Chapter 75

Respecting Xu lie's wishes, Xu Qiao and Cheng Lang didn't accompany him to Nancheng personally. They took him to the hospital for a general examination. After confirming that he was in good condition, they sent him on the plane to Nancheng.

The two long-distance management of everything in the South City, leaving him enough time and space to accept a new life, Xu Qiao also officially launched a jewelry business in the north city.

Yan Lizhen's unauthorized sale of her paintings gave her a chance to cooperate with Pande's personal fashion show. After the two sides formally signed the contract, the whole jewelry studio was put into a busy work state.

A fashion show involves countless kinds and series of jewelry accessories. It's a big challenge for one person to carry on the next show.

Xu Qiao produced drafts in three days, refined drafts in five days, and electronic drawings in seven days. At the beginning of the month, she still felt at ease. At the end of March, her inspiration gradually dried up and suddenly fell into a bottleneck.

After a week's work, Xu Qiao was still dissatisfied with a draft. As soon as she got off work, she cried to Cheng Lang, "am I Xu Lang's best?" Cheng Lang assured her that the inspiration would come in early April and asked her to rest for a few days.

She didn't believe this nonsense. She stopped reading magazines in the studio every day, but she was depressed and worried.

As the Tomb Sweeping Day approaches, other employees of the studio leave work on time. After a working meal, Xu Qiao stays in the studio to ponder over the manuscript, because Cheng Lang says that he will work overtime tonight.

He used to pick her up after work every day. She felt as if she had broken her leg and couldn't go home alone.

Sitting in the studio until nearly ten o'clock, a bunch of lights came up, Xu Qiao's mobile phone vibrated and received a message from Cheng Lang: "baby, I'm home. "

like a child tired of school, she finally waited until her parents came to pick her up and ran down.

As usual, Cheng Lang got out of the car and opened the back door for her. It seemed that no matter how long it was, he would always treat her as carefully and gently as he had at first.

Xu Qiao gave him a kiss to get into the back seat.

Cheng Lang gets on the car from the other side and asks her how she is today.

"Still no inspiration..." Xu Qiao took his arm in a dilemma, "Mr. Pan, the person who followed up the project, even sent an email to ask me about my progress today."

"Will you find inspiration tomorrow?" Cheng Lang smiles.

"Where are you going?"

"How about Nancheng?"

"Ah?" Xu Qiao was stunned.

"The theme of the fashion show is related to the sea, and the inspiration of your early works also benefits from your childhood life at the seaside of your hometown. I think Nancheng may help you to clear your mind."

"So that's what you mean when you say inspiration will come in early April?" Xu Qiao pinched his arm, "it's mysterious again! Why don't you tell me about it? "

"Originally, we got a trip during the Qingming holiday, but today we decided that the trip could be delayed until after the holiday."

Xu Qiao's eyes brightened: "it means that you can stay with me in Nancheng for two more days?"

Cheng Lang nodded.

"Then I can take a look by the way..." When Xu Qiao said this, she suddenly stopped.

It's not a matter of passing or not. Go to the seaside to find inspiration, why go all the way to Nancheng, and why just pick the Qingming Festival, Cheng Lang had planned everything.

Seeing her trance, Cheng Lang stretched out his index finger and flicked her forehead: "girlfriend, take me to see a parent?"

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most of the tomb sweepers were in the morning. In order to catch up with the journey, they started from the North City before dawn the next day, and landed in the South City early at nine o'clock.

The weather in Nancheng is overcast. At this time, the sky is still gray, like sleeping at night.

On the way to the cemetery, the sky began to rain. Sitting in the back of the car, Xu Qiao looked out and sighed, "it rains every year."

"Used to come every year?" Cheng Lang holds her in his arms and asks.

"Qingming holiday will come, but it's not necessarily Qingming Day. Sometimes it's not a good time."

"Whose time?"

"My dad, although I'm relatively free, he's busy. He can't help himself for a few years, so he asked his assistant to accompany me. We had the idea of moving tombs before, but after thinking about it, my mother is a native of Nancheng. She has never been to Beicheng before. She will not be used to moving to such a strange place. "

Cheng Lang nodded thoughtfully.

"Do you think my father is kind to my mother?"

"Yes, but it should be."

"You're more demanding of my dad than I am." Xu Qiao looked at him.

Cheng Lang smiles and doesn't speak.

Perhaps because he grew up in a happy family, he felt that this was the right thing to do.

And Xu Qiao can't feel that way.

She had to let herself look down on these things early in order to live a less self-contained life.

Xu Qiao suddenly remembered one thing: "before New Year's Eve, didn't you ask me what I thought of my father's marrying my stepmother?"Cheng Lang nodded and listened to her quietly.

"What I told you at that time was almost true. I really didn't mind that for a long time. Although I had complaints at the beginning, I was just received by Beicheng and learned that I had a stepmother and a younger brother. I really hated my father and cried and made a lot of noise with him. Then on my birthday that year, I opened my mother's letter to me Half way through, she added, "the letters that my father entrusted to you were left by my mother for my birthday."

