Dyed

Fu Ran actually understood that Ming Chengyou chose an irretrievable way to destroy her love.

He was completely destroyed, and there was only one way between them.

If she lived happily, he could leave with peace of mind.

The better she is, the better he is.

Fu Ran looked at the aloof Buddha statue with tears in her eyes, "It is said that there will be a miracle. I may be greedy. Can I want two? First, I wish my mother wake up as soon as possible, and second, I wish Ming Chengyou a smooth pass through this test. If it needs to be exchanged, I will use the happiness of the rest of my life, okay?"

For her, her happiness stopped at that night. Fu Ran was only 27 years old in her life, and she could never reach the level of blooming flowers.

She bent down reverently and hit her forehead heavily on the ground.

When she got up, she stared at the tears that were rippling on the brick surface. She didn't know if her prayer would be effective. At least she bet all her future happiness.

Fu Ran took the incense and lit it, and then began to melt ingots.

The choking smoke irritated her eyes sorely, and she felt as if she was going to go blind. Fu Ran knelt on the ground and melted all the folded ingots.

She asked Mother Chen to give a lot of incense money.

He went to worship at another place. When Fu Ran came out of the temple, he met Li Yunling and Butler Xiao unexpectedly. Butler Xiao looked around from the two of them, but finally he didn't speak.

Li Yunling was dressed plainly and had light makeup on her face, but she couldn't hide the haggard and tiredness between her brows. She walked forward without squinting, and Fu Ran made way for them.

A champagne-colored luxury car was parked not far from the monastery. Uncle Wang looked carefully at the man in the back seat from the inside rearview mirror, "Third Young Master, are you okay?"

Ming Chengyou was resting with his eyes closed, his hair was slightly longer in front of his forehead, his thin lips were pursed and then slightly raised, "Uncle Wang, I'm not too weak to take a car."

Uncle Wang felt a little relieved when he heard that.

Li Yunling insisted on coming to Hanshan Temple to offer incense. If it was in the past, Ming Chengyou would not accompany him no matter what. After Li Yunling told him this time, he did not refuse.

Maybe in front of life, he is willing to try anything that can be tried.

Fu Ran walked out with Chen Ma back and forth, and the crowd was crowded. She was wearing very ordinary casual clothes, the colors were not bright, and she was dressed in a very ordinary way.

Ming Chengyou looked out the window, and in one glance, through the gap between people, he only saw Fu Ran.

She put the bag in her hand in front of her abdomen, avoiding flow of people as much as possible, Fu Ran stared at the road under her feet, looked focused, her complexion was still fair, but she was tall, and what happened recently made her look thinner Distressing.

Fu Ran walked up to her, raised her head and glanced casually, and saw a champagne-colored car parked ten paces away, the license plate number seemed familiar.

She stopped in her tracks, and suddenly thought that this was the Ming family's car.

"Miss, hurry up, there will be more people later." Seeing that she was standing still, Chen Ma urged her.

Fu Ran lowered her gaze. After Fan Xian's incident, she clearly left Chen Ma at Fu's house, but she had already started to guard against her in secret.

Fu Ran was squeezed to the side of the car by the crowd, and it happened that the Ming family's car did not park in the parking lot according to the regulations, and her body almost touched the car body. She didn't think there was anything wrong, after all, Uncle Wang would follow Li Yunling up the mountain.

Ming Chengyou could see clearly from inside the car, and Uncle Wang took a careful look at his expression.

When Fu Ran passed the rear seat, he pressed down on the window.

The moment Fu Ran was about to pass by, the black glass slowly descended, and the sudden sunlight from outside made Ming Chengyou's eyes sting, the two were caught off guard, and their eyes just met.

Fu Ran didn't expect him to be in the car at all, Ming Chengyou's face was pale and transparent under the sunlight, and he was so close, but he couldn't reach him with his hand.

The two opened their mouths, but neither of them spoke in a tacit understanding.

Ming Chengyou looked down at Fu Ran's stomach, and he felt a warmth in his heart, and he was extremely relieved.

"Mother Chen, let's go."

At the same time, Ming Chengyou made a gesture to Uncle Wang.

The car window was pulled up little by little, and the last gap cut off all the beauty outside the window. The dark glass did not even let in the warm sunlight.

Fu Ran crossed the car and walked forward, feeling slightly glaring, she squinted her eyes, only to find that the eye sockets were blurred by tears.

Ming Chengyou's eyes watched Fu Ran's figure gradually disappear into the crowd through the rearview mirror, but he could still find her easily, the so-called one-eye view.

"Third young master?" Uncle Wang showed hesitation, "Where did young mistress go, I haven't seen her recently."

"Didn't she just pass by here?" Ming Chengyou was in a trance, and seemed to be muttering to himself.

Uncle Wang shook his head, Ming Chengyou seemed really sick.

His eyes were soaked with sadness, but also mixed with loneliness and relief, look, how good it is.

Forgetting should be easier than falling in love, right?