Chapter 1677： I have a little goldfish 43

In the first few days after Xiao Jinyu left, Wei Yiran would be uneasy from time to time.

When eating, I can’t help thinking, what if she eats a bad belly on the island? Huo Chenghong will inevitably ask a doctor to treat her. Will the doctor detect the abnormality of the little goldfish?

When I was walking, I wondered again that when I went to the island, I would inevitably have to play around to see the scenery. What if she can't walk a few steps and her feet hurt? If I knew this, I should ask her to bring her wheelchair when we set off...

He tossed and turned insomnia while sleeping, uncontrollably remembered the situation of her and the man in the bed, his headache was splitting, the more he thought about it, the more meticulous he became-scattered hair, overstocked skin, trembling eyelashes, from tender red The breath that comes out of your lips, and there... what will it feel like there?

boom.

The brain buzzed.

Wei Yiran suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for breath!

For no reason, I remembered Xiaoyan's cold question when she left: Did you treat me as a woman? Can you talk about marriage and marrying women, even once, have you ever?

No……

Not once.

This is true for Xiaoyan, and so is Little Goldfish. Even if she shared the bed countless times, he just treated her like a fish.

Until now remembering that she had become Huo Chenghong's woman, Wei Yiran realized what was the reason of his recent depression and loneliness.

Wei Yiran held his head and closed his eyes in pain.

Shouldn't be like this...

She was just a fish that Grandpa caught, an angelfish.

...

On New Year's Eve, Wei Yiran and Huang Ming had a New Year's Eve dinner together.

The New Year’s Eve dinner was very rich, but the atmosphere was deserted, and both of them felt dull.

Huang Mingxu thought of his relatives in his hometown, feeling stunned. He had a drink after another.

Wei Yiran drank with him.

He has a good drinker, and somehow he was particularly drunk tonight.

Intermittent singing came from my ear, it was Huang Ming who was drunk crazy.

The singing is particularly unpleasant. The words are unclear, the accent is heavy, and the tone is chaotic.

However, Huang Ming probably didn't sing it for anyone to listen to. It's just that he has been away for too long to relieve himself.

Wei Yiran held the wine glass silently, and also thought of his relatives.

Wei's family is thin, even if the family eats together during the Chinese New Year, they are not satisfied at a table.

However, no matter how few people are, it will be more lively than it is now...No matter how few people are, the heart will not be as cold as it is now.

Speaking of it, it seems that he hasn't visited them for a long time.

Time to go and see...

The next day was a rare sunny day.

Wei Yiran packed himself up, bought joss sticks and paper money, and went out to sweep the grave.

The tombstones of the Wei family were all in one place. He stood at one end and looked at the other end. The rows of gray tombstones were calm and calm with his familiar names engraved on them.

Father, mother, grandpa, grandma, grandpa and grandma, and grandpa's brothers and sisters.

At that time, the world was not peaceful. Wars were everywhere, and every household was dead. Only the grandfather of the Wei family survived. Based in Qingjiang, he expanded the family business left by his grandfather, and then married a wife and had children...

Wei Yiran's eyes fell on his grandfather's tombstone.

There is a black-and-white photo of Grandpa, with his name and year, month and day. Next to his name is a line of small characters: "The word Zi'an".

He stared at the three words for a long time, then retracted his gaze and looked at both sides of the tombstone.

The thought of all blood relatives being here, but he was the only one left, that unspeakable sense of loneliness almost overwhelmed him...

This feeling is too depressing.

Wei Yiran didn't stay in the cemetery for too long, burned the paper money for the incense sticks, and left by car.

From time to time, children who set off firecrackers ran by the side of the road. People put on new clothes and paid New Year's greetings. Everyone's face was beaming.

He couldn't help being envious.

What I envy, but I can't tell.

The driver in front suddenly said, "Huh? It seemed to be Miss Jin just now?"

Wei Yiran was taken aback, turned his head and looked around. The car was already driving far away. Pedestrians carrying large and small bags blocked their vision, and did not even see the license plate number. .

"You are wrong, she is not in Qingjiang now." He said.