Bai Yueguang returns to China, don't be a spare tire, divorce Lin

During the Qingming Festival, the capital city is gently shrouded in a layer of mist and drizzle, like an elegant ink painting.

Ye Wanqing drove to the quiet cemetery in the suburbs early in the morning. It was usually quiet and silent here, but today because of the festival, it was a bit noisy and warm.

In her left hand, she held a bouquet of fresh and elegant white roses, and in her right hand, she gently grasped an exquisite umbrella with a light ink lotus painted on the umbrella, which complemented her cool temperament.

Under the umbrella, her makeup is exquisite and flawless, but she reveals an indescribable indifference and alienation. She is so beautiful that makes people's hearts beat fast but dare not approach her.

Dressed in black, she seemed to blend into the Qingming rain. Under the black hat was her long, soft hair like a waterfall. The black slim-fit sweater outlined her graceful figure. She wore a well-cut black windbreaker on the outside, and a pair of simple yet elegant black knee-high boots.

On a day like this, her outfit not only did not seem out of place, but instead added a touch of mournful solemnity.

Her appearance was so outstanding that even the grave-sweepers who passed by could not help but cast a few inquiring glances at her.

Ye Wanqing walked forward with firm steps, looking straight ahead, until she came to a specific area. She slowly turned to the right, and rows of neatly arranged tombstones came into view.

She walked to the third tombstone and stopped naturally.

In the photo embedded on the tombstone, the young Su Junyan has a bright smile and is full of heroic spirit. The youthful vitality seems to break through the shackles of time and leaps into view.

His name, Su Junyan, is like the most beautiful note in a piece of music. It is simple but touches the heart.

Ye Wanqing gently placed the white rose in her hand in front of the tombstone, and the dew on the petals seemed to be telling of endless longing.

Then, she turned slightly sideways, tilted the umbrella, took out a white handkerchief from her handbag, and carefully wiped the dust off the photo. Every movement was full of tenderness and love.

The smile of the young boy Su Junyan in the photo became more and more charming, as if he had traveled through time and space, warming Ye Wanqing's heart.

The rain became heavier and heavier, like a torrential downpour. The people who were visiting the graves quickened their pace. After offering flowers, they hurriedly escaped from the embrace of the rain, leaving behind only a series of footprints of varying depths.

Ye Wanqing still remained squatting, with the umbrella slightly tilted, as if the whole world had nothing to do with her. Only this moment of tranquility and memories was everything to her at the moment.

Raindrops slid down the edge of the umbrella, making crisp sounds when they hit the ground, but she was completely unaware.

Just at this moment, Lin Xuan and Mrs. Lin walked into the cemetery washed by rain. They came to commemorate their deceased relatives.

The drizzle has turned into a downpour, and the sky and the earth are hazy.

Lin Xuan knew that Mrs. Lin was weak and was worried that the rain would make her catch a cold, so he gently persuaded her and the housekeeper to leave first. He was willing to stay in this quiet cemetery for a while longer to accompany his deceased relatives.

Mrs. Lin looked at Mr. Lin's photo, a touch of tenderness and nostalgia flashed in her eyes, and she finally did not insist on staying:

"Okay, then you should spend more time with your father and grandparents. I'm not feeling well, so I'll go back first."

After saying this, she slowly stood up and, with the help of the housekeeper, walked towards the cemetery exit step by step. Her figure gradually became blurred until it completely disappeared in the rain.

There were fewer and fewer people in the cemetery. Lin Xuan watched Mrs. Lin's back until her shadow completely disappeared. Then he slowly turned around and his eyes fell on the tombstone in front of him again.

Lin Xuan only had a vague memory of his father in his mind.

He remembered his father as always gentle and kind, always tender and loving towards his mother, yet at work, a strict teacher. Those moments, like old movies, played slowly in his mind, warm yet distant.

Lin Xuan's childhood is a series of warm and sweet pictures, in which the loving figures of his family are always so vivid.

He gently brushed away the dust on the tombstone and rearranged the flowers that were wet by the rain. Each flower carried his deep remembrance of his loved ones.

Then, he opened his umbrella and slowly walked into the rain, with a hint of reluctance and attachment in his steps.

It was almost noon, and the rain was getting heavier, as if the sky were pouring out its endless sorrow. The cemetery was becoming increasingly deserted, leaving only the melody of rain and wind.

Just as Lin Xuan was about to leave, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. He turned his head, and his eyes involuntarily followed that figure.

Ye Wanqing had just finished her call and stood up. Glancing to the right, she saw Lin Xuan standing not far away. She was slightly startled and immediately turned left to avoid a direct encounter with Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan didn't expect to meet Ye Wanqing here again. Looking at her black dress looming in the rain, he couldn't help but think of the scene when he met her on the street a few months ago.

