Xie Dingyuan: "If you make trouble again, get out of the car."
Shen Qiannan was quiet.
"Let's go, old Zhang."
"Eh!"
After a long while without words, Xie Dingyuan closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Suddenly, "Old Xie, after much deliberation, I still don't think it's right."
Xie Dingyuan didn't open his eyes, and calmly asked: "When did you feel right?"
"...I'm not kidding you. It's so strange that Uncle Ming came back this time..."
Xie Dingyuan suddenly opened his eyes.
Shen Qiannan: "Obviously Tingzhou test zone and launch center require him to be in charge, but he actually showed up in the imperial capital before the red 7 test explosion, which is completely unreasonable!"
Ming Yu had left early half an hour ago, and according to Zeng Chuan, he was going back to rest.
"...But I think the direction the car is driving is not back to the city, but to the suburbs. What is he doing in the suburbs at this time?"
Xie Dingyuan's eyes flickered slightly, is it in the suburbs
Sure enough, he came back to see that person.
"Old Xie? I asked you something, why are you in a daze?"
"...you ask me, who should I ask?"
"But I see that you are so secretive, it doesn't look like you don't know anything."
Shen Qiannan's personality is a bit flamboyant, but his brain is not stupid, and he is not lacking in the ability to read words and demeanor.
"What's going on?"
Xie Dingyuan: "Actually, I don't know much. After Mingyu and his family fell out, he went to the Northwest Research Institute in a fit of anger and applied for a permanent residency. Every year, there are only Mid-Autumn Festival, New Year's Eve and December 7th. These three times will return. The imperial capital, but never set foot in the Ming family."
"The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and the red 7 happened to be arranged to conduct a test explosion on that day. He couldn't get away during the introduction, so he came back early."
Shen Qiannan looked puzzled: "What is so important that it is worth returning to the imperial capital at this time?"
"If I'm not mistaken, he should be on his way to the cemetery now."
"The cemetery?!" Shen Qiannan was startled, "Who did he sacrifice to?"
Xie Dingyuan's eyes were dazed, and he spoke slowly after a while: "...a legend that no one has ever surpassed."
Shen Qiannan is not a member of the Eight Great Families, and knows little about their internal situation, so he was at a loss when he heard the words: "What legend?"
Xie Dingyuan didn't speak anymore, and looked out of the car window, a bright moon was hanging high.
…
Suburbs, Rose Cemetery.
"Ma'am, a bouquet of daisies and a bouquet of red roses."
The woman raised her eyes in surprise, and the familiar peaked cap came into view. She couldn't see the real face under the brim of the hat clearly, but the exposed chin was smooth and lustrous, white as snow: "It's you again, girl?"
She was also here to buy red roses last time.
"En." Jiang Fuyue nodded slightly.
As soon as the results of the physical competition come out tomorrow, she probably won't come back for a long time, so I just took a taxi to take a look when I'm free today.
As for the three of Zhong Ziang and the others, Jiang Fuyue took a walk and finished eating, so she used the excuse of going back to the dormitory to escape, and they probably had gone back to their respective houses by now.
The proprietress moved quickly, wrapped the flowers in twos and twos, and handed them over: "The last bouquet of red roses today, I wish you good luck."
"Excuse me." Jiang Fuyue gave the money, took the flowers, turned and left.
The proprietress looked at her back as she walked away, and couldn't help but sigh.
"What's the matter with you?" The boss came out from behind, holding a bunch of broken branches in his hand, "Sigh, are you unhappy?"
"The girl who bought red roses into the cemetery is here again. When I see her, I think of another one from twenty years ago..."
"Okay, okay, how long has it been, are you still talking about it? He may have both children and a happy family now, and he has already come out of the shadow of losing his loved ones."
"That's right. When I saw her back then, I didn't think she was an ordinary person. Her temperament and eyes were amazing!"
"Is everything packed? It's about to close."
"Hey! Immediately!"
…
Jiang Fuyue entered the cemetery, walked up the stairs, and stopped in front of two tombstones.
Throwing down the little daisy casually, he turned his head and carefully brushed off the dust on Zhao Chuxiu's stele, then bent down, put down the red rose, and adjusted the angle of inclination.
Discrimination, not too obvious.
