Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

Shen Nuo noticed something wrong with Shen Rui's expression early in the morning. When he almost fell into the pit again, Shen Nuo said, "Xiao Rui."

"Huh?" Shen Rui turned to look at her, his handsome face showing no signs of strangeness: "Sister, what's wrong?"

Shen Nuo looked at him with clear eyes, as if she could see into his heart: "What happened last night?"

Shen Rui was startled for a moment, then smiled: "Sister, what are you talking about? What could happen? I just had a nightmare and couldn't rest well."

"is it?"

"Well," Shen Rui said, "Sister, don't worry, I'm fine."

Shen Nuo's gaze paused on his green and black eyes, then stood up and took the thing in his hand: "Go back and rest."

Shen Rui pursed his lips: "I'm fine."

"Obey," Shen Nuo's voice was gentle but unquestioning: "Go back."

Shen Rui wanted to say something else, but Shen Nuo said: "If you don't go back, I will ask Qin Siyu to knock you out and send you back."

Shen Rui: "......"

Qin Siyu on the side: "..."

He looked at Shen Rui calmly: "Do you need help?"

Shen Ruijun's face darkened and he gritted his teeth: "No need!"

Qin Siyu raised his eyebrows slightly: "That's really a pity."

Shen Rui was so angry that he turned around and went down the mountain with a dark face.

Shen Nuo looked at his brother's angry back and was slightly speechless: "Why are you deliberately angry with him?"

Qin Siyu firmly refused to admit it: "Yes?"

Shen Nuo rolled her eyes at him and didn't want to talk to him.

If he hadn't meant it just now, she would have written the word "Shen Nuo" backwards.

Qin Siyu chuckled and held her hand as she was about to continue digging: "You rest first, I'll do it."

Shen Nuo made a movement and brushed his hand away: "No, I want to do it myself."

Qin Siyu's eyes dimmed and he did not continue to persuade her, but just continued with her in silence.

One day later, there was a newly planted loquat tree at the cemetery on the mountain. It was lush and green and looked particularly pleasant.

Two days later, the potted plants and porcelain bottles carrying the ashes of Shen Jiuqing and Guo Man were sealed into a golden nanmu coffin.

On this day, the sky that had been clear for two days became gloomy and rained again. Small drops of water were pattering on the ground. As the coffin was sealed into the ground bit by bit, the rain became heavier and heavier, as if the sky was also there. sad.

Shen Rui and Shen Nuo knelt beside the cemetery, letting the rain wash away, seeming to cry, but as if nothing happened.

Shen Nuo and Shen Rui didn't notify anyone about this funeral, but Xia Qing got the news from somewhere and came anyway.

Came here with Si Yimo.

Then came Tong Rumeng, Gu Jing and the unexpected Yan Moyu.

Xia Qing's face was a little sickly pale, and the gorgeous charm of the past was tinged with a touch of fragile softness, but his eyes were still firm and open, as if he would never fall.

She didn't say anything more. After lighting the incense, she stood aside and stayed with Shen Nuo in silence.

Si Yimo looked very unhappy, but he didn't force her to leave.

Tong Rumeng looked at Shen Nuo and felt very uncomfortable. When she turned around and saw Xia Qing, she was startled. She raised her leg to walk in the direction of Xia Qing, but Gu Jing held her hand.

Tong Rumeng looked at Gu Jing, who shook his head slightly at her.

Tong Rumeng pursed her lips and fell silent.

Yan Moyu came last. Shen Nuo was slightly startled when he saw Yan Moyu: "You..."

Yan Moyu squatted in front of her, reached out and gently rubbed her head: "Don't be sad."

Shen Nuo lowered his eyes and trembled his eyelashes slightly: "Yes."

Yan Moyu raised his head and glanced at Qin Siyu, who was standing behind Shen Nuo. A complicated look flashed through his eyes, but he didn't say anything. He was also standing behind Shen Nuo.

Time passed by bit by bit, and the rain kept falling. Shen Nuo slowly stood up and said softly: "Let's go."

As they left, Shen Nuo and Shen Rui looked back at the cemetery covered by loquat trees, but their eyes filled with moisture were filled with emotions that sounded like crying and laughing.

After just one glance, they turned and left.

In my memory, the young woman liked loquat trees very much, and she asked the gentle and elegant man to plant one, but the man turned dark and said: "Don't make trouble, this tree is unlucky."

The woman was slightly stunned: "Why?"

The man didn't want to answer, but the woman said: "If you don't tell me, I will plant ten or eight trees at home now."

The man laughed angrily at her, stretched out his hand and pinched her face: "I will give you eight out of ten trees. You plant one and I will pull out one."

The woman was not annoyed and even asked with a smile: "So why?"

The man didn't hesitate, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he took out a collection of essays, pointed to a few sentences from one of the articles, and said, "Read it yourself."

The woman lowered her head curiously and saw an essay written by Gui Youguang, "Xiang Ji Xuan Zhi", which wrote: "...there is a loquat tree in the courtyard. My wife planted it when she died, and now it is as tall as a canopy."

The woman was startled for a moment. After a moment, she smiled and looked up at the man: "Jiuqing, will you plant a loquat tree for me in the future?"

The man held her hand and said softly: "I won't let you leave before me. When I die, you can plant a tree next to my grave."

The woman did not argue with him about who would die first, but asked, "Don't you think it's unlucky?"

"Yeah," he responded, "But you like it."

The woman was stunned, and the man held her in his arms, resting his chin on her head, and whispered: "You will be buried with me after all, Manman."

The woman smiled and nestled into his arms: "Yes."

The loquat trees were ringing, and the past seemed to condense the figures of two men and women above the cemetery. With the sound of wind and rain, they gradually moved away and dissipated in the boundless margins.

Shortly after Shen Nuo and the others left, a tall and straight figure appeared in front of the cemetery.

The man has a wonderfully handsome face, every part is extremely delicate, and his cold temperament seems to be colder than the wind and rain.

He knelt down on one knee in front of the cemetery with a burning incense and bowed three times. Finally, he inserted it into the incense burner and sat on the grass nearby. He looked at the two names on the tombstone in silence: Shen Jiuqing and Guo Man.

A bright flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, followed by a roar of thunder.

There was a "boom", and the man's face was reflected through the dimming electric light.

Cold and handsome, silent and cold, it was Mo Yu who disappeared from Shen Rui's room two nights ago.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Shen Rui knelt in front of the ancestral hall. When thunder and lightning flashed, he suddenly raised his head and glanced out the window, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

He looked at the two tablets in front of the ancestral hall and whispered: "Dad, Mom, I said the wrong thing to an important person a few days ago. Do you think I should apologize to him?"

The air is quiet, with only the sound of rain accompanying me.

Shen Rui pursed his lips, and his voice seemed to contain some grievance: "But it was obviously him who made the mistake first, how could he..."