When Chang'an turned around, all the people were basically gone, and when the wind blew, the grass clippings flew sideways, and the branches and leaves moved.

Zhou Yan didn't say anything, didn't speak, and stood silently behind Chang An.

A band was still playing not far away, just in time for the accordion solo, and the melodious and lingering tune drifted by.

Chang An slowly turned around and looked at the old Asian man who was sitting there playing the accordion.

"This is one of my grandmother's favorite songs to listen to, and I used to listen to my mother when I was a kid...... The person in his heart, with a smiling face, he once gave me spring in late autumn......" Chang An looked in the direction of the band, and began to hum the lyrics softly according to the tune.

“…… He can give me the sun in the night. I can't rob anyone of the only spring that I have, I can't let anyone blow out the sun in my chest...... Beloved, don't be sad, may your smile always be like that......"

A girl singing in front of a tombstone, with her long hair tied up, wearing a black dress, looked quiet and peaceful.

Zhou Wei felt that he had never felt more moved than at this moment, and finally couldn't help it and held her cold hand.

She didn't hide, turned around, and smiled slightly.

It was almost evening when the two returned to the house again, and the house was already in a mess, and the nanny was cleaning up.

Sister Zhang saw Chang An enter the door, put down the things in her hand, and came over with a pair of red eyes, "Xiao Chang..."

Chang An: "Don't be busy, I've been tired for a few days, take a rest, and I'll talk about it later." ”

Sister Zhang answered, and beckoned the other two nannies to leave, leaving only Chang An and Zhou Wei in the hall.

Zhou Wei glanced at it, "You go sleep for a while!"

Chang An: "Hmm!"

She was really tired, she barely closed her eyes for more than 40 hours in a row, her body was seriously overdrawn, and she didn't bother to think about anything in her head now.

went upstairs, put a pot of hot water, took off the skirt on his body and lay naked in it, the water was very hot, the body was very cold, and the pores of his body were stretched open the moment he got in, and his whole body trembled.

Zhou Wei was in the guest room here, and he also rinsed it briefly, changed into comfortable clothes, and answered two more phone calls.

A phone call came from Xu Nan about work.

Another call came from Zhou Fushan, who asked about the situation here, and repeatedly asked Zhou Yi to stay in London for a few more days and accompany Chang An as much as possible.

After the phone ended, Zhou Wei sat in the room for a while, smoked a cigarette, paid attention to the movement next door, the sound of footsteps, the sound of the hair dryer, he guessed that she should have finished taking a shower, and gradually the movement went out, he also lay on the bed, his hands resting on the back of his head, looking at the ceiling in a daze.

In fact, Zhou Wei was already very tired, Chang An stayed up for a few days, and he stayed up with him for a few days, but at this time, all kinds of chaotic information in his head, such as the hustle and bustle, suddenly fell silent, but he was a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't sleep for a while.

After lying on the bed for about ten minutes, he gave up, got up, and planned to go downstairs to have a look, and he needed to pass through Chang'an's bedroom when he went downstairs, he glanced at it, the door was not locked, and it was very quiet inside, Zhou Wei guessed that she should be asleep, but as soon as she raised her footsteps, she faintly heard a gasp.

Wrong!

He went back again, tried to fasten the door, but when his hand was raised, he changed his mind, and went directly to turn the doorknob, and the door was unlocked, and it was easily opened, and he walked in, first a small room similar to a cubicle, a sofa, a wardrobe, and some other furniture, and then turned to the bedroom.

The bedroom was large, at least sixty-seven square meters, it was simply extravagant, with large floor-to-ceiling windows, blue velvet curtains, wooden floors on the floor, and a large palace European-style bed in the center, with a white veil hanging down.

Princess bed, this was Zhou Wei's first reaction at that time.

He approached, a bag bulged out on the bed, and she stuffed herself in the quilt again, what a habit!

Zhou Wei couldn't help but smile bitterly, stood in front of the bed for a while, but didn't notice anything unusual, it should have been asleep, it may have been an illusion just now, and he was about to leave, but he heard a smoking sound in the quilt, and even the veil on the top of the bed swayed.

"Chang'an..."

"Chang'an?"

Zhou Wei leaned over and patted the bulging bag, shrinking inside.

Zhou Wei's eyes tightened, and he didn't shout anymore, he raised his hand, and the breeze blew, and most of the quilt was lifted by him, and the person who shrank inside was exposed, his hands and feet shrunk together, curled up in a semicircle, and he was already silently holding back his voice and crying so much that he was about to lose his breath.

Zhou Wei's heart was rubbed to pieces all of a sudden.

"Chang An..." he shouted again, his voice was hoarse, but the people on the bed couldn't take care of him anymore.

Zhou Yi gritted her teeth, sat on the bed, held Chang An's wrist and pulled the person up, she was soft, as if she was soaked in tears, and she sat up obediently.

When people are extremely vulnerable, they can either fend for themselves and no one cares, but they can be forced to be strong, but once someone comes to touch the handle, it is like the last straw pressing on the camel's body, and the flood bursts the embankment, and it can instantly break through the defense line built with "strength".

At this time, Chang An was like this, she was like a wandering child who was suddenly sheltered, eager to find a little warmth, so she desperately drilled into Zhou Wei's arms, stuck to his chest, and took the initiative to climb his neck with her arms, and the cry leaked out little by little, getting louder and louder, and becoming more and more uncontrollable.

Zhou Wei was so twisted by her that he didn't dare to coax, and he didn't know how to persuade him, the only thing he could respond to was to hug the person on his leg tighter, and tighter it, hoping that this would make her feel less pain, and in the end, he became Chang An in his arms, with his face lying on his shoulder.

"Zhou... I didn't... No Mom... There's no grandmother anymore......"

She was a small person, grabbing Zhou Wei's clothes on the back with both hands, panting as she spoke, and calling his name, what it was like...... Zhou Wei's whole body was full of blood rushing to his head, burying his head and sticking his face to Chang'an's ear.

"I know, I know...... But I'm still here, you cry, cry out and feel better!"

As if receiving some kind of instruction, the person in his arms first stood silent for a second, then gasped heavily, and then ...... a "wow", like a flood breaking through a dam, and finally began to cry.

The cry was so loud that it could even be heard in the empty room.

The people downstairs also heard it, and Sister Zhang and another nanny were so frightened that they rushed in directly, "Xiao Chang... Miss..."As a result, when I came in, I saw Zhou Xian, who was hugging Chang An with his back to the door, and immediately stopped.

Sister Zhang raised her hand and "shhhh

The door was closed again.

Chang An was completely immersed in grief, and cried on Zhou Wei's shoulder for five or six minutes with the momentum of Changhong, and finally cried out of breath, and finally slowly stopped.

Zhou Wei raised his hand to pull the person on his shoulder a little away and straighten it out.

The eyes of the person in front of him were red and swollen, his hair was wet and sticking to his forehead and the corners of his mouth, his body was still twitching, and his eyes were weakly stretched open a slit, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Zhou Wei was so distressed that she wanted to help her wipe her eyes, but she didn't seem to have the strength to sit firmly, her body fell into his arms on her stomach softly, her shoulders twitched, her body trembled so much, Zhou Wei simply buried it and kissed the top of her hair.

"Alright... Chang'an... Okay......"

Coaxing a child, warm lips against her scalp, forehead, ear roots, Chang An grabbed his arm, like a person who was about to drown in the deep sea finally touched the floating board, stiffened up, raised his head and kissed Zhou Yan's face......

：。 ：