Ye Dusheng put his hand on Zhou Luoli's shoulder, felt that Zhou Luoli was trembling, patted his shoulder lightly and said, "So for her sake, don't do anything to hurt yourself anymore." ”

Zhou Luoli supported the ground with his hands, roaring and crying in pain.

The boy has tears and does not flick, but he has not reached the sad place, and Xiao Gardenia is the untouchable pain in Zhou Luo's centrifugation.

Ye Dusheng sighed secretly, stopped speaking, and silently held an umbrella for Zhou Luoli, accompanying him to vent the grief in his heart.

The heavy rain fell from the sky like beads with broken threads, dripping on the ground, on the tombstones, on the umbrella, and on Ye Dusheng's body.

Most of the umbrellas were on Zhou Luoli's side, and it didn't take long for Ye Dusheng to get wet.

And Zhou Luoli slowly calmed down and stopped yelling and crying.

"Let's go, it's time to go back." Ye Dusheng stood up, moved his arms, legs and feet, which were a little numb, and said to Zhou Luoli.

Seeing Zhou Luoli staring at the photo on the tombstone and ignoring himself, Ye Dusheng glanced at the soaked clothes on his body. frowned slightly, turned off the umbrella, and simply and rudely, directly pulled the kneeling Zhou Luoli up with his hands.

"Let go of me!" Zhou Luoli struggled desperately, but he was malnourished for a long time, and his feet were numb after kneeling for too long, and he had no strength in his whole body.

couldn't break free from Ye Dusheng's hand, but he still needed to rely on Ye Dusheng to stand, which made Zhou Luoli, who was born in the underworld, very depressed. When did he become so weak!

"Let go of you, and you'll continue to kneel again. The rain won't stop for a while, and your clothes are already soaking wet, and it would kill you to keep kneeling. Automatically ignoring Zhou Luoli's fierce gaze, Ye Dusheng grabbed Zhou Luoli tightly and said seriously.

Although Zhou Luoli has been resisting and struggling, Zhou Luoli, who is not in a good physical and psychological state now, was forcibly pulled out of the cemetery by Ye Dusheng.

Although it was raining heavily, a small black car was still parked outside the cemetery.

In fact, Ye Dusheng thought that it was a rainy day, and it was difficult to get a taxi in the suburbs, so he used the identity of the original owner in advance to call a car.

Seeing that Ye Dusheng finally came out, the middle-aged man in the car took an umbrella, opened the car door and ran out.

The man ran to Ye Dusheng's side, holding an umbrella for them, and said with a worried face, "Young master, you can figure it out, I was just about to go in to find you, why are your clothes soaked, you have to go back and change your clothes quickly!" ”

"Uncle Liu has made you worried." Ye Dusheng tightly pulled Zhou Luoli, who was full of unhappiness, and smiled apologetically at Uncle Liu and said.

Knowing that he couldn't beat Ye Dusheng in his current state, and because he was suffering from depression, Zhou Luoli was going to die or not, and he didn't care about anything, so Zhou Luoli stopped resisting, and was pulled by Ye Dusheng and dragged into the car by fate.

"Are you bored?" Zhou Luoli looked at the heavy rain outside the car window and said, there was tiredness in his low and hoarse voice.

"At the moment, I'm really bored. There are only tissues here, so you can wipe your face first. When I'm home, I'll find you any clothes you haven't worn. Ye Dusheng said while wiping the raindrops on his face.

Zhou Luoli turned his head and looked at Ye Dusheng, who was wiping his face. As if sensing Zhou Luoli's sharp gaze, Ye Dusheng also turned his head and hooked the corners of his mouth at Zhou Luoli's gaze.

Zhou Luoli's dim eyes rippled, then clenched his hands, quickly retracted his gaze, looked out the window, and was silent.