Ning Zhi was touched by his mysterious appearance, and he couldn't help but lean forward slightly on the ground.

This is Xi Lanyu's gossip, and money can't buy it.

Wei floated: "Xi Lanyu was ...... when he was a child"

"I think you're pretty idle."

Before Ning Zhi could hear the specifics, a familiar but inexplicable voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.

Ning Zhi pursed his lips, and for the first time, he felt that Xi Lanyu was a little in the way.

Wei Fu still dared to say anything, and immediately laughed embarrassedly twice, "You person, you don't have a sound when you walk." ”

Xi Lanyu glanced at him condescendingly.

Wei Fu has known him for so many years, how could he not understand what he meant, he got up, stood beside Ning Zhi and made an inviting gesture, "You sit here, I'll go, I won't disturb the world of the two of you, okay!" ”

Ning Zhi: "......"

-

Regarding whether to sell the house or not, Ning Zhi has almost made a decision in his heart. Before making a decision, she decided to take a look at Ning Man first.

Ning Zhi was busy with her studies when she was in college, and she came back only a handful of times, but every time she came back, she had to sit at Ning Man's grave.

Last time, it was my grandmother who suddenly fell and injured herself, and she didn't have time, so this time she said that she was going to go.

On the way back, Ning Zhi briefly mentioned this matter to Xi Lanyu.

Xi Lanyu bowed slightly, habitually after reading the document, he reached out and pushed down his glasses, "I'll go with you." ”

Ning Zhi looked at him, hesitated for a long time, but still didn't hold back, "No, there is no one else in the cemetery, I should be able to do it alone." ”

After saying that, Ning Zhi inexplicably felt a chill behind him.

She is a bit superstitious, and at this moment she suddenly thought of the joke she read on the Internet.

——The cemetery of Qingming "people" come and go.

Ning Zhi couldn't help but shudder.

Seeing this, Xi Lanyu glanced sideways at her, "Cold? ”

Ning Zhi was embarrassed to tell him about her overly divergent thinking, so she quickly shook her head, "It's not cold." The two looked at each other, and she said, "Your company should be quite busy, so I'll go by myself." ”

At this time, they were driving on the famous plane road, under the hood of trees that covered the sky and the sun, and the eyebrows and eyes of Xi Lanyu looking at her were covered with a particularly deep feeling.

Ning Zhi suddenly felt suffocated, reached out and opened the car window, and the wind poured in from the window, which belonged to the autumn breath of Nancheng.

Xi Lanyu turned his head to look at her, his voice soft, "Don't be busy, let's be together." ”

Ning Zhi couldn't help but be stunned.

"I and you" and "we" almost mean the same, but the word "we" conveys a more intimate and dependent emotion.

Xi Lanyu is ...... Do you see her and him as a whole?

Ning Zhi clasped her palm with her fingertips, and the feeling of suffocation seemed to have intensified, she tilted her head to avoid Xi Lanyu's gaze, and took a hard breath of fresh air out of the window.

When Ning Zhi calmed down and looked at the past, Xi Lanyu changed to that flat expression again, as if this was just what he said casually, while Ning Zhi was completely thinking about it.

Ning Zhi pursed her lower lip and forced herself to calm down, "It's really okay, after all, it's my own mother, so I don't want to trouble you......"

Xi Lanyu's tone was noncommittal, "Then shouldn't I go more?" ”

There was a moment of silence in the air, and Ning Zhi didn't dare to look directly into his oppressive eyes, and whispered, "You don't really ......" son-in-law......

Her voice was very small, almost murmuring, but Xi Lanyu could still hear it clearly.

For a long time, he didn't speak again, and Ning Zhi suddenly felt that it was a little cold with the window open.

In the silent car, there was a "stab" sound.

Ning Zhi glanced to the side with her spare eyes and found that Xi Lanyu no longer looked at her.

His jawline was tense, and he was looking down through the papers in his hand, and his indifferent, emotionless face was reflected on the window glass.

Although this was his usual expression, but after the two had been together for so long, Ning Zhi could still keenly perceive whether his true mood was good or bad under Xi Lanyu's flat expression.

Ning Zhi felt it carefully for a while, and found that ...... He seems to be a little angry?

Ning Zhi frowned slightly, she hinted at this, but he didn't even explain.

Does that mean that all this she is thinking about is really just her overthinking?

In this case, Ning Zhi bit her lower lip in distress, what is Xi Lanyu angry about?

-

Eccentric and elusive.

This is the adjective of Ning Zhi's temperament when she first met Xi Lanyu.

Now, the two have been living together for nearly half a year, and Ning Zhi has once again deepened this impression of him.

She really couldn't figure it out, so she simply gave up.

The two of them didn't say a word all the way, and when they returned, they each went back to their own rooms.

It has been a long time since they have been in this state, and it must be false to say that they don't care at all.

But Ning Zhi lay on the bed and pondered hard all night, but he didn't come up with a reason.

In the end, he didn't sleep well.

The next morning, Ning Zhi opened her eyes tiredly, and she struggled to get up, sat on the bed and pulled up her messy hair.

Ning Zhi deeply realized that not only was Xi Lanyu eccentric, but she herself had become a little different from her recently.

Ning Zhi silently exhaled at the somewhat mottled wall.

It's really annoying.

Ning Zhi was going to the cemetery today, and he got up earlier than usual.

She went downstairs to wash, habitually opened the refrigerator, and was about to get something to eat, but her eyes skimmed over the dining table, and Ning Zhi paused.

