Chapter 133: Encounter in the Cemetery

Zhou Rang was very worried about Lin Wan, because she had been overly calm since that night, and she had not expressed too much sorrow, and she had hardly eaten in the past few days.

Aside from being too taciturn, there was hardly any other expression on his face.

On the day of the burial, it was raining lightly, and there was rolling thunder in the clouds. There was no rain to be seen, but the chill was unexpected.

Lu Yueling was overly sad, and after the burial, Lu Yun had taken her to leave.

Lin Wan was wearing a black scarf, quietly looking at the black and white photos on the tombstone, and couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was.

It seems that the hero who appeared in front of him yesterday has turned to ashes at this moment, buried under this cold soil, and is still burdened with the infamy of corrupt officials.

Sadness, unwillingness, resentment?

It seems that there is nothing, and it seems that everything is mixed together and becomes blank, more and more powerless, and dazed.

Rejecting Zhou Rang's proposal to let her leave first, Lin Wan stood alone in front of the tombstone for a long time until it became dark.

The big black umbrella propped up over her head, and it was dark in front of her.

"Cousin, can you go back first, I want to stay alone for a while. ”

Lin Wan's usually soft voice was as light as if only trembling was left at this time.

Her eyes drooped slightly, her eyelids drooping, full of depression and sorrow.

The people around him didn't speak.

Not far away, I don't know who suddenly turned on the headlights, and the dazzling light came over, and my eyes were not suitable for a while.

Lin Wan squinted her eyes to find the direction of the light, turned her head, and happened to bump into a pair of clear eyes, it was the person she met on the bus that day, she remembered, he said his name was Xu Yang.

He was wearing a black coat, reflecting the man's deep and heroic features, which looked cold and unapproachable.

However, the headlights not far away spilled on his body, softening the cold breath, and a faint soft light was hazy around him.

What makes this man look like a god who has fallen into the earth, glowing with a touch of golden light.

Seeing her looking at him, Xu Yang bowed slightly to her.

Lin Wan didn't ask why he was here, and he didn't give any explanation.

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

Xu Yang was facing the tombstone, looking at the black and white photo of Lin Ye on the tombstone, he solemnly recited in his heart: "Uncle Lin, I'm back." ”

"I will take good care of Lin Wan in the future. ”

His slender fingers gripped the handle of the umbrella and bowed to Lin Ye.

I felt that the corners of my clothes were being pulled, and then a soft voice fell into my ears, "Can I still be my humanoid pillow for free today?"

Xu Yang was slightly stunned, and after a while, he hugged her into his arms from behind.

These days, she pretended to be strong, not wanting her grief-stricken mother to make matters worse, Lu Yun told her to go back to rest, and Zhou Rang patted her shoulder silently comforted her......

It was only then that she realized how much she longed for a hug, even if it was only a stranger she had only met once, to let her grab the hanging wood in the midst of all the ups and downs and pull her back to the shore.

In this strange embrace, Lin Wan's heart suddenly cracked like a dull pain like suffocation.

The emotions that had been suppressed for many days were finally released, and the sharp and hoarse cry was mixed with bitterness, and tears were falling down in a puff.

The uncontrollable whimper finally turned into a heart-rending cry, echoing in the night-shrouded cemetery, weaving a dark pathos.

Xu had been crying for a long time and had been drenched in the rain, and in the end he had begun to be confused and could not stand steadily.

Xu Yang helped her, and his palm inadvertently touched her bare skin, which was hot like fire.

A large, knobby hand covered her forehead, "You have a fever." I'll take you to the hospital. ”

Lin Wan leaned obediently in his arms, her palm-sized face was as pale as paper, like a porcelain doll that would shatter at the touch of a button.

Xu Yang took off his coat and wrapped it around her, and left with her half in his arms.

......

By this time the sky had completely darkened, and after a thunderstorm, it was pouring rain.

Not far from the car.

From time to time, the wipers brushed away the blurred water trails on the glass.

The light of the headlights swept past Cheng Yu's face, and his eyebrows and eyes became more and more dark and quiet.

Jiang Chen saw Cheng Yu calmly take out a box of medicine bottles from his clothes pocket, but those trembling hands betrayed him.

Jiang Chen hurriedly handed over the water, but Cheng Yu didn't take it, but swallowed the pill stiffly.

Half paid, Cheng Yu stared at the two backs close in front of him, until he completely disappeared from sight, and his handsome face was cold and gloomy in vain, as if he could drip water and condense into ice slag at any time.

Obviously, the heating in the car was turned on sufficiently, and Jiang Chen's palms were oozed layers of cold sweat from the man's cold eyes, "That, are you okay?" Do you want to catch up?"

Cheng Yu didn't answer, but asked him rhetorically: "Have you checked it out?"

"Huh?" Jiang Chen didn't react for a moment to what Cheng Yu asked, and only after a few seconds did he remember what Cheng Yu had told him to investigate a few days ago.

Glancing at the figure that disappeared at the intersection in front of him, he turned off the car lights, "I found out." It was a thief who lived with Lin Ye...... The man was the least guilty of the crime, and he could have been out after a few months. I just got the news that he was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer......"

Terminal cancer?

Cheng Yu sneered, what a scapegoat.

"The fatal wound was in the heart, and the murder weapon was a sharpened toothbrush handle. ”

Cheng Yu's eyes narrowed, and there was a sneer on his lips that was extremely ironic, "Sure enough, it seems to be the style of the Shen family, and it will never leave any trouble." ”

Jiang Chen was a little dazed, he hadn't recovered from the terrifying picture of Lin Wan and the Xu family hugging each other just now, how could Lin Ye's death have something to do with the Shen family, wasn't it an accident?

"I heard not long ago that Lin Ye's secretary wanted to retort, and Lin Ye had evidence of Shen Jianxiong's corruption in his hand, and he was gone in a few days. Don't you think it's too much of a coincidence?"

Cheng Yu's eyes fell on his wrist, it was the watch that Lin Wan gave him, and his voice was faint and he couldn't hear any emotion, but the knuckles of his knuckles were white due to exertion.

Shen Qing's uncle Shen Jianxiong is Lin Ye's direct leader, but recently there have been rumors that Lin Ye may be promoted to the same level as him.

In the past, Lin Ye didn't buy his account when he was under him, and even secretly collected evidence of his corruption and bribery, if he was promoted to another level, wouldn't he even take him seriously.

How could this old fox sit still?

The series of turmoil in this period is undoubtedly a trick planned by the Shen family and the Xu family, killing two birds with one stone.

It can not only bring down the Cheng family, but also remove Lin Ye, an eye-catching stumbling block.

But they seem to have miscalculated. Cheng Yu's eyes flashed indifferently, and his voice was even more chilling, "Where is Lin Ye's secretary now?"

......

In a daze, Lin Wan suddenly felt that this embrace was somewhat familiar, the faint smell of fir seemed to have been smelled somewhere, the half-closed eyes folded the person in front of her into a flat shape, and the tight jawline made her hallucinate......

It seems that a few months ago, when she sank into the icy water, there was also such a person, guarding her and calling her name softly.

Half-asleep, a low, hoarse voice came from my ears, and it was extremely low, like a murmur from the deepest part of my throat: "I'm sorry. ”