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Leaving this sentence, she sniffed and couldn't bear to take another look. She left with her child and Lu Chi mo.

At the end of the funeral, only he was left in the cemetery, and Feng Xiao, who held his umbrella for him, "Mr. Gu, it's time for us to leave."

He didn't answer and said nothing. Feng Xiao didn't dare to remind him again, so he held an umbrella for him and stayed with him.

He stood until evening, numb on his feet, and the sky was getting dark, and he remembered that it was time to leave.

"Let's go." Hoarse two words fall, he raised numb legs, hard to turn around, lift eyes, a few meters away stood a person, hands holding a bunch of chrysanthemum.

Cold wind and rain, pattering, she is wearing black clothes, holding the same black umbrella, chest with white flowers, the whole person is pale and fragile, eyes red and swollen.

"Mr. Gu, it's Miss Tang." Feng Xiao took the lead.

Of course, he saw her in his eyes and walked towards him step by step with chrysanthemum in his arms. The world seemed to fall into silence for a moment.

No voice, even with the falling voice can not hear, but only her words, especially clear in the ear, "Gu Yebai, I'm sorry."

At the same time, the tears quietly smashed on the grass, the lips trembled unreasonably.

"It's none of your business. Don't blame yourself." From the beginning to the end, it's him who is angry with guguping. It has nothing to do with her.

In order to fulfill Gu's wish, she can even sacrifice her own happiness. She sent Shen Yinyin to his bed and gave birth to him, didn't she?

So, this fool.

He reached for her hair and gave her a light, "go."

"I don't dare. I'm afraid my uncle will blame me. I'm afraid the last thing he wants to see is me!" She tears like rain, keep shaking her head, "Gu Yebai, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"If you say something stupid, he will blame me, and I will not be able to turn to you." He seems to be still in love with her, to her every word is so gentle, "fruit, go."

These two words, as if finally gave her courage, she nodded to him, "then I'll go to see my uncle, you wait for me first."

He said hoarsely, "good..."

She turned and went to the tomb with her umbrella on her own.

He didn't know what she said, only knew that she knelt down in front of her father's grave, and after a long time, he cried bitterly. His numb heart was dull again, like a knife, cutting him one by one.

His throat rolled up and down, and his face was moist and hot. He tried his best to stop him from running to her and comforting her.

It was not until it was getting late and the dim street lamp was on that she got up from the ground and came back to him again.

Clearly separated by a short distance, her figure is vague, so that he can not see clearly, and the intermittent rain curtain, as if they can never cross the gap between them.

From the moment Gu Yuping died, he knew that they would never be together again, so when she stood in front of her, she forced her tears to say to him, "Gu Xiaobai, let's divorce."

He didn't feel surprised at all. There was just endless heartache and water spray in his eyes. "Have you thought it out?"

"Well, think clearly."

He nodded, squeezed out a smile, sad and bitter, "good, tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, I'll pick you up to the Civil Affairs Bureau."