Mr. Lu's sky-high ex-wife

Lu Nanchen didn't speak.

Holding the urn in his arms, he went upstairs in silence.

Mr. Lu said: "Nanchen, where are you going to take Qianqian's ashes? Since you brought Qianqian's ashes back, we will take her to our Lu family's cemetery for burial, so that she can be buried as soon as possible! "

Lu Nanchen said without turning his head: "Grandpa, let's make arrangements, I want to stay alone with Qianqian for a while."

Grandpa Lu looked at his back, shook his head helplessly and sighed.

People don't know how to cherish when they are alive, but now they start to feel sad when they are dead. What's the use of this?

Mr. Lu immediately contacted to make preparations.

Lu Nanchen returned to the room with Tang Qian's urn in his arms.

Lock the door and draw the curtains.

In the dark room, he hugged the urn tightly in his arms.

He didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just sat on the bed with the urn in his arms.

My mind was empty, I couldn't think about anything, I even seemed to forget how sad I was.

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, he opened the urn and saw the white ashes inside, his eyes were dull.

Tang Qian...is he really dead?

Such a big person turned into such a small pile of ashes.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he could still see Tang Qian standing in front of him alive.

But when he opened his eyes, the living person was gone.

In front of him was just a pile of lifeless ashes.

"Master Lu, the old man has made preparations for sending his wife to be buried. The old man asked me to ask you to send his wife's ashes there."

Outside the door, Lu Zuo's voice came.

Lu Nanchen returned to his senses.

He didn't move, and continued to look at the urn in his hand.

"Master Lu?"

Lu Zuo's voice sounded outside the door again.

Lu Nanchen finally moved.

He went to find a small bottle, put some ashes in it, and then covered the urn and walked out with the urn in his arms.

They drove to the Lu family cemetery.

Everything has already been prepared.

After the ashes were delivered, they were buried directly in the ground.

After the ashes were buried, Mr. Lu also invited Taoist priests to chant sutras.

Lu Nanchen stood silently in front of the brand-new tomb, listening to the sutras, as if something had been taken away from his heart.

His Tang Qian will never come back...

"Nanchen, you can't be resurrected after death, so don't be too sad. Now that Qianqian has been buried, you should also forget the past and start a new life in the future. You can't always be immersed in the pain of the past." Mr. Lu said solemnly Sound persuasion.

Lu Nanchen whispered: "Grandpa, you go back first, I want to accompany her again."

Mr. Lu sighed silently, "If I knew this would happen, I shouldn't have forced you to marry Qianqian, oh..."

Mr. Lu shook his head, but he didn't say anything after all, and was pushed away by someone.

Lu Nanchen knelt in front of Tang Qian's grave, quietly looking at the picture of her smiling like a flower on the tombstone.

That photo was taken when she was in college.

At that time, she was like a little sun, bright and cheerful, as if it could illuminate all darkness, no matter what she encountered, she could face it with a smile.

She who can face everything with a smile, why can't she think about committing suicide just because of such a small joke?

"Tang Qian... I lied to you when I said that I don't love you. If you come back to life, let's start again, okay? I won't lie to you this time, and I don't blame you. Even if you and Xiao Yi I don’t blame you for having a child, as long as you can survive…”

Unfortunately, the dead cannot be brought back to life.

No matter how much he promised, she couldn't give any response.

The sky suddenly began to rain.

The rain was so heavy that it wet all his clothes in the blink of an eye.

But as if he couldn't feel it, he still knelt in front of the grave in despair.

The next morning.

Lu's old house.

After Mr. Lu got up, he saw that it was raining outside. He called the housekeeper and said to him, "Go and call Nan Chen and ask him to come and stay with me. I'm worried that he will be thinking wildly by himself. Heart, he might feel better."

The butler nodded: "Yes, I'll contact you right away."

The butler went to make a phone call.

Soon, the butler came back and reported: "Master, Lu Zuo said that Master Lu never returned from the cemetery, and he is still in the cemetery."

"Lu Zuo said that Master Lu was drenched in the rain all night in the cemetery, no matter how much they persuaded him, Master Lu refused to leave..."

"What?" Old Master Lu's face changed, "He just woke up from a coma for three days. His health is not good. He is still outside in the rain. Does he not want to live?"

"Cough cough cough... You send me to the cemetery quickly, I will persuade him personally!"

The butler said, "My lord, your health is not good. It's raining so much now, you will catch cold when you go out."

"Furthermore, Lord Lu may not necessarily listen to your persuasion. I think it would be more useful to seek advice from peers."

Mr. Lu frowned, "Same age? Do you want Xiao Yi to persuade him?"

Lu Nanchen and Xiao Yi used to be good friends, but since the two had a falling out four years ago, there was only hatred between them and no emotion.

It's impossible for Xiao Yi to persuade Lu Nanchen, it's almost as good for him to gloat!

The butler said, "It's not Young Master Xiao, master, you forgot, Master Lu and the cousin of the Sheng family are also close."

Only then did Mr. Lu come to his senses, and immediately said: "Then you should contact Sheng Yannian quickly and ask him to persuade Nan Chen to pay more attention to his body!"

Butler: "Okay, I'll get in touch right away!"

……

Lu family cemetery.

The heavy rain became heavier and heavier, even heavier than when Tang Qian died.

Lu Nanchen still knelt in front of Tang Qian's grave without saying a word like a drowned rat.

Lu Zuo held an umbrella and knelt beside him, persuading him earnestly: "Master Lu, you go back first, you have been with your wife all night, she must already know what you want, you go back to rest first, after a few days Come see your wife someday, okay?"

Lu Nanchen said in a deep voice: "She must be very scared in this cold place alone, I want to accompany her."

Lu Zuo said: "My wife won't be afraid. My wife is not the only one here. All the ancestors of the Lu family are here. They will accompany and protect my wife."

Lu Nanchen: "They are ghosts, Tang Qian will be afraid."

Lu Zuo: "..." He really wanted to say that Tang Qian is also a ghost now.

But in order not to irritate Lu Nanchen, he could only swallow those words back into his stomach and hold back.

He continued to persuade Lu Nanchen, but no matter how much he persuaded, Lu Nanchen refused to leave.

At this moment, he saw a familiar figure approaching, and said pleasantly, "Master Biao, are you here? Please help me persuade Master Lu, he has been drenched in the rain all night here, and if he continues like this He won't be able to bear it anymore, you can persuade him to go back and rest!"

Sheng Yan said in a young voice: "Well, leave it to me."

Lu Zuo immediately gave way to Sheng Yannian.

Sheng Yannian brought a bunch of chrysanthemums.

He knelt down beside Lu Nanchen, put the chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone, closed his eyes and mourned for a moment.

After that, he looked at Lu Nanchen.

Lu Nanchen said: "Go back, don't persuade me, I'm very calm, I just want to spend more time with her."

Sheng Yannian said: "Don't think too much, I have no intention of persuading you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slashed at the back of his neck unceremoniously.

"you……"

Lu Nanchen glared at Sheng Yannian angrily, but passed out without saying a word.

Sheng Yannian smiled: "I advise you to waste more time."