Feng Rong and Baili Mengyan came to the cemetery together, ready to take care of the tomb of Feng Rong's mother, who had not been worshiped for ten years, but found a bouquet of fresh flowers lying in front of the tombstone, which was a beautiful bouquet of white camellia. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The flower language of white camellia is please don't trample on my love.

And Feng Rong's mother has the hottest and paranoid love in the world, but unfortunately Feng Rong's biological father trampled on this relationship and extended the tragedy to Feng Rong, he can't be a father well, Baili Mengyan is another tragedy he created.

Feng Rong looked at this bouquet of camellias, his face changed slightly, "Who sent this flower?!"

Baili Mengyan originally just thought it was a little strange, now is not the season to sweep the tomb, why is there a bouquet of flowers, but when he heard Feng Rong say this, he asked puzzledly: "Is it your mother's relatives who came to sweep the tomb?"

Feng Rong shook his head firmly, "Impossible, except for me, all her relatives have passed away." ”

Baili Mengyan said again: "Could it be a friend?"

Feng Rong smiled bitterly, "I've been with her for eighteen years, and I haven't seen her have any friends." "Everyone thinks that their mother and son are monsters.

Baili Mengyan looked at the bare tombstone that didn't even have a photo, there was not even a name on it, only the words "Tomb of the First Mother", he was a little hard to imagine what kind of person Feng Rong's mother would be, after all, a person like him who was indifferent and not good at communicating also had a few close friends around him.

How can anyone live so lonely and have a bad relationship with their only son?

Feng Rong circled around the tomb a few times, and the expression on his face became more and more confused, "It's not like it was sent by mistake, the flowers are still very fresh, they should have been placed here this morning, and the cemetery has also been rested, but I called the staff of the cemetery before I came, and they said that they had been sorted out in January this year, and they hadn't touched it recently, so I would come here with tools." He also bought some weeding gadgets.

Baili Mengyan suddenly became a little vigilant, and looked around, but he didn't find anyone else besides them.

There was still a bleak spring breeze in March, the sky was full of daylight, the weeds on the ground were only a short burst of green, and the surrounding vegetation was not dense, not like the terrain that could hide the sneak attackers.

Feng Rong took out the disposable gloves, picked up the bouquet of white camellia and checked it, but he didn't see anything strange, he hesitated and said: "Maybe it's really my mother's relatives and friends, but I don't know?" Although I think no one should know that she is my mother except me." ”

As for his grandparents and grandmothers, they had long been angry with his birth, the Dark Clan was already thin, he could be regarded as the last clansman in the world, and Feng Rong had never seen his mother interact with anyone, but it was also possible that he didn't notice it.

Baili Mengyan's face was not very good-looking, "Will it be ...... Is it him?"

Feng Rong glanced at him, and then his face sank, "Impossible, the Baili Patriarch said that he would not let this secret be exposed, the Baili Clan has declined, and he doesn't dare to offend me." ”

Since it wasn't the scumbag father who abandoned his mother and sent Baili Mengyan into the mouth of a monster because he regarded Baili Mengyan as ominous, Baili Mengyan couldn't think of anyone.

And, why white camellia, and what does this bouquet of flowers mean here?

"Forget it, it doesn't matter, it will naturally be revealed when it's time to show the horse's feet, otherwise it's useless for us to guess and guess," Feng Rong is now infected with the optimism in Lin Yingkong's body, no longer like before, always preoccupied, and everything is pressed in the bottom of his heart, "Since someone helps take care of it, we don't have to be busy." ”

"Hmm. Baili Mengyan didn't care about Feng Rong when he saw it, so he didn't say anything, anyway, he didn't have a good impression of Feng Rong's mother, a mother who abused her son was actually no different from their scumbag father.

Baili Mengyan helped Feng Rong put things such as paper money, incense and candles in place, and had no intention of worshipping this woman, so he walked around the neighborhood directly, leaving space for the mother and son with a distorted relationship.

After Baili Mengyan left, this cemetery immediately became extremely silent, the sound of the wind blowing through the branches and leaves gently penetrated into the ears, and the hustle and bustle between the worlds seemed to be separated by a membrane, becoming extremely distant.

Feng Rong silently squatted in front of the tomb and burned paper money for a while, and he didn't know what he felt in his heart for a while.

The woman lying in this tomb has been too far away from his life, but the influence she has brought has followed Feng Rong to this day, as if it will never fade, no matter how many treatment methods Tao Youjing has taken on Feng Rong, Tao Youjing will always say to Feng Rong that he cannot completely cure Feng Rong's mental illness, and can only ensure that his state can be restored to a normal life.

Probably, this is also an alternative inheritance.

Feng Rong vaguely seemed to see the woman lying on the hospital bed again, the blood-colored sunset slowly falling from behind her, and the woman's pale and dying face was dyed red by the sunset, as if a thin layer of blood was oozing out.

