After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Nan Chu: "Why is it different?"

Lu Zhilu looked unhappy, "You and Su Jingnian took the initiative to meet, and there are only two of you. Ye Xuechu was called by Lao Lin."

The intimacy between holding an umbrella and riding in a car is completely different.

What's more, there was Lao Lin sitting in his passenger seat.

Nanchu looked at him hesitantly, "Are you jealous?"

"No."

"Then you only allow state officials to set fires, but don't allow people to light lamps."

Lu Zhilu frowned, "I don't want to set a fire, but you really want to light a lamp. That's the difference, understand?"

Nan Chu subconsciously retorted: "...You are not me, how do you know that I want to light a lamp?"

She had some thoughts written all over her face.

Of course he saw it.

After three years of marriage, how had she ever really forgotten Su Jingnian?

When I was lying next to him, I called out Su Jingnian's name a few times in my dreams. Didn't you want to light the lamp?

The so-called thinking day and night.

If you don’t think about it during the day, how can you think about it at night?

Thinking of this, Lu Zhilu's face became a little colder: "Okay, don't meet that person named Su again in the future."

"..."

Nan Chu wanted to refute him, but he and Ye Xuechu were still seeing each other.

But then I thought about it, in the future?

Not anymore anyway.

From now on, if he sees Ye Xuechu again, he will have nothing to do with her.

After coming down from the escalator, a stage was set up in a circle in the shopping mall. Several children wearing beautiful and bright silks were dancing classical folk dances. Each child looked youthful, energetic and enthusiastic.

Nan Chu looked at them and suddenly remembered his childhood.

Meng Jingyi also danced very well in classical dance, but unfortunately she died at home willingly. Now she wants to dance, but she can’t dance anymore, her waist is stiff, and she can’t keep up with her physical strength.

If you had danced with a dance troupe and become a pillar when you were young, you might have become a dancer now.

It's a pity that Nan Jian'an deceived him, and he dug his own grave because of his love.

She also asked Meng Jingyi what was so good about Nan Jian'an.

Meng Jingyi said that her family's financial situation was not good at that time, so she joined a dance troupe early to earn a salary. She had good qualifications, and after dancing for several years, she became somewhat famous in the industry.

Nan Jian'an actually came here because of her reputation and was her fan. As time went by, Nan Jian'an began to pursue her passionately.

There were several brothers and sisters in her natal family, and her parents asked Nan Jian'an to provide a one-million-dollar gift to allow them to get married.

A few decades ago, asking for a million dollars in gift money was like asking for a lion's mouth.

But it happened that Nan Jian'an reaped the dividends of the times. In that golden era, he went into business and earned the first pot of gold in his life.

He readily paid the bride price and married Meng Jingyi, a beautiful girl, into his family.

Two years before the marriage, Meng Jingyi quickly became pregnant and gave up her career as a dancer.

I thought my life would continue happily like this.

But pregnancy made her originally slender waist thicker. She stayed at home day after day and became slovenly. Nan Jianan quickly lost patience and interest in her. When Meng Jingyi was pregnant, Nan Jianan was looking for someone outside again. A beautiful young one.

Their life is like this, they live a happy life with good times and bad times.

It was probably retribution. Later, Nan Jian'an's career got worse and worse. He had to pay for whatever he did.

Now that I think about it, Nan Jianan really loved Meng Jingyi.

It’s just that there is no love without reason in this world. He fell in love with the dancer Meng Jingyi who shined on the stage. He fell in love with the young and beautiful Meng Jingyi.

That love is like a whim of wind, it has come and been warm, but it has been blown away unconsciously.

But as for Meng Jingyi, she had invested her whole life in this whim.

Probably because she felt sorry for Meng Jingyi, the circles under Nan Chu's eyes turned red unconsciously.

As soon as Lu Zhilu turned around, he saw her crying secretly, hating that iron could not make steel: "I won't let you meet that person named Su. Are you so sad?"

