721, Unexpected Marriage 44 Tomorrow, let's go get the certificate!

No matter how unhappy I was, Sunday was still gone.

At eight o'clock, Kwong Meiyun took her son Kwong Yin and flew directly to Hong Kong escorted by two bodyguards.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, they stood at the exit, quietly waiting.

The flight arrived on time, and with the flow of people, Peng Boran was at the end, wearing sunglasses and black clothes, and he was solemn.

In the crowd, he was pushing his luggage alone, his foot was a little lame, and he walked a little neatly, obviously, the injury on his foot was not all healed, and there was no one else around him—the Shirlian was not with him, and he was carrying a backpack on his back, which was bulging and seemed to be stuffed with things.

"Daddy......"

After Kuang Yin saw his father, who had not been seen for half a month, he flew over as if he had flown over.

Peng Boran did not hug his son up and kiss him fiercely as before, but lightly stretched out his hand, gently stroked his son's head a few times, and asked in a low voice:

"Do you miss Daddy?"

"Yes!"

Kuang Yin nodded heavily, expressing the thoughts in his heart with strong body language:

"Dad, are you tired after taking the plane for so long?"

"I'm not tired, let's go."

Peng Boran took the child's hand and walked to Kwong Meiyun, who was standing quietly not far away.

"Didn't you mean two people?"

Kuang Meiyun asked softly, looked behind him and looked again, but no one followed, and there were layers of surprise in his heart.

"Well, two people."

He responded lightly, took off his sunglasses, and looked deeply.

"What about the other one? Don't wait for her? ”

"In my backpack."

This sentence made Kuang Meiyun stunned, and she looked straight at the backpack behind her, and her heart was hit by something: This person will not do anything illegal, so what can be contained in this backpack can only be: a person's ashes.

"Who died?"

His solemn expression is probably because of this!

"Let's go, the car I asked to pick up should be waiting outside!"

Peng Boran led the way without explanation.

Kuang Meiyun looked at it blankly, and was full of doubts in her heart:

This time, he went back to the UK, did he go to get married, or to attend a funeral?

*

Victoria Harbour.

On a motorboat.

Peng Boran put an urn on a table of eight immortals, on which candles were lit and four offerings were placed.

A few sticks of high incense were lit on his fingers, and there was a faint smell of high incense in the air, which diffused, and then, he distributed the high incense to Kwong Meiyun and Kwong Yin.

"Xiaoyin, go over, kowtow to this uncle and put incense on it."

Peng Boran commanded softly, his eyes quietly falling on the urn.

"Oh."

On the ground in front of the table of the Eight Immortals, there was a red carpet, Kuang Yin knelt down and kowtowed three times respectfully, then stood up, and under the guidance of Peng Boran, he inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"Xiao Kuang, you should also go to incense!"

He looked at Kwong Meiyun with a look of regret:

"Unfortunately, I couldn't introduce you to him before I died. Now that he's gone, it's time for me to fulfill his wish. ”

Actually, Kwong Meiyun really wanted to ask: why should you introduce me to your friends? In the end, I didn't ask, the dead are great, and it is necessary to give respect.

She did not kowtow and knelt, but bowed deeply three times with incense to show her respect for the deceased.

Peng Boran looked at it, his expression was slightly warm, and finally, he stepped forward and bowed three times, and after inserting incense, he looked at the clear and clear sky outside, and his faint smile stretched out little by little, and he spoke softly in his mouth:

"Ah Shao, now you can finally be satisfied......

"My son, my son's mother, you have seen it, if there is a heaven on earth, you should be very relieved......

"They're all pretty good, aren't they?

"Don't worry, I know what to do, and I'll take care of it in the future.

"As for you, just take care of yourself all the way......

"Look, outside is the Victoria Harbour you like, the place you miss the most, the weather is fine today, you feel it......

"Do you smell the smell of osmanthus?"

To the urn, the cold-looking man said a lot of emotional things.

Kwong Meiyun listened quietly, feeling that the relationship between him and the deceased person was very deep, so deep that he was extremely sad because of the death of this person.

So, she was confused again.

Is it that in the past half a month, what has troubled her is completely her own cranky thinking?

In the days when he returned to the UK, he was simply enduring a heart-wrenching parting of life and death?

"Dad, who is this person?"

Kuang Yin walked up, stared at the strange box and asked softly.

Peng Boran lowered his head to look at him, touched his little face, and explained in a low voice:

"That's Dad's best friend. He died. ”

"Oh, and how did he die?"

"Sick."

"Can't it be cured?"

"It's not curable."

"Dad, don't be too upset. You and my mom and me! ”

Kuang Yin reached out and patted the back of Peng Boran's hand like a little adult.

He probably doesn't understand the specific meaning of death, but his words are particularly heartwarming.

"It's better to be buried early!"

Kuang Meiyun also answered lightly, and then, went to rest and rest, he looked very tired.

His last words were: Return to Victoria Harbour...... Akai, go get the airboat up ......"

