After the company got off work, Jiang Yunchen did not go home directly, but found a taxi and went to the suburbs.
It was just after the evening, and the sky was grayish-blue, a bit cloudy, the monuments in the cemetery, the swallows flying close to the ground, the muddy atmosphere with the dampness of the air, the eyes on the monuments of the dead watched the worshippers passing by.
Jiang Yunchen was holding a bunch of white blood, and he drove through the rows of tombstones, and finally stopped in front of a tombstone. The tombstone was as clean as new. At first glance, someone had cleaned it carefully.
The woman on the tombstone is beautiful, but can black and white photos show how beautiful people are
There are some bright smiles of the woman in the photo, which is totally inconsistent with the black-and-white photo, and she looks at her in such an unfading manner.
His back stood straight, which was a habitual reluctance to let her see his weakness.
He communicated silently with the woman on the tombstone for a while, and after a long time, he spoke slowly: "Xiaoxiao, I think, it's time for me to forget you, because you and I have done too many foolish things, I can't be confused anymore. ,right?"
Gradually, his straight back was curving, and he stretched out his fingers and touched the woman's face with love and affection, and stroked her eyes, eyebrows, bridge of nose, mouth...
Reluctant to give up, like making the last farewell...
Withdrawing his hand, he printed a kiss on his thin lips, and then placed it on her mouth again.
"Xiaoxiao, I love you..."
The man's voice was deeply suppressed, suppressing the crying cavity in his throat, suppressing the pain in his heart.
A certain part of the heart hurts like a thousand knives.
Turns out, this is farewell...
He stood for a long time, lonely and desolate from his back.
Seeing Jiang Yunchen leaving, Li Siqi walked out from behind the tree.
She bent over and put the bouquet in her hand in front of the woman's monument, and then looked at her in a half-sitting position.
"Tang Xiao, I came to see you." Li Siqi's posture was a bit tired. She simply sat on the ground and said, "I divorced Jiang Yunchen, and I will return him to you."
When she said this, there was a trace of sadness in her eyes.
"The person you entrusted to me ended up standing on the opposite side of me. I'm sorry..."
As she said, she lowered her head, as if she didn't know how to face this smiling woman.
She sat here for a while, seeing the sky getting gloomy, as if it could rain anytime, she got up and bowed again.
As he was about to leave, suddenly his face felt cold, and the sky started to rain.
Li Siqi didn't bring an umbrella, frowned, and was about to rush out in the rain while covering his head with a bag. As soon as he lifted the bag above his head, a dark shadow was shrouded in his head.
Li Siqi was taken aback for a moment.
Turning his head abruptly, Jiang Yunchen, who had obviously already left, returned at some unknown time. He was holding an umbrella, looking at her with a complicated expression.
Li Siqi immediately seemed to have been struck by lightning, as if someone had discovered something unsightly. An inappropriate example is like being caught by a teacher while cheating on an exam.
The white bouquets on the ground are still stretching in the rain to welcome the rain and dew.
Li Siqi stubbornly explained: "I... uh... I actually... just drop by and have a look."
As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately lowered her head, avoiding Jiang Yunchen's gaze.
Without Jiang Yunchen's ridicule, Li Siqi himself knew how unreliable what she said. She stared at her toes, and just wanted to find a seam to get in.
"Um... I won't be an eyesore here, you and her have a good chat, I'll go now."
As Li Siqi said, he turned around and took a big step to rush into the heavy rain.
But she only took a step, and the next moment, she was forcibly pulled back by a strong force. She was unstable under her feet and slammed into the man's chest.
The big black umbrella still hung over her head.
Jiang Yunchen was hit by her and took a step back, but in order to prevent her from getting caught in the rain, he stretched out the arms holding the umbrella slightly, half of his shoulder was exposed outside, and he was soon soaked by the heavy rain.
He fixed his eyes on the person in the photo, and quietly asked the woman with his back to him: "So it's you?"
In the past three years, every time Jiang Yunchen came on his death day, he would see such a bunch of small white flowers, sometimes still vigorous, and sometimes dried up.
But there is always such a bunch every year. He has tried to ask the people in the cemetery, but the doorkeeper is an old man who is over sixty years old and has a bad memory.
Over time, he forgot.
It's just that he has thought about many people and many possibilities, but he didn't expect it to be Li Siqi.
Li Siqi turned around to look at him, with a somewhat embarrassing "um" cry.
Seeing his eyes have been lovingly looking at the person on the tombstone, he was a little relieved.
Gu left and right, it said: "Um, how did you... come so early this year? And... didn't you just leave?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yunchen turned his head and looked at her condescendingly with a more confusing look, and asked, "How do you know that I have gone?"
Li Siqi: "..."
I just ran into it.
But she didn't dare to tell Jiang Yunchen like that, she was afraid that this man would kill her with his eyes.
I don't know when it started, maybe after the divorce, maybe after cutting off all relations with him decisively, she can face him more calmly.
Yes, she does not owe him, and there is no reason to feel sorry for him.
Jiang Yunchen pointed his finger at the place covered by the small white chrysanthemum, and said, "Leave things down."
After a pause, he put the umbrella into her hand and said, "Take it."
Li Siqi was in an embarrassing situation when she was forced to use the umbrella. She could only hold the umbrella obediently.
But her gaze never dared to look at him, but behind him, she cautiously raised the umbrella over his head and stared at his back in a daze.
Li Siqi looked at his back. The beautiful butterfly bones were neither obtrusive nor thin. She could only recall the husband and wife of so many years that he had always been a handsome and tall man.
His dark blue suit was ironed and stiff, and when he bent down, the white shirt inside leaked a piece of it, clinging to his waist, showing his tight lines.
Suddenly, Jiang Yunchen turned around, Li Siqi couldn't dodge, and his eyes lightly collided with him.
Her breathing couldn't help but stagnate.
However, she quickly recovered, pretending to cough twice, and threw the umbrella back into his hand, while she pretended to be calm and gathered the long hair that was loose by her ears.
Jiang Yunchen finally showed a familiar sneer on Li Siqi's face: "What? Is Miss Li so hungry? In front of the dead, still greedy men?"
It wasn't a day or two for him to speak badly, but Li Siqi felt normal to him in this state.
The embarrassing atmosphere just now was broken. Li Siqi was inexplicably relieved and ignored his ridicule, just saying: "Since there is nothing wrong, I will leave."
As she said, she was about to leave, but was stopped by Jiang Yunchen: "The rain is too heavy and the way down is not safe."
(End of this chapter)