Knock it off!The Shenyan couple are also in love today and sprinkle sugar

Yijiang is very lively today.

The news of Yan Fangning's one-day tour around the river was bought and searched, and many tourists bought tickets from other places to watch it. For a while, the Bund was surrounded by water.

Bo Zhi stood on the Twin Towers, covering her mouth in amazement.

"Wow, so many people..."

"Sister Zhizhi, Yanshen really didn't come today." Jiang Can walked over and asked.

"He's busy." After Bo Zhi finished speaking, she looked behind him, "Where's my brother? Didn't come?"

"Ah."

It's normal for her cold-hearted brother to be uninterested in such things.

"But the boss is a little strange today..."

Jiang Can scratched his head in a daze, "He actually told me this morning, 'Fu Jingyan isn't going, why should we go', Sister Zhizhi, what do you mean by boss?"

Boss heart, sea needle, Jiang Can didn't dare to speculate.

"Are you sure you heard right?"

"No."

Jiang Can's tone was affirmative, and the boss' tone was super cold, scaring people to death.

Bo Zhi squinted her eyes, with an appearance of seeing through the truth, and said mysteriously to her little idol: "There is only one truth."

Jiang Can immediately pricked up his ears and listened attentively.

"My brother actually loves Fu Jingyan."

Thin branch sonorous and forceful enunciation.

"..."

Jiang Can was shocked for a long time, and finally managed to find his voice.

He subconsciously comforted: "Sister Zhizhi, it's okay, if you want to live a decent life, you must have some green on your hair."

Bo Zhi paused for two seconds, looking at the clear and stupid little idol.

"Chan, how are you better than sister?"

Jiang Can: "." It seems to be the same.

He was so confused for a moment that he didn't know whether to comfort sister Zhizhi first or comfort himself first.

Bo Jin at the door: "..."

Forget it, or he'd better go home.

As soon as Bo Jin turned around, Shen Tinglan's loud voice rang out, "Professor Bo, where are you going?"

Bo Jin: "..."

The door in front of him swung open, and he didn't want to stay or leave immediately.

The seat by the window was carefully wiped clean with a paper towel, and the soft white face was puffed up and blown to make sure there was no trace of dust.

Only then did he smile brightly at the pale man.

"Boss, sit down."

Everyone: "..."

Jiang Li raised her hand to cover her face, "Maybe I'm too sexy to see this scene of child labor being exploited."

Shen Tinglan squeezed a cherry and threw it into his mouth.

Looking at her sideways: "How sexy? Sexier than in the garden last night?"

Jiang Li: "...?"

She froze for a moment when the eyes of the crowd looked over.

Then he explained calmly and dryly: "I just accidentally stepped on the water pipe when I was watering the garden yesterday, and it rained on Young Master Shen's villa for free, please don't look at me with such garden-playing eyes. "

Shen Tinglan couldn't help laughing, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

He shared with everyone with a cherry in his mouth, "Then, like a chick with wet wings, he hugged his head and screamed for help, help, it's so sexy."

Everyone: "..."

Jiangli: "..."

She smiled slightly, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will not only crush the water pipe, but also crush your head, making you hug your head and scream for help, help."

Shen Tinglan: "..."

Sure enough, all the little white rabbits are pretending.

Bo Zhi couldn't help laughing while listening to their chat.

Until Yan Fangning's punishment started, Bo Zhi leaned on the railing and looked down with her head tilted.

There were chattering noises in her ears, Shen Tinglan asked her: "Bo Zhizhi, are you happy?"

Bo Zhi didn't say a word.

She looked down at the humiliated Yan Fangning who was thrashing in the water.

It seems like that.

Not much fun.

The little mermaid, who likes to eat fruit the most, didn't touch the fruit plate today, and she was mostly dazzled by Shen Tinglan. She propped her arms thoughtfully, staring at the flowing water and thinking:

What is Fu Jingyan doing?

……

Compared with the bustling Yicheng, Linchuan is shrouded in the cold and desolate drizzle.

Today is not only the memorial day for Grandma Fu Jingyan, but also the memorial day for the whole village.

There is no specially built cemetery in the small village, but they are buried in the back hills. As far as the eye can see, there are hundreds of hills with tombstones, and white flowers scattered all over the mountains and plains in the rain.

Someone asked: "The Fu family is so rich, did they just bury the old woman in this chaotic mountain?"

"At the beginning, the Fu family proposed to build a cemetery for the village, to find a good place for those who died in the disaster..."

The white paper money in his hand was eloquent, and the man pulled his lower lip.

"In the end, the stressed family members threw rotten eggs and scolded them, saying that they don't need their fake kindness. After all, only one child of the Fu family lost their lives in the whole village."

"They don't need ridiculous handouts, they just want their children back."

"..."

"Brother, shall I hold an umbrella for you?"

"Need not."

The cold voice fell lightly.

The two people who were talking were startled, and looked back. In the drizzle, a man dressed in pitch-black was holding a black umbrella, walking steadily past him.

"is it him?"

"...Yes, if my child is still alive, he will be as old as he is now."

Countless voices, countless eyes, fell on him.

Fu Jingyan walked across the hills in silence, carefully avoiding the white flowers that fell in the mud, and finally stopped in front of a small tombstone.

He carefully wiped away the water marks on the photo with his cuff.

"Grandma, how are you doing this year?"

The smiley face of the old lady was exposed, with crooked smile lines, and a small flower pinned between the silver hair and white hair.

Fu Jingyan still remembered that it was bright yellow.

Even though she is old and gray-haired, she still wears colorful skirts and a small bag of the same color. She is the most fashionable old lady.

The immature little boy once asked: "Grandma, after death, do people turn into black and white photos without color?"

"uncertain."

"As long as Yanyan remembers grandma, grandma will not fade."

Fu Jingyan smiled, "You have always been colorful."

Daisies of different colors are placed in front of the tombstone, showing rainbow-like colors inexplicably in the rain.

"Grandma, I have brought you good news this time. I am with Zhizhi."

Fu Jingyan smiled and said: "It's the girl I mentioned to you every year. She is very cute and beautiful, but she has a bad temper and is occasionally fierce, but she is also easy to coax. I want to bring her to see you, but in the end Think about it or forget it...

"It's too depressing here, I'm afraid she won't like it."

He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered his slightly red eyes.

"Because... I don't like it either."

"I don't like everything here except you."

Resisting the ruins buried deep in the ground, fearing hysterical shouts, and fearing every staring gaze.

But he could only remain silent, not even qualified to resist.

When the rotten eggs hit me, I could only be silent and accept everything.

Because he is the only survivor.

"Mom..." The boy gently wiped off the sticky and smelly marks on Fu's mother's face.

This was probably the most embarrassing moment in his life that he had seen his always intellectual and elegant mother.

He asked in a daze, "Is it because I wasn't the one who survived, so it wouldn't be like this."

Fu's mother hugged him in a panic, "No, no..."

The boy leaned quietly in her arms, his eyes empty.

No?

But why did he feel that no one in this world wanted him to survive.

Since then, his annual birthday wish.

All that remains is to wish the world to be reunited without parting.

……

The drizzle fell on the sparse soil, Fu Jingyan looked at the tombstone and smiled slightly.

"I like her so much."

"Grandma, I miss her a little..." In this bitingly cold place, parting and tears are all around.

"I want her to hug me."