I Really Didn’t Want to be Born Again

Xiao Chen, is it true or false?

Wang Zibo asked with surprise on his face: When will Shishi over there accept me?

That's not clear.

Chen Hansheng shook his head: But it should be soon. It just lacks a natural opportunity. How did the relationship between you couple heat up?

What a bitch man and woman!

Wang Zibo murmured dissatisfiedly, and then said happily: I will talk to you when I get back from sweeping the grave. Senior Sister Gao and the others are waiting now.

Looking at Wang Zibo's generous back, Chen Hansheng sneered: There is nothing you can hide from me, Mr. Bao!

After getting on the bus, Chen Hansheng naturally took the driver's seat, Xiao Yu'er took the passenger seat, and Wang Zibo, Bian Shishi, Gao Wen, and Li Na were all squeezed into the back row. In fact, it wasn't too crowded, but the weather outside was not very good.

The sun, which was still clear in the sky yesterday, suddenly disappeared today. The clouds are pale gray-white, with a slight yellowish gloom. In the city of Jianye, the weather is almost always like this during Qingming Festival and December 13th.

The carriage was relatively quiet, perhaps because of the mourning of the Tomb Sweeping Day. No one was talking very happily. Only the car radio was playing classic songs from the 1980s and 1990s such as Tsai Chin and Lin Yilian. As we approached Puchue Temple, we finally stopped. A little misty drizzle.

Chen Hansheng felt a little dull. He opened the car window and let in some cold rain. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He didn't forget to throw one to Wang Zibo behind him.

Snapped!

Xiao Yu'er slapped Chen Hansheng's thigh and furrowed his eyebrows in displeasure.

Hey, Wang Zibo wants to smoke.

Chen Hansheng smiled coquettishly, and habitually passed the blame to his best friend.

fart!

Wang Zibo muttered dullly.

Bian Shishi smiled beside her. For the first time, she felt that the friendship between boys was also very loving.

After parking the car and arriving at the entrance of the Pujue Temple Cemetery, Professor Sun and Wu Yimin were already waiting under the sycamore tree, as well as silly girl Sun Tangtang, who had no idea about tomb sweeping.

He looked at the people entering with blank expressions.

Han Sheng is here.

Professor Sun Biyu was dressed in black with silver-white hair. She stood straight in the cold rain and naturally had a serious and dignified temperament.

She was also carrying a red plastic bag in her hand, which also contained some paper money.

Wu Yimin looked a little confused, with a small white flower tied on her chest. She may have been unfamiliar with the traditional Qingming Festival sacrifices in China over the years in foreign countries.

Ang, just arrived.

Chen Hansheng put away his sunglasses and said loudly: I brought some cigarettes, Xiao Yu'er brought some wine, and we all bought some paper money and fruits. I will have two drinks with Mr. Wu later.

Well, you all have your heart.

Professor Sun nodded, with some gentleness flashing in his eyes.

After Gao Wen heard this, she and Li Na looked at each other without speaking.

When going up the mountain, Chen Hansheng signaled Wang Zibo to help Professor Sun get something. Wang Zibo went over obediently. Professor Sun Biyu was not familiar with Wang Zibo before and thought he was a college student who often came to the law firm to play, but Bian Shishi didn't seem to pay attention to him.

But this time, she looked at Wang Zibo, then at Bian Shishi, and handed the bag in her hand to Wang Zibo.

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When we arrived at the cemetery of Professor Sun’s husband, Mr. Wu Jingzhi, some flowers and fruits were already placed here. It may be that former students came to visit.

Professor Sun was obviously a little more excited than before. Xiao Rongyu was a little worried, so he walked to the old lady and supported him thoughtfully.

fine.

Professor Sun said softly, and she took out a rag from the bag and prepared to clean the marble tombstone.

Old lady, let me do it.

Chen Hansheng came over and said.

Professor Sun shook her head. She had to do this by herself every year.

