Chapter 224

Xie Dingyuan: "if you make trouble again, you'll get off."

Shen Qian Nan'an is quiet.

"Let's go, Lao Zhang."

"Hey!"

After a long silence, Xie Dingyuan closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Suddenly, "Lao Xie, I still feel wrong after thinking about it."

Xie Dingyuan didn't open his eyes and calmly asked, "when did you feel right?"

"... I'm not kidding you. It's strange for uncle ming to come back this time..."

Xie Dingyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

Shen Qiannan: "Mingming Tingzhou test area and launch center asked him to sit down, but he actually appeared in the imperial capital before the red 7 test explosion, which is unreasonable!"

Ming Yu left early half an hour ago. According to Zeng Chuan, she went back to rest.

"... but I don't think it's going back to the city. It's like going to the suburbs. What does he do in the suburbs at this time?"

Xie Dingyuan's eyes flashed slightly. Is it in the suburbs?

Sure enough, I came back to see the man.

"Lao Xie? I asked you something. Why are you stunned?"

"... you ask me, who do I ask?"

"But I don't think you know anything."

Shen Qiannan's character is a little publicized, but his brain is not stupid, and his ability to observe words and colors is not lacking.

"What the hell is going on?"

Xie Dingyuan: "in fact, I don't know much. After Ming Yu fell out with his family, he went down to the Northwest Research Institute and applied for permanent residence. Every year, only the Mid Autumn Festival, new year's Eve and December 7 will return to the imperial capital, but he never stepped into the Ming family."

"It's the mid autumn festival right away. Red 7 was arranged to test explode on that day. He couldn't get away during the introduction, so he came back in advance."

Shen Qiannan Muru wondered, "what is so important that he should return to the imperial capital at this time?"

"If I guessed right, he should be on his way to the cemetery now."

"Cemetery?!" Shen Qiannan was surprised. "Who did he sacrifice?"

Xie Dingyuan was stunned and began to speak slowly for a long time: "... A legend that has not been surpassed so far."

Shen Qiannan is not a member of the eight families. He knows little about their internal situation. He is confused by his speech: "what legend?"

Xie Dingyuan stopped talking and looked straight out of the window. A bright moon hung high.

……

Suburban, rose cemetery.

"Landlady, a bunch of little daisies and a bunch of red roses."

The woman raised her eyes in surprise. The familiar duck tongue hat came into view. She couldn't see the real face covered by the brim, but the exposed jaw was smooth and white as snow: "it's you again, girl?"

Last time she came to buy red roses.

"Yes." Jiang Fuyue nodded slightly.

She won't come back for a long time after the results of the physical competition tomorrow. Just take a taxi to have a look when she is free today.

As for Zhong Ziang, the three of them, Jiang Fuyue, after walking and eating, made an excuse to go back to the dormitory. At this time, they are estimated to have gone back to their homes.

The landlady acted quickly, wrapped the flowers in twos and threes and handed them over: "today's last bunch of red roses, I wish you good luck."

"Excuse me." Jiang Fuyue gave the money, took the flowers and turned away.

The landlady looked at her back and sighed.

"What's the matter with you?" the boss came out from behind, holding a bundle of stumps in his hand. "Sigh, unhappy?"

"The girl who bought red roses into the cemetery came again. As soon as I saw her, I thought of another one twenty years ago..."

"All right, all right, how long has it been? People may have both children and happy families now, and have long come out of the shadow of losing relatives."

"That's true. When I saw her, I didn't feel like an ordinary person. Her temperament and eyes were amazing!"

"Are you all packed? Ready to close."

"Ah! Now!"

……

Jiang Fuyue entered the cemetery, picked up the steps all the way and stopped in front of two tombstones.

She threw down the daisy, turned around and carefully brushed away the dust on Zhao Chuxiu's monument. Then she bent down, put down the red rose and adjusted the tilt angle.

Differential treatment, not too obvious.