At that time, she was also dressed in black, like an elf in the night, impossible to ignore.

He frowned slightly, a strange emotion welling up in his heart. However, his steps unconsciously moved to the left, as if an invisible force was pulling him.

When he reached the third tombstone, he could not help but stop and tilted his umbrella to reveal everything in his sight.

At that moment, he saw the photo and name on the tombstone - Su Junyan. He remembered this name clearly because it was this name that Ye Wanqing had paid tribute to last time.

He withdrew his gaze and continued walking, but ripples were forming in his heart.

Ye Wanqing walked out of the cemetery and hung up the phone. She glanced down at her rain-soaked boots and couldn't help but look back.

In the rain and fog, a figure was walking slowly towards her with an umbrella. The familiar outline made her heart tighten.

When she saw the person's face clearly, she was slightly startled. It was Lin Xuan.

She wanted nothing to do with him, so she tilted her umbrella slightly, shielding her view with the edge, and walked quickly to her car.

Lin Xuan looked at Ye Wanqing's receding figure, and his expression changed slightly. Was she avoiding him? This thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

The drizzle during the Qingming Festival finally stopped after three days. The sky was as blue as a washed sky, and the sun sprinkled gently on the earth, giving people a long-lost sense of freshness and brightness.

This day was the day when Ye Wanqing and Zhao Jinyu agreed to visit the crew, and the sunny weather seemed to add a bit of pleasure to the trip.

Ye Wanqing did not choose to take Zhao Jinyu's private car, but drove her sports car herself and set off for the crew.

The two set off at around eight in the morning. After a relaxing and enjoyable journey, when they arrived at the set, the clock pointed to exactly ten in the morning.

In the crew, Su Zimo was engaged in a thrilling "hero saves the beauty" scene. As soon as Ye Wanqing stepped into the scene, she saw Su Zimo carrying the heroine on his back and struggling forward in the artificially simulated rainstorm.

She didn't want to disturb his concentration, so she just stood quietly in the distance, stared for a few seconds, and then quietly stepped aside, not wanting to be a burden to anyone.

Zhao Jinyu was having a lively conversation with the director, discussing the details of the filming, while Ye Wanqing found Li Meng, took the script from her, and began to read it carefully, immersing herself in the wonderful world constructed by the words.

"Wanqing, how come you are free to come here today?" Li Meng asked curiously, with a hint of surprise in her tone.

Ye Wanqing smiled and responded: "I came to see you and learn from you."

Just as the two were talking happily, a faint quarrel was heard not far away, which attracted Ye Wanqing's attention.

She tilted her head slightly and looked over the crowd, but because the distance was too far, she couldn't see any details. She only vaguely saw a boy squatting on the ground, carefully cleaning up the spilled milk tea.

Seeing this, Li Meng took the initiative to explain to Ye Wanqing: "That is Xiong Xiaoman's assistant. Xiong Xiaoman has a straightforward personality and is very strict with her assistants. This is already her twentieth assistant.

This kind of thing happens almost every day on our set. Today, because her agent wouldn't let Xiong Xiaoman drink milk tea, she was upset and took it out on the assistant.

Ye Wanqing just smiled faintly when she heard this, without making any comment. However, Li Meng seemed quite interested in this topic and continued to talk non-stop:

"Wanqing, you know what? That assistant is a very nice person and handsome. I think his looks are no less than those male celebrities!"

Li Meng seemed to suddenly remember something, and quietly approached Ye Wanqing, lowering her voice and saying:

"I tried to poach him privately, but his contract with Xiong Xiaoman's company was tightly bound. The penalty for breach of contract was as high as three million. He simply couldn't afford it, so he had no choice but to stay with Xiong Xiaoman as an assistant."

After hearing this, Ye Wanqing raised her eyebrows slightly and finally asked, "Then why did he choose to be an assistant here?"

"It's because I accidentally offended Xiong Xiaoman." Li Meng shrugged, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

Xiong Xiaoman has a strong background, and if you offend her, your life will be like walking on thin ice, with every step being cautious.

"Oh." Ye Wanqing responded softly, without much expression on her face. It was obvious that she was not very interested in this kind of turmoil in the entertainment industry.

Seeing this, Li Meng stopped talking about this topic and started talking about other things.

At this time, Ye Wanqing saw that Zhao Jinyu's conversation with the director was nearing the end, so she gently handed the script in her hand to Li Meng and turned to walk towards Zhao Jinyu.

As she passed Xiong Xiaoman's assistant, she stopped involuntarily. She pulled out a tissue from her small bag and handed it to the boy who was busy with his work.

"Use this, it's cleaner."

The boy looked up when he heard the voice. At that moment, Ye Wanqing saw his face clearly, and the tissue in her hand trembled slightly unconsciously.