Chen Hansheng did not force himself and asked Wang Zibo to trim the pine tree next to him. Professor Sun wiped it very carefully. It seemed that every movement contained nostalgia and affection, and he was still mumbling to himself.

Old Wu, I'm here to see you again. Yimin and Tangtang are here today. They have returned from the United States. You can rest assured now.

This is Xiao Yu'er and Han Sheng. When I see Xiao Yu'er, I think of myself when I was young.

I have been busy with a lawsuit recently, which is both public and private. I believe that if you were still here, you would definitely support it!

Old Wu, how are you doing over there? I haven't dreamed about you for a long time...

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As Professor Sun spoke, he took off his reading glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes. This old couple, who had lived together through the war-torn years, had a deep love that transcended the distance between life and death.

Xiao Chen...

While Xiao Rongyu comforted Professor Sun, he looked at Chen Hansheng with tears in his eyes, his delicate face full of grievances.

Chen Hansheng sighed, walked over and took Xiao Yu'er's hand.

Xiao Rongyu also held on tightly. This unabashed sense of dependence made Wang Zibo envious. He couldn't help but glance at Bian Shishi with his peripheral vision. Bian Shishi seemed to have noticed something and turned his head. Some blushing.

The light rain was still as wet as thin threads. Xiao Rongyu held an umbrella for the old lady, and Chen Hansheng held an umbrella for Xiao Rongyu. Half of his own shoulders were exposed, which made him feel comfortable.

Wu Yimin was still a little unfamiliar at first, but looking at Mr. Wu's photo on the tombstone, the memories of his childhood finally came back bit by bit. Thinking about what he had experienced over the years, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

After Professor Sun calmed down, he looked at Chen Hansheng and Xiao Rongyu holding hands, and suddenly said with emotion: Hansheng, Xiao Yu'er, you have to manage this relationship well. Many young people nowadays just live too much. It’s clear that the magnetic field that led to love has deteriorated. Before Jingzhi’s death, we often walked hand in hand.”

Yes, at the 100th anniversary ceremony of Dongda University, there was a photo of you and Professor Wu walking hand in hand at dusk.

Xiao Rongyu said with longing: Xiao Chen, we will do this in the future.

Ho ho, that's natural.

Chen Hansheng grinned: I'm afraid I won't be able to walk by then. Remember to buy me the best wheelchair. It must be an electric one, so you can push it easily, and I can also do a wheelchair drift to attract attention. ·····”

Huh, you've never been serious!

Xiao Yu'er really wanted to take a bite out of Chen Hansheng, but such a romantic scene was muddled by a gag.

After Wu Yimin finished crying and kowtowed with Sun Tangtang, other people who were not related by blood began to bow and burn paper.

All the procedures were over. Chen Hansheng took out two transparent small wine cups, opened the Moutai bottle with a bang and said: You all step back, I want to talk to Professor Wu. I don't know why, but when I saw I feel more cordial to Mr. Wu’s photos.”

At first, everyone was quite moved, because Chen Hansheng was squatting in front of the tombstone, pouring glasses of wine, lighting cigarettes one by one, and still chattering. Even Wu Yimin had a higher opinion of Chen Hansheng.

Although this boy is a naughty boy, he never expected to respect his father so much.

Only Wang Zibo and Xiao Rongyu had something strange in their eyes. They knew Chen Hansheng better. Xiao Chen was filial, but his targets were only Chen Zhaojun and Liang Meijuan.

After fifteen minutes, Professor Sun felt that it was no longer necessary. She was about to call Chen Hansheng, and Xiao Rongyu also walked over to accompany her.

As soon as the two of them came closer, they heard what Chen Hansheng said.

Mr. Wu, although we didn't know each other before, but you drank so much of me just now, you should be considered familiar.

I encountered a troublesome thing recently, which made me really depressed. I couldn't sleep well at night.

You have drunk alcohol and smoked cigarettes. Can you do me a small favor? Go and take away a fat man named Hong Shiyong from the New Century Electronics Factory at No. 157 Industrial Avenue, Jiangling District tonight.

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(One more chapter tonight~)