Lucky to Have You Till the End

Tang Xinyan bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums at the entrance of the cemetery. She walked up the stairs step by step.

Mo Chiwei followed her unhurriedly.

Walking to his father's grave, Tang Xinyan put Baiju down and knelt down.

Looking at the black and white photo on the tombstone, she gently stroked her slender fingers, "Dad, Xinyan has come to see you. Haven't been here for so long, are you angry with your daughter?"

Looking at his father’s handsome facial features and facial features when he was young, Tang Xinyan remembered the happy memories of childhood, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips, “Dad, mom has succeeded in the operation, and now her mental condition is improving. It won’t be long. , Mom will be the same as before!"

Tang Xinyan muttered to herself at the tombstone for a long time, suddenly as if thinking of something, she turned her head and looked at the man standing on the stairs smoking non-stop.

With his back to her, she couldn't see his face clearly, and she didn't know his current expression.

But she was a little angry.

No matter how she and him quarrel, even if there is no love, they are still husband and wife. He followed her to her father's grave. Why couldn't he come over and give her father a kowtow?

Still facing her with an indifferent back?

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the inner dissatisfaction, she called him, "Wei Mo Chi."

He didn't seem to hear her voice, and stood motionless like a statue. If it wasn't for the rising smoke, she would doubt if he fell asleep while standing.

After waiting for nearly a minute, Tang Xinyan stopped calling him when he saw him standing indifferently. After three heads with her father, she got up.

When she passed by Mo Chiwei, she didn't look at him, leaving her face tight.

He didn't recover from the surging thoughts until she was almost finished walking down the steps, and until the cigarette **** on his fingertips burned to his skin.

Looking at Tang Xinyan's figure, he walked to the tomb of Tang's father again and saw the bunch of white chrysanthemums. He bent over and picked it up.

The thin big palm crushed the white chrysanthemum petals bit by bit in the palm of the palm, and then, with the big hand raised, countless petals floated in the air.

Abandoning the pedicel, he turned around with a gloomy look, and strode away.

When Tang Xinyan left the cemetery, she discovered that it was already half past nine and the last bus had left work.

A cool breeze blew, and she shivered abruptly.

When a girl ran to the cemetery, no matter how bold she was, she would feel hairy in her heart.

Thinking of the man who followed her all the way, but annoyed her all the way, she couldn't help turning her head and looking into the cemetery.

He didn't even follow her out.

What is he doing?

Was he inadvertently panicking in the cemetery at night?

I was angry with him in my heart, but there was no bus and no taxi. If you call a taxi, the drivers will never come.

The only one who can take her out of here now seems to be the man.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes, he walked out slowly.

The body that was shrouded by night was covered with a faint frost.

As soon as Mo Chiwei came out of the cemetery, he saw the thin figure standing under the bus stop. The late autumn night was very cool. She rubbed her arms with her hands, and jumped down her feet from time to time. Her sharp jaws were shrunk in the sweater, a pair of black and white. The apricot eyes were wet and especially eye-catching.

Mo Chiwei strode over.

When he walked to her side, he took off his black coat and wrapped it on her slender shoulders.

Tang Xinyan thought of his indifference when he was in the cemetery and ignored her. She tore off her coat and threw it back on him.