Breakfast was set up on the table at some time, and it looked like Xi Lanyu had made it, but he didn't seem to be in the house, was he already gone?

Ning Zhi stood in place and looked at the breakfast, she couldn't help but reach out and touch her nose, and her heart suddenly became swollen.

What, Ning Zhi lowered his eyes, isn't this person angry?

……

The cemetery is located on the outskirts of Nancheng, about half an hour's drive from where Ning Zhi now lives.

She first went to a nearby flower shop to buy a bouquet of white camellia and then took a taxi.

Due to the influence of Ning Man, Ning Zhi also had a preference for white camellias, but since Ning Man's death, her grandmother was too sad, and the camellia tree in the courtyard was removed.

This is also the reason why, last time in Pingcheng, Ning Zhi saw the camellia tree in Aunt He's courtyard at a glance.

It was a little too similar to what she remembered.

Today said that he got up early, but there was a delay here and there, plus there was some traffic jam on the road, and by the time Ning Zhi arrived, it was almost past nine o'clock.

But this is a cemetery, and even at this point in time, it is still quiet, and there are almost no people.

Ning Zhi went in with the flowers.

The place passed, the heavy stone monument on that side, and the simple few lines of words, can easily summarize the life of the deceased.

Ning Zhi has come too many times, and the route is so familiar that he can find it even if he closes his eyes.

Every time I came over, there was a clean piece in front of Ning Man's tomb.

It's like she, who is sincere and brave when she loves, and simply leaves no room when she leaves.

Ning Zhi put down the flower as usual, and her steps faltered slightly.

Because in front of the tomb, there was a bouquet of fresh chrysanthemums, and the petals did not wilt at all, obviously just delivered.

Ning Zhi didn't know who it was, but when she looked around, except for a few strangers she didn't know, all that was left was the extremely cold wind whistling in the cemetery.

Maybe it's some of my mother's old people.

Ning Zhi turned his back to the wind, pulled the hair covering his face, and leaned over to put the bouquet of flowers on it again.

She stood for a while, her voice so soft, as if it was more ethereal than the wind, as if she couldn't catch it, "Mom, I haven't been here for a long time, will you blame me?" How are you doing? Did you miss me? Naturally, there was no response, "If you really want to, can you give me a dream?" You know, I don't seem to have dreamed much of you since you left...... How can you be like this, do you really think that death is liberation, so you don't have nostalgia at all? ”

The sound of the wind suddenly became louder, and the camellia brought by Ning Zhi was rolled up one by one and scattered in all directions.

Ning Zhi looked at the falling petals, a little confused, "Mom, I forgot to tell you that I am married, but unlike your marriage, I have not given up anything, nor have I pursued love." Well...... Anyway, Xi Lan said that he seemed to have everything, but he lacked affection for me, but this is good, because I am the same. Ning Zhi paused and pouted, "No, you can't really say that. He's still pretty good to me...... I seem to ...... I don't really reject...... to get along with him."

Ning Zhi looked at the photo of Ning Man on the tombstone, and opened his mouth gently, trying to seek an answer, "Mom, what do you call us like this?" ”

……

When Ning Zhi returned, he saw the owner of the bouquet of chrysanthemums, Qian Weiyuan.

He was dressed in black and stood outside the cemetery with a solemn expression, as if he was waiting for someone.

However, when Ning Zhi was about to turn around and change her exit, the eager voice that sounded behind Ning Zhi made it clear to Ning Zhi that Qian Weiyuan was waiting for her.

Ning Zhi really didn't want to face him, especially here.

She turned around and said in a sneering tone, "Mom has passed away for so long, and you are only here to mourn now, is it too late?" ”

Qian Weiyuan, supported by Qian Siyu, took a step closer to her, "Zhizhi, it's my father who is not good." ”

Ning Zhi frowned, subconsciously holding his bag and taking a step back.

The weasel gave the chicken a New Year's greeting, and Qian Weiyuan was not happy nine times out of ten.

Qian Weiyuan walked a few steps towards her tremblingly, and began to play the sentiment card, "Zhizhi, Dad is old and in poor health, ...... back then I'm really sorry for your mother, and I came here today to apologize to her. But at that time, I didn't want to divorce at that time, she had to leave. You are now newly married, and you don't understand what we were going through, but you and your mother have a lot of responsibility to each other......"

Ning Zhi sneered, "What responsibility?" Is it the responsibility to wipe the butt of a cheating husband? ”

Qian Weiyuan's face was embarrassed for a moment, "You are a little girl, you should pay attention to your speech." Besides, Siyu's mother and I only met after the divorce. Xiao Man will be considerate of my ......"

Ning Zhi had no intention of arguing with him about this, and his voice was unconsciously cold, "I'm sorry, I'm in charge of this matter for my mother." She will not accept your apology, let alone forgive your mistakes, and she certainly has no obligation to understand you. Ning Zhi glanced at the familiar car opposite and continued, "Qian Weiyuan, if you come to see your mother sincerely, if you really regret it and really want to admit your mistake, then you won't know that what she hates the most is chrysanthemums. She's been gone for so many years, why do you want to disgust her? Of course, if you just approach Xi Lanyu in the name of this, then I will tell you directly and clearly, not only will I not help you, but I will also try to blow the wind on the pillow to make your life a little more sad. ”

After Qian Weiyuan listened, he was speechless for a while.

However, Qian Siyu has been pretending for so long, and he can't hold it back for a long time.