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

In fact, Fu Jingyan lied.

When Bo Zhi asked him if he wanted to come back alone.

"I'm always afraid of losing her..."

Fu Jingyan smiled slightly, "I want her to see my perfect side."

He wanted to hide all the embarrassment and embarrassment by himself.

Fu Jingyan's voice was very soft. Looking at the white paper burning in the rain, he murmured: "Grandma, bless us, bless us forever, okay?"

"If one day my life is coming to an end, I also hope that I can join hands with a girl named Bozhi to finish this life."

The drizzle woven into a rain curtain, fell on the shoulders of the man's black suit, soaking in little by little.

Xiao Zhuo didn't know what he was talking about.

But he saw Fu Jingyan's drooping eyelashes, wet from the drizzle, and his eyes turned a little red.

He is obviously such an excellent and outstanding son of heaven.

Why do you always lick your wounds alone in the middle of the night.

He should obviously be proud and reckless, and have a brilliant life.

Instead of covering her eyes in the dark, she only dared to whisper softly: "She doesn't want me anymore..."

And he didn't even have the courage to find her.

Xiao Zhuo felt that if it was Master Shen, he would block people with great fanfare, but his brother Yan would not.

The sense of brokenness in him was too heavy.

It just feels like he's not good enough.

"Is that kid a big star?"

"Yes. The old lady of the Fu family traded her life for a big star, so it's worth it."

"Is he acting?" 17 years have passed since the disaster, time has gently taken away all the scars.

Those heart-wrenching memories are gradually fading.

Everyone's mood is relatively calm.

"The acting skills of big stars are good, but I don't know if it's really sad."

Xiao Zhuo held back his anger and interrupted the two, "You two, please pay attention to your speech in front of the deceased."

The two looked at him. Xiao Zhuo hadn't graduated long ago, so he obviously had never dealt with this kind of market woman.

"You are his assistant? Sure enough, big stars have pomp when they go out, and they have to be waited upon when they come to worship."

Listening to the yin and yang tone, Xiao Zhuo's cheeks flushed for a second: "You..."

He just took a step forward holding the umbrella.

"You still want to beat me at such a young age? Let me tell you, my son is still watching from the grave!"

Seemingly mentioning the pain point, she directly collapsed and sat in front of her son's tombstone, "Son, you passed away so badly, if you are still alive, you can protect mother..."

Xiao Zhuo was really shocked by the absurd scene.

He didn't even know what to do.

"I, don't do this, I didn't..."

"Xiao Zhuo, I apologize."

Fu Jingyan came over at some point.

He didn't hold an umbrella, standing in the dark in the rain, his face was delicate and cold, and the rain was lightly streaked across his eyelashes.

Xiao Zhuo lowered his head and apologized: "I'm sorry. That's not what I meant. Please forgive me."

When the woman heard the apology, her grievances welled up in her heart.

She looked at Fu Jingyan, and the young man was outstanding standing in front of him, so outstanding that people were jealous, which aroused her pain of losing her son.

"You have become a celebrity now. Is this how you treat us victims? If my son survived, he would not be worse than you."

Xiao Zhuo felt a little outrageous, and his breathing was heavy.

Fu Jingyan's eyes were clear, and he said nothing, "Xiao Zhuo, let's go."

Xiao Zhuo held an umbrella for him.

Fu Jingyan didn't feel pain or itch, he didn't seem to take the woman's words to heart.

The woman looked at him and shouted suddenly, "Why are you the only one alive, why is my son gone, what did he do wrong..."

The familiar words made Fu Jingyan stop.

The years have been long and silent, and those deeply buried memories once again surged like mountains and seas after being dusted.

His breathing was slightly tight.

"——What did he do wrong again?" A familiar voice sounded from behind.

Fu Jingyan paused and looked back.

The girl stood in a snow-white dress, holding a transparent umbrella, holding a large bouquet of dewy roses of different colors, intertwined into rainbow-like brilliant colors.

"Why do you vent all your emotions on him? He is just a survivor who was rescued by his elderly grandmother. He did something wrong..."

Thin Branch bit her lip, feeling a little wronged, "Anything?"

Girls always have endless courage and magnanimity.

"You have been brooding about it for so long. Are you resenting why you failed to protect your son at the beginning, or are you trying to find an outlet for your dissatisfaction over the years?"

The truth is always the most stinging and stirs up all the negativity.

The woman was stunned for a long time, then suddenly got up from the ground, and raised her hand fiercely at Bo Zhi, "You little bastard, what are you talking about—"

"Snapped."

There seemed to be a thunderbolt in the sky.

Bo Zhi subconsciously closed her eyes, the expected pain did not come.

She opened her eyes and saw the slender and straight figure standing in front of her.

He tilted his head, his short black hair was wet with water, dripping on the back of his cold white neck.

"Fu Jing..."

The wrist was gently held, and the man rubbed his fingertips lightly, as a gesture of comfort.

"I think you're right."

He looked down at the immature boy on the tombstone, "He is my friend. If the disaster hadn't happened, I believe he would have become a very good person."

No anger, no anger, even if the slap fell on his face.

He still spoke gently: "But no one can predict natural disasters. If it is possible, I also think that my grandmother didn't rush in to save me, so she would have survived..."

"I don't want to live if I can."

Bo Zhi raised her eyes suddenly, and immediately took his hand.

Fu Jingyan didn't look back, she was quiet, letting her warm little hand hold his cold fingers.

He said: "People always have to look forward. The dead are gone, and the living are like this. All the sufferings have passed."

All suffering is over.

Looking at the portrait of her son, the woman finally covered her face and wept in a low voice.

……

The sound of the rain became louder and louder, gradually blurring all sounds.

Fu Jingyan picked up the umbrella thrown away by Bo Zhi and propped it on top of her head.

Gently wiped off the raindrops that fell on her face, "Why are you here suddenly? It's still raining."

"I don't know, just suddenly..." Bo Zhi looked up at him, his eyes fell on the reddish half of his face, his throat choked up inexplicably, "I miss you."

The Little Mermaid rarely expresses her likes and emotions.

Fu Jingyan smiled, "It's too cold, go back to the car first."

Thin Branch grabbed him.

"No, I want to see grandma."

Delicate colorful roses are placed in front of the tombstone, setting off some beautiful colorful colors.

"How did Zhizhi know that grandma likes roses the most?" Fu Jingyan asked with a smile.

"I knew it."

The thin branch gently wiped away the water marks on the photo, "Grandma must like it, we all like roses when we are beautiful."

Fu Jingyan couldn't hold back a low laugh, "Yes."

Bo Zhi said, "Aunt Fu said it."

But in order to prevent gossip, Fu Jingyan rarely sent roses.

Even when he sent daisies of different colors, some people said that it was not a festive day, and he sent such bright flowers.

Thin Zhi looked at his short hair dyed back to black, it looked good, cold and beautiful.

"Fu Jingyan, if you say that again, grandma will be angry."

He said he didn't want to survive if he could.

Bo Zhi suddenly blushed for no reason, "I'll be angry too."