Song Qingran has also been eating quietly, but the corner of her eyes has been paying attention to the movements of the north and south, and seeing that she has eaten a lot of things, the corners of her lips slowly raised a faint arc.

After breakfast, the maid came up to clean up the restaurant and put out the after-dinner fruits.

Nanbei didn't eat, she sat on the sofa and occasionally looked at the time on her hands.

Song Qingran did not delay. He changed into a set of black clothes, and also handed Nanbei a set of black skirts, and said, "You go and change it." "

Nanbei looked at the black skirt, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

Fifteen minutes later, Song Qingran drove north and south in the direction of the cemetery.

Looking out the window all the way to the north and south, the lines of her side face looked a little indifferent, she tensed her lips and looked at the scenery that kept receding on both sides. Lowered his eyes.

*

This is the Song family's private cemetery, cloudy and slightly rainy.

After Song Qingran got out of the car, he held up the black umbrella and walked to the side of Nanbei and Nan, he tensed his silhouette, obviously looking at her with his eyes down, but he kept his body distance from her.

Take a deep breath in the north and south. Looking around, the rain fell on her calves, bringing a chill of shrinkage.

The grave keeper at the door was wearing a black suit, and he had already received the news that Song Qingran would come today. was waiting early, and when he saw Song Qingran, he came over and led the two into the cemetery.

From a distance in the north and south, I saw the bare tombstone, and the names were written on the tombstones all around, but nothing was written on this one.

Because he hasn't had time to come into the world.

Nanbei's nose was sour, she pursed her lips, and her eyes were slightly red. She looked away, blinked, and held back tears.

She could no longer sadly dwell on the world of the past.

However, as soon as her eyes touched the tombstone, she choked again.

The past she wanted to escape was eating away at her muscles and bones, slowly and painfully eroding her heart.

Song Qingran half-squatted down, put down a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, and then quietly walked to the side, leaving time for Nanbei to be alone.

Nanbei squatted down, was quiet for a while, and stretched out his hand. Gently stroking the blank tombstone, her fingers trembled slightly, she couldn't say anything, not to mention, anything she said at this time was just a kind of self-comfort.

She couldn't even figure out why she was here, or what she was going to do here.

I don't know when, Song Qingran stood silently behind her again, he held an umbrella for her to block the falling rain.

Nanbei lowered his eyelashes and saw his shiny leather shoes. Suddenly, he asked, "Does it make sense for you to erect a tombstone for him?"

She asked, and without waiting for Song Qingran to answer, she felt that the irony was very strong.

She's just venting now. I'm looking for trouble with Song Qingran.

The tip of Song Qingran's throat rolled, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, as if he was very sincere: "Because of guilt, because of self-blame......"

Nanbei raised the corners of his lips sarcastically.

Song Qingran: "Because I want to give him a definite identity, the Song family has immigrated to London for many years, but I still feel that the aftermath is very important, I hope that he will go to another world, and he can have a certain identity, know where he belongs and where he can go." "

Nanbei straightened his lips, and his lips were pale.

*

As the two left the cemetery, the rain slowly became lighter again. The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be slowly dispersing, and there was a faint glimmer of light about to penetrate the thick clouds.

The wind blows in the cemetery, and the leaves rattle softly.

Song Qingran drove back to Song's house, but on the way back, his mobile phone kept vibrating, he glanced at it a few times expressionlessly, and then pressed it impatiently.

Nanbei glanced at it.

Song Qingran explained: "It's okay. "

Nanbei guessed coldly: "Is it Jiang Sheng?" She just vaguely glanced at the vague words.

Song Qingran took the time to glance at her, and pursed his lips: "Pick it up." "

Song Qingran's fingers holding the steering wheel slowly exerted force. After tightening it a little, he said slowly: "When I get home, I'll pick it up." "

Nanbei glanced at him, and Song Qingran sighed softly in his heart. He found a spot, stopped the car steadily, and then picked up his phone.

Because of his prudence, the north and the south paid more attention. She remembered that his driving style was not like this before, maybe it had something to do with getting older, and the merry Young Master Song also knew that safety came first.

*

Song Qingran originally wanted to call back, but the phone call that was as annoying as the life-asking bell came again, he lowered his eyes and answered.

It's Jiang Sheng.

Her voice was sharp: "Song Qingran, are you taking Nanbei back to London? Is Nanbei by your side? You give her the phone, I want to talk to her." "

Song Qingran's dark eyes sank into the abyss: "Jiang Sheng, if you go crazy again......"

"What if I'm crazy? What if I'm not crazy? Song Qingran, it was you and Nanbei who forced me to be like this!"

Nanbei listened quietly, the anger in her chest boiled, and she clenched her fingers: "Call me." "

Jiang Sheng clearly heard the voices of the north and the south, and she was almost crazy: "Is it the north and the south? Is it her? I want to see her." "

There was a noise on the other end of the phone, as if something was being broken, and the sound of the rest of the people stopping was accompanied by Jiang Sheng's screams.

Song Qingran turned off the phone.

Nanbei said coldly: "I want to see Jiang Sheng." Her voice was firm.

Song Qingran was a little uneasy, and his handsome eyebrows twisted.

Nanbei: "Have you done anything wrong?"

Song Qingran heard the sarcasm in her voice, his chest rose and fell slightly, and after a while, he still gave in, and he restarted the car. Adam's apple rolled: "No misfortune, I told you everything, she is in a bad mental state now, and I'm worried that she will hurt you." "

Nanbei thought with his toes: "You imprisoned her." Really?"

"Hmm. Song Qingran tensed his body.

The curve of Nanbei's lips was shallow, and he was very sarcastic: "You still haven't changed, you used to imprison me, and now you imprison her, you really make people feel scared." "

The force in Song Qingran's hand increased, and his knuckles turned slightly white, but he didn't explain anything, and acquiesced.

Anyway, he did selfishly trap North and South back then, although the reason was that he wanted her too much. When I arrived at the villa where Jiang Sheng was, after getting off the bus in the north and south, I looked around for a week, only to find that Song Qingran was more ruthless to Jiang Sheng, and the environment here was clearly not as good as the golden cage where she lived back then.

This villa is heavily guarded, the environment is slightly gloomy, and the entire villa manor is relatively dead and lifeless.

When the security guard at the big iron gate saw Song Qingran, he opened the door.

Approaching the villa, you can hear a sharp female voice coming from the house: "I want to see Song Qingran, I want to kill Nanbei, that slut! "

Song Qingran's face was gloomy, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, he opened the door and walked in, his eyebrows and eyes lingering with low air pressure.

Jiang Sheng's exclusive bodyguard was holding her down, but there were obvious fresh scratches on his face, which looked a little embarrassed, and he said in a cold voice: "You calm down." "

Jiang Sheng's artillery fire turned at him: "Waste, lackey! garbage! Useless man, you should die too, take your child!!" she almost roared.

The moment Jiang Sheng saw Song Qingran, her eyes brightened and became shiny, she struggled even more, and wanted to come to Song Qingran's side, she blinked her eyes, but she saw the north and south beside Song Qingran again, the anger in her eyes was thin, and she gritted her teeth: "Slut." "