After the actor broke up

Liu Ruxue looked at Luo Jingyu. Although he was an "actor", he was handsome and had good senses.

But why is it here?

Liu Ruxue looked at her son, and Wen Yan immediately said, "Mom, this is Luo Jingyu, Xiaozheng's lover."

As soon as she heard Xiaozheng, she immediately changed her face. Just when she was about to speak, Wenzheng's uncle, Wenyan's father, Wen's eldest son, and Wenzheng's second aunt appeared, a middle-aged man with a tough face , one is a beautiful and indifferent woman.

"Xiao Yan, what are you doing standing here?" Mr. Wen said.

"Dad, this is Xiaozheng's lover. Xiaozheng is sick in the hospital and can't come here, so he will come here for Xiaozheng first." Wen Yan said.

Miss Wen Er was wearing a black women's suit, and she looked even more indifferent. She raised her eyes and looked at Luo Jingyu.Did not speak.

No one said anything, but Wen Yan's mother sneered and said, "It's such a big deal that grandpa passed away, what kind of words do you call a lover to replace?"

Then Miss Wen Er said, "Sister-in-law, don't you know why Wen Zheng didn't come here? It's ridiculous to say that."

"Second sister!" Liu Ruxue's expression changed with anger.

Mr. Wen interrupted them forcefully, "Okay, go out to meet the guests." After speaking, he walked out the door, followed by Miss Wen.

Liu Ruxue snorted coldly, and then followed.

Wen Yan smiled decently, "I'm sorry Jingyu, my mother has a bad temper, please forgive me."

One word from Miss Wen Er made Luo Jingyu understand who pushed Wen Zheng.He was not interested in making false claims with Wen Yan, but instead glanced at Wen Yan and asked, "Can you hurt someone maliciously if you have a bad temper?"

Wen Yan was taken aback by the question, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

Luo Jingyu smiled, "Sorry, my temper is not very good, please forgive me."

After speaking, he turned and left.

When Luo Jingyu went out, all the reporters had been driven away, leaving only relatives and some dignitaries and celebrities.

Luo Jingyu was still surprised, Miss Wen Er came over, handed him a black sleeve to put on, and led him towards the people.

Cheng Yi and Bian Yue stood in the crowd behind.Bian Yue, a junior, is actually unknown to most of the Wen family.

According to Mr. Wen's last wish, there is no need to make a fuss. After the worship, he was sent to be cremated and buried the next day. He didn't want to keep the spirit. He said that death is like a lamp going out, so why bother these juniors?

This also means that Wen Zheng doesn't even have the chance to send his grandfather to the ground for peace.

Luo Jingyu stood on the eyebrows of the funeral home, looking at the black and white portrait. The old man looked serious and old-fashioned, without a smile, but Wenzheng's eyes were like grandpa's, light brown, revealing a touch of tenderness.

Burial tomorrow.After asking about the cemetery and the time, Luo Jingyu left without any intention of staying to chat with Wen's family.

Before Cheng Yi left, Luo Jingyu asked, "Did you ask the reporter to leave?"

Cheng Yi smiled, "I don't have that much power. President Wen entrusted me to talk to Miss Wen Er, and then Miss Wen Er handled it."

Bian Yue was sent home first, and Luo Jingyu went to the hospital.

He first called his assistant and asked him to help him find a lawyer. There were some things that he couldn't just keep silent.

When Yuan Li came to the ward, Luo Jingyu just nodded his head to greet him, and went in.

Wen Zheng was talking to Luo Mu.

As soon as they saw him coming in, the two stopped talking and looked at him.

Luo Jingyu said, "I'm back."

After saying something, Luo Jingyu let Luo's mother leave, took her downstairs, and took a taxi.

Before getting into the car, Luo's mother was still telling Luo Jingyu to take good care of Wenzheng.

Back in the ward, Wenzheng asked, "They didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"

Luo Jingyu shook his head, paused for a long time, and then continued: "Grandpa will be cremated today, and will be buried tomorrow."

Wen Zheng was stunned when he heard this, and then lowered his eyes halfway. Luo Jingyu felt that his breathing was a little faster, his eyes turned red, and he turned his head, but he still didn't cry.

Luo Jingyu looked at it for a while, pursed his lips, walked to the side where his head was tilted, knelt down, looked into those red eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm here."

I'm here, if you're sad, you can cry.

Wenzheng closed her eyes, and said hoarsely after a long time, "It's okay."

Luo Jingyu didn't know how to proceed, he would rather Wenzheng weeping weakly than being bored like this.

Obviously already so sad that his body was shaking, but he still said, it's okay.

Luo Jingyu squatted for a while, then sat up.

They didn't speak until the nurse came to pull out the IV.

The air is as silent as being trapped in the deep sea, with a pervasive sense of despair, but there is no way to struggle or escape.

"Actually, my grandfather and I are not close." Wenzheng finally opened his eyes and said after a long time, "It's just that he is the only one who regards me as a relative and thinks that I am not sick."

"Actually, after so many years, even when I thought I was sick, only grandpa still emphasized that I am a normal person." Wenzheng looked at the ceiling blankly, "Jingyu, I am very sad, but I am There's no way to cry."

Luo Jingyu held Wenzheng's hand, and for the first time he felt how feeble his words were.

Can only accompany quietly.

Wen Zheng smiled, "But, I'm really okay." Wen Zheng looked at Luo Jingyu, fortunately, you are still here.

For the first time, Luo Jingyu wanted to take the initiative to hug Wenzheng, but the other party was still lying on the hospital bed, unable to move for the sake of their common child.

Even a catheter has to be inserted in order to carry out basic physiological activities.

The feeling of powerlessness wrapped around him, he stretched out his hand, stroking Wenzheng's bangs over and over again.

Until the other party fell asleep sleepily.

At three o'clock in the morning, Luo Jingyu woke up. He subconsciously turned on the warm yellow desk lamp, intending to see how Wenzheng was doing.

What I didn't expect was that I saw the other party crying.

I don't know how long I cried in the dream, the pillow was wet, and the eyelashes were wet with tears.

There was no sleep talking, no sobbing, just shedding tears silently.

Luo Jingyu took out a tissue to wipe away the other party's tears.

However, he was afraid of waking him up.Only in a dream can we cry heartily, and when we wake up, how can we comfort the pain of the death of a loved one.

How lonely and cautious can a person be to cry in a dream?

Luo Jingyu put the tissue in the trash can and turned off the light.He didn't know what to do, he suddenly wanted to smoke, but he didn't have a cigarette.

Just like now, he has no way to make Wenzheng feel better.

However, what he didn't know was that his presence was Wenzheng's salvation.

He stared at the long night, slowly waiting.

Waiting for the arrival of the next tomorrow.