imaginary lover

"Do you still want to go, Master Wei?" Shang Siyuan raised the things in her hands and shook them, "They never accept them."

"Go ahead. This is a sea burial object I recently asked the port to send over. It is well-made. Maybe May will be interested."

Shang Siyuan said goodbye to the young master, left the headquarters, and drove to Qiying.

Li Yunwei entrusts Shang Siyuan to visit May in Qiying from time to time, and give some thank you gifts to repay her life-saving grace.And May has been refusing to show up, nor accept what Shang Siyuan brings.On the contrary, Uncle Rong came out politely and thanked him to ease the embarrassment, and those gifts were sent back as they were sent.

Shang Siyuan felt that what she was doing was useless and meaningless.

That's why I was so surprised when I met May at the door.

"Uncle Rong led the team to the pier today, and there is no one left at the mansion to answer the door." May shrugged and explained, "You come in and sit, and I just want to have a talk with you."

"Master Wei brought it to you," Shang Siyuan pushed the gift box over after she sat down, "I said you would like it."

"Hey...he really has a heart." May took out the object inside, it was a delicately carved ornament, she played with it for a while, then put it back into the package and said seriously, "Give it back to him, and Shang Siyuan , you can send me a message to tell him not to send any more in the future, and I won’t accept it after all.”

"This is the wish of Master Wei, I hope you can accept it." Shang Siyuan refused to give up.

"There's nothing to take." May frowned, "If you don't bring it back, I'll just return it to Uncle Qiongyu." She stood up, "If there's nothing else, please go back."

Shang Siyuan sat still in a slightly disrespectful manner. She looked up into May's eyes and asked, "May I ask, do you like Master Wei?"

"The last time you had an argument, was it because of... me?" Through stood in the glow of the setting sun and asked Li Yunwei.

Li Yunwei looked at him, the light was dim and thick, enveloping Through, as if he was distracted a little, he would merge into this bright light and disappear into nothingness.

Subconsciously, she reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him to sit beside her.

"It's none of your business." Li Yunwei said lightly.

"I shouldn't have come back." Through was a little annoyed.

"I said it has nothing to do with you. It's all old accounts. He can't erase his mistakes. He should blame himself for it for the rest of his life. Otherwise, why would he stay here and dictate my affairs?" Li Yunwei said with a little resentment. And he couldn't bear the slumped figure of his father appearing in his mind.

"Young master, you shouldn't hold grudges against the master." Through said, "If it is because of me that your relationship with the master is affected, then I should blame myself, and I should go..."

Li Yunwei raised his hand to block his words: "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything." He stood up, "Don't keep thinking about what you have and what you don't have. If you have that spare time, why not think about what posture to use tonight." He watched Through blushing triumphantly, then walked out of the room, closing the door softly.

"Where's my father?" asked the servant.After much deliberation, Li Yunwei decided to have another conversation with his father, firstly for Through, and secondly to apologize for his own indiscretion.

"Master, he went to the cemetery." The servant leaned forward and said.

"What?!" Li Yunwei was annoyed by Li Qiongyu's frequent visits to Chen Meifang's cemetery, "Why are you going again?!"

The servant was confused: "Master's tomb, this should be the first time I have visited it."

"My mother's tomb?"

The accompanying servants stood beside the convoy in the open field, staring curiously at Li Qiongyu who was facing the tombstone in the distance.

It is very rare for the master to come to mourn in front of his wife's grave in person, let alone standing silently for a long time.

Li Qiongyu's mind is very chaotic, it seems that the fragments engraved with traces in the past years are all spinning like a lantern, and the content is accumulating more and more, and the speed is getting faster and faster, finally forming a blurred circle of light, which becomes a bright spot reflected in the eyes .

This woman, Zhang Wensheng, who was deeply disappointed by her, fell asleep for such a long time, and she didn't know whether it was cold or not, and whether she would feel lonely.

Maybe as long as I have liked Chen Meifang, Zhang Wensheng has liked me for as long, and even longer.And Chen Meifang left all the melancholy to Zhang Wensheng.

She is not as gentle as Meifang, nor is she as good-looking as Meifang.The only thing she surpasses Meifang is her heart that loves Li Qiongyu deeply.

But the heat of this heart was cooled to ice bit by bit by Li Qiongyu in getting along day and night.

Heartache.Li Qiongyu opened his mouth to say sorry, but then he thought about what qualifications he had, so he reluctantly curled the corners of his mouth and showed a wry smile.

If she had forgiven me, she should have lived then.

This apology, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to say it again.

The servants on standby behind him suddenly saluted and made way for Li Yunwei.

Li Yunwei walked over slowly, watching his father's figure gradually enlarge into an ordinary appearance in his field of vision.

"Father..." he read, breaking the peace around him.

Li Qiongyu was a little surprised by the arrival of his son, he turned around and looked at him.

The father Li Yunwei saw looked tired, as if he had just been drenched in the intense rain of exhaustion.

"To see your mother?" Li Qiongyu squeezed out a smile, "Alright, let's visit her often, lest she be alone, too lonely."

"Father..." When did so many white hairs grow on the temples?

"I'm sorry for that birthday..." Li Qiongyu lowered his eyes, like a child who did something wrong in front of his son, he apologized, as if he was speaking to his son, or to a person lying on the cold ground.

"Father..." Why are you so humble?Why is the voice so bitter that it seems vulnerable?

"For so many years, I'm sorry..." Li Qiongyu read with a hoarse voice.

"Father..." Li Yunwei stretched out his hand to rub something dripping down his cheek, and wet the back of his hand.

why i cry

This man is my father.And I actually forced him to this point, let him suffocate in the pain of the past for a long time.What did he do wrong?A truly heinous person will not repent to the point of embarrassment.And he, no.

Li Yunwei stepped forward and hugged Li Qiongyu, warming his coldness with his own body.He lost a lot of weight, and his originally strong body was too thin.

Realizing this made Li Yunwei's heart throb.

"Father, let's go back." He said softly, his tone gentle and gentle.

Back at the mansion, Li Yunwei put his father on the bed, and his father curled up under the quilt, looking weak and helpless.

Li Yunwei felt guilty in his heart, and regretted his contradicting. Perhaps it was because I hadn't thought carefully about Through.Such unscrupulous presumptuousness is meaningless except to control the media to have a full meal, and it will breed troubles instead.

Father was right after all.

If you love deeply, you can't cause harm by your own willfulness and bring too much pressure to the loved one.

So Through, is it tiring to be with me like this?

and me like this...

Li Yunwei felt sad, and he walked into his room.

No one is empty.