Cheng Lang pinned her hair behind her ears and touched her cheek: "last time you said that your mother left a letter saying that if your father remarried, you should not blame him."

"Yes, in fact, after reading these words, I may not be willing to forgive my father, but the time to open this letter is just the time when I am most sad about it. At that time, I was thinking, is my mother actually looking at me in the sky all the time, otherwise how could it be so coincidental? I think I can't cry with my dad anymore. My mom will worry when she sees it. Besides, my mother knows me so well that it's useless for me to pretend to accept my stepmother on the surface and act as if nothing happened. I have to look at it from the bottom of my heart. After thinking about it, I really figured it out

Xu Qiao blinked and said, "it seems that my mother is enlightening me. Otherwise, I don't know what kind of prickly girl I will grow into

Cheng Lang looks down at her.

When she said these things, she was completely straightforward, and even wanted to laugh. It seemed that she was really not sad.

Instead, he was sour and wanted to do something for her.

He held her tight and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

Xu Qiao looked at him with a smile: "love your baby?"

"Well." Cheng Lang nods and admits.

"I'll see the parents later and show them well." Xu Qiao poked his skirt.

After an hour's drive, Xu Qiao and Cheng Lang arrive at the cemetery.

The cemeteries built 20 years ago are old. Although the steps up the mountain have been repaired a few years ago, there are still some potholes in rainy days.

They were dressed in black, Cheng Lang in a suit and Xu Qiao in a long windbreaker. After walking several steps, the clothes were splashed with mud.

Knowing that Cheng Lang must have never been to such a humble cemetery, Xu Qiao instructed him to go this way and that way, avoiding the unstable brick surface.

Cheng Lang holds a long handle umbrella in one hand and her arm in the other. He laughingly says, "I'll see the way. Just take care of your feet. Your mother should be angry about you

"Angry what," Xu Qiao was amused by him, "my mother's temper is super good!"

Because Cheng Lang always faces the grave sweeping with the attitude of meeting her parents, Xu Qiao's usual gray mood seems to be relaxed every year. Just half the way, the rain stops. She points to the sky and says, "look, my mother is very satisfied with you."

Cheng Lang put away his umbrella and gave it to his assistant behind him. He said with a smile, "that's really lucky."

When they got to the place, they took the cleaning tools from their assistants, squatted down to wipe the tombstone with their own hands, brushed away the rain and mud stains, and then solemnly placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone.

When Xu Qiao stood up, Cheng Lang helped her at the right time for fear that she would squat for a long time and feel dizzy again.

Xu Qiao pointed to Cheng Lang and said to the tombstone, "Mom, you see, this is my boyfriend."

"Good aunt." Cheng Lang bows to the tombstone.

"He remembers that I have hypoglycemia. He knows that I need help when I stand up. Isn't that decent?"

"Why don't you praise me like that?" Cheng Lang smiles.

"What's good for you at ordinary times? Isn't it a critical moment to win some impression points for you?" Xu Qiao looked at him, "don't pull it down!"

"Yes," Cheng Lang rubbed her head, "you say more for me."

Xu Qiao thought about it and said, "Mom, you know I'm very coquettish. I thought that if my father started a business abroad, I couldn't live as well as I used to. But I didn't expect that this man was more exaggerated than my father! " She poked Cheng Lang's waist. "Recently, my mental work is quite hard. He cares about my three meals a day plus afternoon tea. In the evening, he also prepares me for a snack. I eat five meals a day, and I gain four kilograms in two months. My weight difference is more than a hundred! And he doesn't allow me to walk at home and hold me everywhere. Do you think he wants to make me a pig so that no one will rob him of his girlfriend

Cheng Lang said: "Auntie, you gave birth to your daughter so well that it really bothers me. But don't worry, I'll make her fat and healthy. "

"Give you some sunshine, you think the sun won't set! I'm not fat. Whoever loves to be fat will be fat! " Xu Qiao scolded.

They quarreled, laughing and scolding. Somehow, Xu Qiao felt that this scene was very similar to the scene of taking her boyfriend home to see her parents for the first time, even if her mother didn't say anything.

Before parting, Xu Qiao waved to the tombstone: "Mom, let's go. Take good care of yourself. We'll come to see you next year."Cheng Lang seems to have some feelings for the word "together". He is silent and bows to the tombstone again: "goodbye, aunt. I hope three people will come to see you next year."

Xu Qiao nodded with a smile and followed Cheng Lang down the mountain. Halfway through, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Wait a minute, you just last sentence, three people mean me and you, and my father?" Xu Qiao said the understanding when he acquiesced to this, but he had no confidence.

"Why is the third person your father?" Cheng Lang didn't mean that.

"Who else could it be?" Xu Qiao looked at him warily.

Cheng Lang took her waist hand around her abdomen, gently stroked: "what do you say?"