That guy dumped her without saying a word for the sake of his own future. He left her for five years. Why was she crying?

He never considers himself to be a gentleman, and someone who talks about benevolence, justice and morality may not necessarily be a gentleman.

But he, Lu Zhilu, had never made anyone wait, and those who had to wait were probably not good matches.

Are you crazy? Whose youth is not youth? Youth is not for waiting, but for wanton squandering and fun.

Nan Chu was also stupid to wait for someone with no results.

Nan Chu: "..."

Lu Zhilu was puzzled: "Still staring at me? Is it worth crying for a man who ran away from battle?"

Nan Chu: "I'm not crying because of Su Jingnian."

"Be tough."

"..."

Lu Zhilu saw her eyes were red and didn't want to care, but he felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart.

He reached for her, pulled her into his arms, looked down at her and said, "Is it ridiculous to cry for another man in front of me? Didn't I say that I would take you to buy lottery tickets after dinner later? If you win the prize, tonight Invite me to watch a movie.”

Nan Chu thought that he would take Ye Xuechu's "big client" to see it with him, so he said, "You can go see it with your client."

After having a full meal at night, she no longer wants to be a doormat.

Lu Zhilu laughed angrily and got closer to take a closer look at her face.

Breathing each other, they suddenly came closer.

Nan Chu's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, "Is there something dirty on my face?"

Lu Zhilu commented thoughtfully: "This face is quite handsome, but it's a pity that he has a mouth that can talk."

"........."

Nan Chu's lips twitched slightly, "Both each other."

……

Hutchison Restaurant, in a private room.

After Lu Zhilu and Nan Chu came back, the dishes were just ready.

Lin Mubei flew to Chou Country to study when he was young. Although these dishes are very common in China, they are a bit unfamiliar to him.

One of the dishes was the Sichuan dish Maoxuewang, which he had never eaten before.

Lin Mubei took a bite and felt it was a bit spicy, "What kind of dish is this? What are the red lumps in it?"

Nanchu said: "This is Maoxuewang, and the red lumps are made of duck blood."

There was obvious disgust in Ye Xuechu's eyes, "Duck blood? How can you eat it when it's so dirty? And there are coriander and garlic in it. Don't you know that Zhilu hates eating coriander and garlic the most?"

Nan Chu was startled.

She really doesn't know.

After three years of marriage, Lu Zhilu actually didn't understand her, and she didn't understand Lu Zhilu either.

She suddenly remembered.

One time when she went back to Yujingyuan for dinner, Qiao Yu told her that Bo Hanshi said that Lu Zhilu didn't eat onions.

Bo Hanshi knew that he didn't eat onions, and Ye Xuechu knew that he didn't eat coriander and garlic.

It was ironic that she, Mrs. Lu, who had been sleeping with him for three years, knew nothing about his taste.

In fact, only Nan Chu is used to the taste of this Chinese food.

Lin Mubei, an old Liuzi, just came back and couldn't handle such spicy food, but people like them are very good at saving face. They are gentlemen and polite, alienated and cold to the core. They are the same type of people as Lu Zhilu.

Not only did they not show any displeasure, they even praised the restaurant in Nannan Primary School as a good one and said they would meet again next time.

Wait until they leave.

Nan Chu was a little apologetic: "The Chinese food I recommended doesn't seem to be suitable for your taste. Please go back and help me tell him about the poor hospitality."

Next time I ask her to recommend it, she won't ask again.

Lu Zhilu stood there, chewing on a cigarette, with a faint smile on his face, "You don't even know what I like to eat, so why do you care about what I like to eat? Let's go, I'll take you to buy lottery tickets."

"..."

This man seems to always be open-minded and fearless.

Nan Chu walked behind him, looking at his swaggering back, and even envied him for a moment.

Lu Zhilu was like a strong man in this world, walking freely in front of all the rules, carelessly and calmly.