Deeper exposure, no trace of wind.

Standing in front of the monument, Jiang Fuyue seemed to blend with black: "Mom, I found Shigong."

"He's a tough old man, but his hair is so white that he almost didn't recognize it."

"Still like before, I like playing games and forming teams with primary school students. Every time I lose, I say that people should study hard."

"I want him to stay and live with Niu Rui, but he seems reluctant and goes away with his small schoolbag on his back."

"Ah, by the way, I suddenly remembered yesterday that you gave him that schoolbag. No wonder I haven't been willing to change it."

"Although he didn't say it, I know he misses you very much. I'll bring him again when I have a chance next time, okay?"

Jiang Fuyue looked at the smiling woman in the photo, "don't worry, I will try to give him a home so that he can enjoy his old age."

"Oh, and I have to supervise him to change the bad habit of staying up late. What if he is bald?"

"He also gave himself a wechat name of [the world's first handsome ratio], narcissistic and farty, but every time he called me little moon, he was gentle and kind..."

Jiang Fuyue said a lot about night pulling.

She knows that Zhao Chuxiu wants to hear it.

As for herself

Jiang Fuyue: "I won't say it. Anyway, you know, no matter where or who I am, as long as I'm still alive, I'll live a good life."

So don't worry, mom

Jiang Fuyue didn't stay any longer.

When I went down, I happened to meet two figures walking up with something in my hand.

When passing by, she glanced gently and found that they were carrying a wheelchair, and there was a man in the wheelchair.

The light is too dark and the night is too dark. Before you can see the right appearance, you have passed by by.

Without stopping, she left the cemetery and took a taxi.

……

"Professor Ming, here we are."

The two assistants put down their wheelchairs. The man with a pair of gray pupils reached out to touch the tombstone in front of him.

Slowly down from the top, he touched a hand of dust, but he didn't feel it until he touched the word "building", and then he smiled on his indifferent face.

Then down came the word "Ming", which made him smile more deeply.

Finally, his fingertips rubbed the "month" and sketched the carving lines like nostalgia, back and forth, over and over again. I don't know what to recall. The man's eyes slowly showed tenderness, as if touching his lover's cheek.

Eyes and eyebrows are sentimental.

"Bright moon... I came to see you..." the hoarse voice with a choking voice looked particularly sad in the quiet night.

The two assistants looked at each other and consciously stepped back until they couldn't hear the sound.

They accompanied Professor Ming three times a year for twenty years, rain or shine.

"You say, why should we professor? People have been away for 20 years, and he still remembers it."

"What is this? When Professor Ming fell out with his family, you didn't see it. That's earth shaking. It's not too much to declare war on the world."

"Ah? I don't know. Elder martial brother, tell me about it."

"It's all a thing of the past. What's there to say? You can imagine how rigid it was when we saw the relationship between our professor and the Ming family."

"But isn't the master of Ming's family dead? Father and son don't have overnight hatred, not to mention that people die like lights out. What else can't be forgiven?"

"Don't persuade others to be kind before you have tasted the pain of others. Our professor has been broken and will never let go..."

Unless that woman lives, but how is that possible?

After all, it's a dead knot.

"So... Is the teacher's mother buried in the tomb?"

"I don't know. But one year I heard the professor touch the name on the tablet and say... If you would nod your head, we would be very happy now. Even if we weren't husband and wife, we should have been lovers?"

"That's the prospective teacher's mother... But why did she die?"

"It's not clear. I only know that she was born noble and brilliant. The professor said more than once that if the man was still there, there would be no place for him in the field of physics."

"Hiss! The prospective teacher's mother is so powerful? No wonder the professor is still alone for her."

No wife, no family, no son, no daughter.

"I really want to see with my own eyes what kind of style my senior mother is, and the professor never forgets it. Hey, senior brother, do you think it's just called 'white moonlight'?"

Full of the bright moon, I can't see any other light, whether it's the sun or the stars, the sky or the Milky way.