He will never be able to understand this woman's love, but in fact, his feelings are as stubborn as the other party, whether it was doing everything just to win a mother's love, or later grasping the straw of Baili Mengyan, this woman used her personal experience to pass that paranoia to Feng Rong, Feng Rong can no longer put his feelings on Lin Yingkong desperately, but unless Lin Yingkong does something to please let him die, otherwise it is difficult for Feng Rong to imagine that he will change his heart and empathize one day.

In a normal sense, such a character is good news for the other half, and it is a disaster for the person himself, after all, it is easy to love someone, how can it be such a simple thing to love each other?

After burning all the paper money he brought, Feng Rong sat on the clean stone steps in front of the tomb, his eyes slightly red from the firelight and confetti ashes, his mood was very calm, but there was an indescribable strangeness.

Ten years ago, his mother said that she was waiting for him in hell, but Feng Rong now found a little prince of hell as a partner, although he can't check the book of life and death for personal gain, but as the minister of the spiritual law enforcement department to visit the eighteenth layer of hell and the Lechuan River, it is true that he has never sensed the woman who is connected by blood, which means that the other party has already been reincarnated, and there is no way to wait in hell to see how miserable his life is.

In fact, after the death of this woman, although his life was tortuous, he also encountered countless encounters, everything was slowly getting better, no matter how painful the past he had with Baili Mengyan, it was undeniable that Baili Mengyan also brought him a new life, which was the cornerstone of his current ability to sit firmly in the position of the head of the spiritual security department, not to mention Bai Congqiu, Jiu Tianyu, the field team of the General Office and others he met later, everyone was the backing that supported him to survive in those depressed years.

Feng Rong couldn't help but wonder if he was now provocatively saying to the tombstone that he was actually doing well, would his mother be so angry that she turned into a ghost to come to him?

Well, in fact, she has been reincarnated, and she can't change if she wants to become a ghost.

Thinking of this, Feng Rong couldn't help but chuckle, but it didn't seem like he was happy, and he didn't seem to be unhappy.

In the past 20 years, he has indeed been like a drama, how humble he was, how glorious he was later, how miserable his life was, and how much happiness he would be compensated for later, and when he calculated it carefully, God was not unfair to him, unlike his mother, until he died, he didn't even know the name of the man he had loved all his life.

Feng Rong had no intention of avenging her, that was the matter of the previous generation, and it was also the woman's own choice, just like Feng Rong was once so obsessed with Baili Mengyan, he never thought of hating the other party for ignoring him and letting him suffer.

Love is such a vexatious thing, you love very painfully, and the other person is not too guilty, who makes you unable to let go.

Feng Rong sat in front of the tombstone for more than half an hour, searching his stomach and not thinking of saying anything to his mother, saying that his current life, the other party doesn't like to listen, saying that he resents the other party, it's not the same thing, or is it that he actually has a bad life?

In the end, Feng Rong just poured a bottle of wine on the ground, and then whispered: "Although I don't know what kind of person you have become in your life, I hope ......" He paused for a while, and only said after a while: "I hope you can become a heartless person, so that everyone loves you, and you don't need to love anyone anymore." ”

If love brings you all pain, then I expect you to become a person who no longer needs love.

That kind of paranoia like a moth to a fire, too bloody, too painful, once in several lifetimes, is enough.

After saying that, Feng Rong stood up and stared at the tombstone, his eyes were complicated, and finally returned to calm.

He thought that he might not bring Lin Yingkong here, and he would not come back.

Because there is no need, no matter how well he is doing or not, his mother has no heart to look at it, she only cares about one person in her life, that is, the man she loves with her life, but it is a pity that her feelings are not human, and in the end she will not die well.

Feng Rong thought, he still thought about how to coax the angry Lin Yingkong, and then think about how to repair the relationship with Baili Mengyan, or give a blind date to the bachelors in the field team of the General Office, as for their mother-son relationship......

Feng Rong packed up the things on the ground, turned around, and took a step, leaving behind the tombstone and the bouquet of white daisies and camellias.

In fact, everything ended ten years ago, and death is always the end of all love and hate.

Baili Mengyan was standing next to the car outside the cemetery, lighting a cigarette and smoking, with a few cigarette butts at his feet, and the smoke hazy his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Feng Rong put things in his trunk and looked at him a little surprised, "When did you learn to smoke?"

He remembered that Baili Mengyan was a little proficient, but he was not skilled, and he didn't smoke it once in three or five years, and his current actions seemed to have become an old smoking gun.

Baili Mengyan thought for a while, "In the past two years, Qianxu looks good when he smokes, I want to try what it feels like." ”

When he said this, he was very calm, and he was not shocked after experiencing the world, Feng Rong looked at it, and suddenly realized that the child who used to love and hate clearly but did not understand love and hate had become mature and just like him.

Feng Rong smiled slightly, the calm in his eyes finally turned into relief, he stretched out his hand towards Baili Mengyan and said, "Give me one too." ”

Baili Mengyan blinked and handed him the cigarette case and lighter.

The two brothers relied on a luxury car worth tens of millions and smoked cigarettes together next to the cemetery.

The smoke drifted upward, and in the sky, the white clouds were white, the blue sky was green, and the years were quiet.