The deeper the dew is, the wind passes without a trace.
Standing in front of the stele, Jiang Fuyue seemed to be one with the black: "Mom, I have found Master."
"He has a strong body, but his hair is so gray that he almost didn't recognize him."
"It's still the same as before. I love to play games and form teams with elementary school students. Every time I lose, I always tell them to study hard."
"I want him to stay and live with Niu Rui, but the old man seems reluctant, so he put on his schoolbag and left."
"Ah, by the way, I suddenly remembered yesterday that you gave him that schoolbag back then, no wonder you have been reluctant to change it."
"Although the old man didn't say anything, I know that he misses you very much. I'll bring him here next time I have a chance, okay?"
Jiang Fuyue looked at the smiling woman in the photo, "Don't worry, I will try my best to give him a home so that he can enjoy his old age in peace."
"Oh, and I have to supervise him to change his bad habit of staying up late. What if he is bald?"
"He also gave himself a WeChat name of [World's No. 1 Old Handsome], which is narcissistic and stinky, but every time he calls me Little Moon, he is gentle and kind..."
Jiang Fuyue talked a lot, all about the night lead machine.
She knew that Zhao Chuxiu wanted to hear it.
As for herself...
Jiang Fuyue: "I won't talk about it. Anyway, you know that no matter where I am or what my status is, as long as I am still alive, I will definitely live a good life."
So don't worry, mom...
After finishing what should be said, Jiang Fuyue didn't stay any longer.
When going down, I happened to meet two figures walking up, carrying something in their hands.
When they passed each other, she glanced lightly, only to realize that what the two of them were carrying was actually a wheelchair, and a man was sitting on the wheelchair.
The light was too dim, the night was too dark, and before he could see his face clearly, he passed by.
She didn't stop, left the cemetery, took a taxi and left.
…
"Professor Ming, we're here."
The two assistants put down the wheelchair, and the man with gray eyes reached out to touch the tombstone in front of him.
Slowly descending from the top, he got dust on his hands, but he didn't notice it until he touched the word "lou", a smile appeared on his indifferent face.
Next, it was the word "Ming", and his smile deepened.
In the end, the fingertips brushed against the "moon", carefully outlining the carved lines like nostalgia, going back and forth, over and over again, remembering something, the man's eyes slowly revealed tenderness, as if he was stroking his lover's cheek.
The corners of the eyes and brows are full of nostalgia.
"Mingyue... I'm here to see you..." The hoarse and slightly choked voice seemed extraordinarily sad in the quiet night.
The two assistants looked at each other and stepped back consciously, standing still until they could no longer hear the sound.
Three times a year, for 20 consecutive years, rain or shine, they have always accompanied Professor Ming here.
"You said, why does our professor have to do this? He has been away for twenty years, and he still can't forget it."
"What is this? You didn't see it when Professor Ming had a falling out with his family. It was earth-shattering. It is no exaggeration to say that he declared war on the whole world."
"Ah? I don't know about this, senior brother, please tell me."
"It's all in the past. What's there to talk about? You can imagine the relationship between our professor and the Ming family now. How tense it was back then."
"But isn't the old Patriarch of Ming Dynasty already dead? Father and son didn't have an overnight feud, let alone death like a lamp goes out, what else can't be forgiven?"
"Don't try to persuade others to be kind when you don't suffer from others. Our professor has been heartbroken and will never let it go..."
Unless the woman comes back to life, how is that possible
After all, it is always a dead end.
"Then... is the teacher's wife buried in the tomb?"
"I don't know. But one year I heard the professor touch the name on the stele and say... If you were willing to nod back then, then we will be very happy now. Even if we are not husband and wife, we should have been lovers, right?"
"That's the prospective teacher... But why did she die?"
"That's not clear. All I know is that she was born noble and amazing. The professor has said more than once that if that person is still around, there would be no place for him in the physics world."
"Hiss! The prospective teacher is so powerful? No wonder the professor is still alone now because of her."
No wife, no home, no children, no daughters.
"I really want to see with my own eyes how beautiful the prospective teacher's wife is, and the professor can't forget it. Hey, brother, do you think this is called 'White Moonlight'?"
All eyes are full of the bright moon, and no other light can be seen, no matter whether the sun is still a star, the sky is still a galaxy.