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Chapter 420 Soft and Solemn Sun

Fu Chenhan was silent for a while before saying, "He is not good at speaking and it is difficult to distinguish between joy and anger. Only his mother can understand what he means. I remember that when he was a child, his adjutant always brought some novel toys to me and Fu Yishu. Later I found out that those were carefully collected from all over the place. My relationship with him... I can't say whether it's good or not."

To be good, but when he saw Fu Mo's body, he did not shed even a single tear. Therefore, Mrs. Fu kept calling him a heartless monster and a cold-hearted monster. To be good, there were clearly many beautiful memories between him and Fu Mo, even though the memories of this man had turned yellow and faded, and even his face became blurred.

Fu Chenhan smiled: "It's getting late, and we have to go back for lunch, so we'll leave first."

If you know about it in the spring, please bless this child named Jiang Xiu. Time has been dark for years, and she is my only light.

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"Miss Jing." The gravekeeper lowered his head and shouted respectfully.

Jing Qingjia wore a black long skirt, and her skin became whiter. Today she had a rare good look, showing her beauty that was once famous in the capital. Her beautiful outline also faintly showed her sharp appearance back then, but the voice was very gentle: "Have you both the eldest and second masters been here?"

The gravekeeper nodded: "The eldest young master has arrived. The second young master is in the old house today, so he will probably not come later."

Jing Qingjia nodded: "I'm sorry for you."

The gravekeeper hurriedly said that he would not work hard and let the way out to invite Jing Qingjia into it.

Jing Qingjia held a black umbrella in his hand, slowly walked through the path across the cemetery, stopped in front of Wei Yu's tomb, then put down the little white chrysanthemum and parasol in his hand, and knelt straight at the tombstones of Wei Yu and Fu Mo with his skirt.

She is from the Ministry of State Security, and even though she has been sick for many years, her backbone is still straight.

Jing Qingjia's lips were slightly pursed, and he kowtowed three times in a straight voice, his voice was quiet: "Master, Master, Qingjia is here to see you."

"A flash of time passes by, time is so fast. It has been more than ten years since you passed away." Jing Qingjia's voice trembled slightly: "I wonder if you are still willing to see me if you are alive."

She grabbed her skirt tightly, like a child who did something wrong, sobbing in a low voice: "Master's wife, you have told me a long time ago that wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. You should not be too sharp in your life, but I never listened, and in the end... even Yishu's child was not saved."

"For many years, I have never dared to visit the two elders. I really... have no face to meet the two elders." Jing Qingjia bit his lip: "The two of you are deeply in love with Qingjia, but Qingjia did such a shameless thing. He really failed the Master's lifelong teachings. He has been bound to the world for four years. He has repented for a day and suffered all his pain. I hope this can repay my sins to a small extent."

As the breeze blew, Jing Qingjia's skinny shoulders trembled, and in the end he couldn't control himself and cried out loud.

When she was just born, her parents were in the rising period of her career and had no time to take care of her children. Almost all of her grew up in the Fu family. She was a real childhood sweetheart with Fu Yishu. Because her father joined the army, she had her own goals since she was a child. She was to become a teacher at the age of three. Although Fu Mo was taciturn, she was really a good master. Although she didn't teach Jing Qingjia for a long time, she could also be said to have taught her everything.

Jing Qingjia's fingers showed pale like a dead body in the sun: "Master, Master... I always want to escape. If I die, it will be much better, but I can't let him go...I... can't let him go..."

Her tears fell on the stone slab floor, and a wet mark appeared, like a water-colored hibiscus flower.

"...Qingjia?" The man's voice suddenly rang out. Jing Qingjia's back froze. He quickly wiped away the tears from his face, stood up from the ground, and turned around and was already what he looked like on his usual occasions, as if the previous vulnerability had never existed: "It's you."

Fu Yishu held a bouquet of perfume lilies in his arms, and there was a rare sense of helplessness on his face, "Why are you here?"

Jing Qingjia's heart was slightly deeper. Unexpectedly, Fu Yishu could not bear to come to the Fu family's cemetery now, so he had to smile reluctantly: "...I'll take a look at my master and my wife. I've finished reading it, so I'll leave first."

"Wait." Fu Yishu grabbed her arm: "Have you not been here for a long time?"

The arm that Jing Qingjia was grabbed by him trembled unconsciously, and Fu Yishu frowned slightly - she... still resisted his touch.

The heart hurt like a needle, but Fu Yishu quickly let go of his hand, afraid that Jing Qingjia would hate her even more, so he took two steps back.

"..." Jing Qingjia looked at her movements, bit her lip slightly, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "...I'm in good health today. I remember it was my master's death day, so let's take a look at her."

Fu Yishu asked: "Have you ever had any illness recently?"

"It's okay." Jing Qingjia said: "I've been in good spirits recently."

He should be able to live for a while and should be able to redeem those sins.

Fu Yishu's fingers moved, wanting to ask her about other things, wanting to ask her if you still have nightmares in the middle of the night, will you still have insomnia, and will you still think of... that lost child.

But seeing Jing Qingjia's pale and indifferent smile, his throat was blocked and he couldn't say anything. After a long time, he just said hoarsely: "Then you take good care of your health."

"...Well." Jing Qingjia nodded: "Then I'll leave first."

Fu Yishu looked at Jing Qingjia's thin back and walked away, and reached out and rubbed his temples decadently. He bent down and placed the flowers in his hand in front of Wei Yu's tomb, murmured: "Mother... she still refuses to forgive me."

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Schisandra chinensis grows fast, and now it is as high as Jiang Xiu's waist when she stands up. This means that the silly dog's weight is getting heavier and heavier, and the impact of the pounced from behind cannot be underestimated.

Jiang Xiu was thrown into the mud by a stupid dog, silently thinking that the dog is a good friend of human beings and cannot eat dog meat hot pot. Only then did he barely suppress his urge to hang Schisandra chinensis and beat it.

Pushing the silly dog ​​on his body away, Jiang Xiu sighed tiredly, "Don't make trouble!"

Schisandra chinensis did not know how to read the words and looked at them. She eagerly licked Jiang Xiu's hand, wanting Jiang Xiu to play with him.

Jiang Xiu pushed away his dog's head: "Go to find Aunt Tong and Aunt Liu to play with you. I'm busy here and I don't have time."

Schisandra was very aggrieved and put the ball he picked up on the ground again. She sobbed and lay down beside Jiang Xiu and stopped moving.
Chapter completed!