here. The second young master is in the old house today. It is estimated that he will come later."

Jing Qingjia nodded: "please."

The tomb keeper quickly said that he would not work hard and asked Jing Qingjia to go in.

Holding a black umbrella in her hand, Jing Qingjia slowly passes through the vertical and horizontal paths in the cemetery and stops in front of Wei Yu's tomb. Then she puts down her little white chrysanthemum and sunshade umbrella, and kneels down on the tombstone of Wei Yu and Fu Mo with her skirt.

She was born in the Ministry of national security. Even though she had been in hospital for many years, her back was still straight.

Jing Qingjia's lips were slightly clenched, and he kowtowed three heads in a low voice: "Shifu, Shiniang, Qingjia has come to see you."

"Time flies. It's more than ten years since you passed away." Jing Qingjia's voice trembled slightly: "if you are alive, would you like to see me?"

She tightly grasped her skirt, like a child who did something wrong, and sobbed in a low voice: "madam, you have told me that wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. You should not be too sharp in life, but I always don't listen. In the end, even the child of Yishu has not been saved."

"For many years, I have been afraid to visit the elder. I really have no face to see the elder." Jing Qingjia clenched her lips: "the two of you are deeply affectionate towards Qingjia, but Qingjia has done such a shameless thing. It's really a failure to live up to the master's life teaching. During the four years of being bound up in the world, they repent every day and suffer every day. I hope that they can repay my sins."

As the breeze blew, Jing Qingjia's bony shoulders trembled. Finally, she couldn't help crying.

When she was just born, her parents were on the rise in their careers and had no time to take care of their children. Almost all of her parents grew up in the Fu family. She and Fu Yishu were real childhood sweethearts. Because her father joined the army, she had her own goal since childhood. She was a teacher when she was three years old. Although Fu Mo was silent, she was a good teacher, Although the time of teaching Jing Qingjia is not long, it can also be said that he is giving everything to each other.

Jing Qingjia's fingers were as pale as a corpse in the sun: "Shifu, Shiniang... I always want to escape. It will be better if I die, but I can't let him go... I can't let him go..."

Her tears fell on the stone floor, dense out of a wet mark, like a water color hibiscus.

"Qingjia?" The man's voice suddenly rang out. Jing Qingjia's back was stiff. She quickly dried the tears on her face and stood up from the ground. When she looked back, it was her usual appearance, as if the previous vulnerability never existed: "it's you."

Fu Yishu was carrying a bouquet of lilies in his arms, and the face with a sharply angular face was seldom lost. "Why are you here?"

Jing Qingjia was very worried. She didn't expect that Fu Yishu couldn't stand her coming to Fu's Mausoleum now, so she had to smile reluctantly: "I've come to see the master and the teacher's wife. I've finished reading them, so I'll go first."

"Wait a minute." Fu Yishu grabbed her arm: "you haven't been here for a long time

Jing Qingjia's arm that he held trembled unconsciously. Fu Yishu frowned slightly. She... Still resisted his touch.

She felt a general pain in her heart, but Fu Yishu let go of her hand quickly. For fear that Jing Qingjia would hate her more, she stepped back two steps.

"..." Jing Qingjia looked at her actions, bit her lips slightly, and laughed at herself: "today I'm better. I think it's the death day of my teacher's mother, so I'll come to see her."

Fu Yishu asked: "is there any disease recently?"

"Not bad." Jing Qingjia said: "the spirit is not bad recently."

It should be able to live for a while, it should be able to redeem those sins.

Fu Yishu's fingers moved. He wanted to ask her something else. Would you have nightmares in the middle of the night, would you have insomnia, and would you think of the lost child.

But looking at Jing Qingjia's pale and indifferent smile, he blocked his throat and couldn't say anything. For a long time, he just said in a dumb voice: "then take good care of your body“

"... well." Jing Qingjia nodded: "then I'll go first."

Fu Yishu looked at Jing Qingjia's thin back away. He reached out decadent and rubbed his temple. He bent down to put the flower in his hand in front of Wei Yu's tomb and murmured: "mother... She still won't forgive me."

……

Schisandra grows fast. Now it's as high as Jiang Xiu's waist when standing up, which means that the silly dog's weight is getting heavier and heavier, and the impact from behind can't be underestimated.

Jiang Xu was knocked down in the mud by a silly dog. He thought silently that the dog is a good friend of human beings and can't eat dog meat hot pot, which reluctantly suppressed his impulse to hang Schisandra chinensis.

Push away the silly dog on the body, Jiang Xiu heart tired sigh, "you don't make trouble!"

Schisandra can't observe words at all, eager to lick Jiang Xiu's hand, want to let Jiang Xiu play ball with it.

Jiang Xu pushed his dog's head away: "go to find aunt Tong and Aunt Liu to play with you. I'm busy here. I don't have time."

Schisandra quite aggrieved, put the ball in its mouth on the ground again, whimpered, and lay down beside Jiang Xiu.

Jiang Xu picked a lot of vegetables in the basket. Seeing it like this, he couldn't help laughing: "OK, OK, I'm not angry with you."