Peng Boran stretched out his hand and hugged the urn, held it in his arms, stroked and stroked, his eyebrows showed endless reluctance, and he refused to put it down for a long time.

Finally, the motorboat ran up without hurrying, and the man standing tall and tall stood head-on, and after a long time, he stretched out his hand and scattered a handful of white ashes into Victoria Harbour, his face was extremely pious, and his mouth read softly:

"Finally home, brother...... Don't worry, she will be very happy...... As for me, I will definitely finish the rest of my life...... Don't worry about me......"

The motorboat ran round and round, and after scattering the ashes, Peng Boran stood quietly in the wind, pondering, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, which made people feel distressed.

Kwong Meiyun used to think that Peng Boran was the kind of person who never knew what sadness was, but now he suddenly discovered that he was actually an ordinary person, with the fragility of ordinary people. Once he hits this vulnerable point, he will also look helpless like a child.

On the return trip, he was silent, and Xiaoyin fell asleep.

Inside the car, the silence is suffocating.

In the evening, the car drove into a villa with mountains and rivers, and from the top of the building, you can see the bustling Victoria Harbour, which is Peng Burran's property in Hong Kong. What was purchased many years ago is now sky-high.

When she came in, Kwong Meiyun was afraid that a hostess would suddenly appear here, but fortunately, except for an elderly housekeeper and two security guards, there was no other person who would make her feel embarrassed.

It's golden autumn, and the evening breeze is getting cooler.

Kwong Meiyun looked at the distance from the high platform, and the fresh air made people calm down little by little, but the doubts did not dissipate.

The mobile phone rang, and she took it to see that it was Peng Boran, for half a month, he hadn't called her, and now, she was at his home, but he found her in such a way.

"What's the matter?"

"Where?"

"Look at the view from the highest building."

"Well, wait, I have something to say to you."

He hung up.

The evening breeze hits, and the tension also swells like a tide, layer after layer.

What was he trying to say to her?

I can't think of it, but I always feel as if something is going to happen.

After a while, there was the sound of footsteps behind him, and soon, an extra pair of hands in front of the railing helped him up.

She turned her head to look, black shirt, black trousers, black casual leather shoes, all black, because of the pair of beautiful cufflinks, the row of golden twist buckles, and showed a few traces of noble and undeceivable atmosphere, mature masculinity oppressed her, and her heart pounded wildly.

At this moment, she wanted to hide from him.

Without him, it's really because of this person that he can affect her too much now.

In fact, she did, trying to distance herself from him without a trace.

"That day, you chased to the hospital and wanted to talk to me, but now it's empty, you can talk about it......"

He suddenly turned positive, stared at her deeply, and asked such a question that had long been outdated.

"Actually, it's nothing."

"Are you sure there's nothing?"

Peng Boran stared straight.

She was a little panicked by his staring.

"There was a reason for the sudden discharge from the hospital that day."

He explained it like this.

She was stunned: "Oh, is it? ”

"My good friend Ah Shao suddenly became critically ill, and at that time, I was afraid that if I went back late, I wouldn't even see him for the last time."

"Oh......"

"Fortunately, I didn't go late, but I gave him his last ride, personally helped him pick out a dress, sorted out his remains, and sent him away."

“……”

"After that, I developed a fever and was hospitalized for a few days.

"Are your feet alright?"

She asked softly, her eyes fell on his feet, and it could be seen that there was still something wrong with his feet.

"It'll be fine for a few more days."

"I know that the death of a good friend is a sad thing, and you must mourn."

I don't know what to say, she can only be so comforting.

"Actually, for him, it was a relief."

Peng Boran said in a low voice, his hand gently stroked the railing, and his sigh drifted away in the wind:

"In the past few days, I have thought about it a lot and understood one thing. When fate comes, you should try to grasp it, and when fate goes, you can't keep it. When you are alive, you must make yourself comfortable, and when you die, you must not leave with regrets. ”

"It's very clear, but how many people can do it?"

Kwong Meiyun leaned there and sighed softly:

"When will fate come, and when will fate be over? The authorities are fascinated, and the bystanders are clear...... Easier said than done. ”

After staring at her, he thought for a moment before he spoke:

For example, when you meet a man you like, you are willing to take the initiative to get closer, and you are willing to let go of your strong personality and say what you think in your heart; For example, when you meet a woman you like, you are willing to rely on her, let go of the past, and start over; For example, confessing to failure, turning over those old chapters, and making your life better...... Let every day be more comfortable, happy, and as happy as possible......"

He gave three examples, which seemed to mean something:

"Speaking of which, I'm quite envious of Jing Huan. When I first fell in love, I loved vigorously, and even wanted to live and die together, but later, I saw it, life went on, and I lived another happiness. In fact, this is the most real life. Overcoming your own demons, regaining your self-confidence, and interpreting your life in a chic way is definitely worth learning. ”

Speaking of this, Peng Boran's eyes suddenly became warm, and he forced her step by step:

"Kwong Meiyun, tomorrow, let's go get the certificate! If you want......"