Chapter 1180 How Could I Forget?

Jiang Nuan followed Wenren Zhen downstairs. He was really well prepared. Mask, hat, sunglasses were all prepared for her. He was almost fully armed.

"There are no reporters following me. Why did you wrap me up so tightly?"

Jiang Nuan asked as he put on his hat and mask.

"Who said no?"

Wenren Zhen turned around and asked:

"What if my whereabouts this morning are discovered by the reporters?"

"Where did it come from?"

Jiang Nuan smiled bitterly.

Besides, isn't it to attract the paparazzi's attention that wen renliang made such a big fuss about his son's funeral? Where will the paparazzi be watching us today?"

"Nothing is better."

Wenren Zhen held her bag in one hand and led her hand out the door.

He didn't tell her that he didn't prepare these outfits for her to guard against the paparazzi, but it was a chinese tradition. Women can't sit on the moon to blow the wind, and he didn't want her to blow the wind to avoid the so-called moon sickness.

Jiang Nuan got into Wenren Zhen's car and found out that he drove here himself. Ali, who usually helped him drive, didn't come today, so he probably transferred all of them to protect Wen Yan.

What surprised her was that the car Wenren Zhen had brought her into was not his maybach or her red flag, but an extremely ordinary volkswagen.

Jiang Nuan couldn't help but ask when he heard that zhen had gotten into the driver's seat and started the car.

"Don't you have to wait for Huo Weiwu?"

"No need,"

Wenren Zhen replied softly:

"She'll drive back later."

"Oh,"

Jiang nuan answered, but did not make any more noise. Instead, she took off her hat, sunglasses, and then leaned back on the seat, gently closing her eyes.

Wenren Zhen didn't wake her up, but she was driving slowly. Jiang Nuan kept her eyes closed and didn't want to talk to Wenren Zhen.

At first, she closed her eyes purely as a fake sleep, mainly because she didn't want to talk to Wenren Zhen and was afraid that she might accidentally talk about the child.

But later, she didn't know how to fall asleep, but in the dream, it was all the shadow of the child. She always saw a beautiful little girl floating on her head, and then looked at her with a smile and called her mother.

She chased after the child with great surprise and joy, trying to reach out and grab her, trying to hold her in her arms so that she wouldn't float.

But the little girl drifted further and further away. She chased after the little girl and finally reached the edge of the cliff. Then, she watched the little girl float down the cliff...

"Ah--!"

Jiang Nuan exclaimed, then woke up from his sleep.

"What's wrong?"

Wenren Zhen, who was in the driver's seat, was startled. He leaned over and gently stroked her cheek. He asked nervously,

"Xiao Nuan, what's wrong? Are you dreaming?"

Only then did Jiang Nuan open his eyes and look at the handsome face in front of him. He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

"I was dreaming,"

She sat upright and rubbed her forehead.

"Is it a nightmare?"

Wenren Zhen asked quickly.

Jiang Nuan shook his head gently.

"No, it's a beautiful dream. It's a beautiful dream."

"So... You woke up in shock?"

Wenren Zhen looked at her doubtfully.

"Just because it's so beautiful, amazing."

Jiang Nuan said this and turned to look out of the window. When he saw the boundless sea, he immediately frowned.

"Where is this? Didn't you drive home?"

"This is next to our Strandhuis Apartments."

Wenren Zhen whispered,

"I want to show you the sea and drive back in the afternoon."

"Now, what time is it?"

Jiang Nuan asked Wenren Zhen.

"Eleven o' clock."

Wenren Zhen looked at the time of the car.

Eleven o' clock?

Isn't this the time for Ruizhi to be buried?

"Ruizhi, are you going to be buried now?"

Jiang Nuan asked faintly.

"Well,"

Wenren Zhen answered and reached out to help her unbuckle her seat belt.

"Do you want to go down for a walk?"

"No,"

Jiang Nuan shook his head, looked at Strandhuis Apartments not far away, and chuckled.

"It's windy by the sea. I'll take a car and look at the sea. By the way, why do you want to come to the beach?"

"I buried... Our first child and daughter in the sea,"

Wenren Zhen lay on the steering wheel, looking at the vast sea ahead, his voice hoarse.

Jiang Nuan was stunned and said quietly after a long time:

"First child, do you remember?"

"How could I not remember? That's our child, isn't it?"

"I thought you had long forgotten." Jiang Nuan smiled bitterly.

"How could it be?"

Wenren Zhen sighed softly.

"How could I forget? How could I forget? That was our first child."

Yes, it's always hard to forget the first time!

And she and Wenren Zhen's first child, she did not forget, he did not forget.

The first child and the daughter left while they were still in their stomachs. There was no place to bury them, so they could only be buried in the sea, buried in their hearts, and could only silently miss them.

Jiang Nuan finally pushed open the door and got out of the car. Wenren Zhen quickly followed her, took the hat and put it on her head, then took off his coat and put it on her.

At eleven o' clock, when they heard that Ruizhi was buried, there should be a lot of people there. They were all worried about the poor child.

And their children, because they did not come to the world, so almost no one felt that the child was pitiful, and there was no one to worry about.

And the two of them, as the children's parents, after all, still have to worry about it, right?

Even with a hat, sunglasses, and a mask, one face was almost completely covered.

But even so, she could still hear the sound of the sea sobbing, feel the salty smell of the sea breeze, and her eyes were still astringent and stinging from the sea breeze...

The sunglasses could not stop the wind and sand, but the eyes were finally filled with sand, and tears could not help but flow down...

Wenren Zhen took her hand and held it tightly in his. He didn't say anything but stayed with her silently. Then, he walked forward silently...

The waves at noon seemed very calm. The waves gently hit the beach. Jiang Nuan followed Wenren Zhen, wearing his coat, and watched the waves coming in layer by layer...

The phone vibrated. Wenren Zhen hesitated for a moment, took it out, looked at it, and quickly pressed the answer button.

Wenren Zhen's phone was silent. Jiang Nuan didn't know who called him, so she heard him ask:

"How is he? Are you hurt?"

"Okay, I see. Is the truck driver in control? Well, keep an eye on them too. This time, none of them can be spared."

Jiang nuan asked after Wenren Zhen hung up.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

"Huo weiwu drove your car and was hit by a truck."

Wenren Zhen said faintly.

"Ah!"

Jiang Nuan exclaimed and quickly asked, "How's Huo Weiwu now? Was she hurt?"