Jiang Zhili said a lot, but Gu Tingyun kept looking out of the car window, as if he was a statue.

After a pause, he continued: "Today's wind is very strong, and the road in the cemetery is paved with small stones, and I am afraid that Miss Yu's ashes will not be able to be picked up much......"

Gu Tingyun turned his head and looked at him with a cold look: "Are you blaming me?" ”

Jiang Zhili sighed in his heart: "Mr. Gu, I didn't mean that. He just thought that people were dead, so why should he scatter all her ashes?

Gu Tingyun didn't speak, but said after a long time: "Go back." ”

On the way back, a Cantonese song was playing in the car:

In the wind, in the wind

Cold wind in my heart

Lost dreams

It's not over

It's gone

There are all kinds of heartaches at the moment

……

Gu Tingyun remembered that the first time Yu Nuan sang this song to him, it was after a drunken time, when she cried while singing, and later vomited on him, he really thought she was ridiculous and disgusting at that time, and always liked to pester him in this way......

"It's off."

He had been very quiet and suddenly made a sound, which made the driver and Jiang Zhili sitting in front stunned for a moment, but he didn't want to listen to the song anymore: "I said I turned off the music, didn't you hear it?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Gu." Seeing this, Jiang Zhili hurriedly turned off the music, and silence returned to the carriage, and no one spoke again.

……

After the meeting, Gu Tingyun accompanied the business partners who came from afar to the dinner, he drank a lot of wine, everyone thought he was drunk, but only he knew that he was actually sober, otherwise how could he feel that his body was full of dense pain, as if he had been pricked by needles?

He felt that even his breath was pulling his nerves, and it hurt.

Gu Tingyun left behind the people who wanted to send him back, and drove a car alone through the streets of Bicheng at night, he kept the car window open, and the cold wind poured in, blowing his head almost numb.

He didn't know how long he had been driving, and when he finally returned to Gu's house, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

When he stepped into the door, the housekeeper stepped forward and said, "Mr. Gu, the little young master and the little lady had a little conflict, and the little lady's forehead was injured......

Gu Tingyun handed the coat he had taken off to the housekeeper and walked to the second floor.

Upstairs.

Shen Suyuan, the old lady who is usually kind and gentle in the eyes of outsiders, had a cold face at the moment, and pointed to the corner of the wall: "Go over there to punish the station, you are so vicious at a young age, that is your own sister!" ”

"Great-grandmother, I didn't push Gu Niantong." Four-year-old Gu Hangjing is very stubborn, he knows that in this family, no one likes him, everyone likes his sister Gu Niantong, but Rao is like this, he still can't learn to please the Gu family.

"Until now, he has not repented, and he is indeed the son of that woman, and she has the same virtue!" Shen Suyuan sneered.

"Old lady!" Gu Hangjing's nanny sister-in-law Rong hugged Gu Hangjing and looked at Shen Suyuan with a pleading expression.

Shen Suyuan sneered and walked into the room.

The little young master ...... "Sister-in-law Rong looked at the child in front of her distressedly, Gu Hangjing stood in the corner, opposite Gu Niantong's room, Gu Niantong's crying kept coming from the half-open room, and Song Yunfei and Shen Suyuan were coaxing her.

Sister-in-law Rong saw that he hadn't spoken, and just as she wanted to speak, she heard a voice beside her: "If only my mother was here, she would definitely believe that I didn't push Gu Niantong." ”

For such a young child, the voice at this moment is full of envy, sadness and overwhelm.