I heard the king is dumb

The car stopped at the gate of the Martyrs Cemetery.An Luo followed Zhong Yi to a tombstone.

"This is my dad."

He pointed to the side.

"This is my mother, that is my grandpa, and that is my grandma."

The tombstone is very clean, as if it is cleaned frequently, especially there are two bunches of flowers in front of the parents' tombstone. The flowers are very fresh, and they should have been put down not long ago.

Someone just came to worship.

Zhong Yi looked at the flowers in front of the stele.

"It should be the child my parents once saved."

An Luo looked at the two people in the photo on the tombstone, with soft eyebrows and a warm smile, which was very different from Zhong Yi's aura. Being raised by such parents, he must be a warm child, but now he has grown into this What exactly has Zhong Yi experienced in the past 20 years?

"Parents, grandparents, this is An Luo, the person I like."

An Luo's heart skipped a beat, Zhong Yi's body temperature came from his palm, seeing his serious eyes, her heart beat wildly.

"Uncle, aunt, grandparents, hello, I'm An Luo, and I'm... the one who wants to spend the rest of my life with Zhong Yi."

"I know that I have a lot of stink problems, and I often make Zhong Yi angry, but... I really like him, so don't worry over there, I will take care of him for you, and I will never let him go. He's sad."

Zhong Yi smiled, the warmth between his brows resembled the two in the photo, this should be Zhong Yi's original appearance.

As the sky was getting dark, Zhong Yi pulled An Luo to leave, but the people behind him stopped in their tracks.

"Zhong Yi."

"Ok?"

"I want to see Xiao Wu, is he here?"

"...he's there."

Zhong Yi pointed to a tombstone in the distance.

"I'll go myself, I want to say a few words to him."

Zhong Yi nodded.

An Luo stopped in front of a relatively new tombstone. The person in the photo on the tombstone smiled gently, like the early morning sunshine. There were only a few words on the tombstone, which seemed few and pitiful compared to other inscriptions.

An Luo caressed the tombstone, his fingers brushed over the lettering on it, the cold touch chilled his heart.

"Xiao Wu, I'm An Luo."

"I'm sorry I haven't been to see you. How are you over there?"

"Thank you so much for loving me."

"Thank you for sending Zhong Yi to me."

"My voice has improved and I will be able to continue singing soon."

"I will write every song in the future with my heart, I hope you will continue to like me, and I will not let you down."

"By the way, if you see a girl named Zi Xin, remember to take care of her for me. I owe you too much."

"Really, I'm sorry you guys."

"Really, thank you!"

The man stood in the distance, leaning against a tree behind him, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and his eyes were fixed on An Luo's direction.The evening wind is mixed with the fragrance of flowers in the distance, stroking the branches and leaves on the trees, swaying into brilliant mottled patterns.

It was already dark when we went back, and the two of them were discussing what to have for dinner.

The off-duty rush hour has not yet passed, and there is not a lot of traffic on the expressway.

Zhong Yi looked at the rearview mirror expressionlessly, which showed the car behind was about to move.

An Luo was looking for a place to eat on her mobile phone, but she didn't find anything wrong.

"Luoluo, put down the phone first, hold on tight, there are dirty things following behind."

Before An Luo understood the meaning of the words, Zhong Yi stepped on the accelerator, and the speed of the car gradually increased.

An Luo watched him decelerate and turn sharply, and speed up around the car. After a few movements, he got off the high speed and drove into the urban area. After making sure that the people behind did not keep up, Zhong Yi slowed down the car.

"Don't look for food, let's go back and do it!"

An Luo was still in shock, and looked at Zhong Yi blankly.

"Aunt Shen said that we have to be restrained these days, and we can't do it anymore!"

Zhong Yi: "...I said let's go back...to cook."

An Luo: "...Oh...then I want to eat your noodles."

Zhong Yi: "Okay, I'll give you something to eat when I get back."

An Luo always felt that there was something wrong with this conversation...

An Tianwang's voice has healed, An Tianwang speaks again, An Tianwang blatantly hates people... Not surprisingly, An Luo once again dominated the headlines of various magazines.

Fans reacted strongly, praying, congratulating, shouting, cheering and bombarding the comment section.

Jiang Cheng didn't have time to worry about where the parties were. The front desk of the company had already been blown up, and the door was surrounded by fans. Watching the company's stock soared, Jiang Cheng was pained and happy. After he finished handling the last media, The whole person collapsed on the sofa.

The phone rang, and it showed that the caller was Zhong Yi.

An Luo was looking forward to how Mu He would make life difficult for him today, but the reality did not meet his expectations.

Coming out of the ward with Jiang Cheng, An Luo happened to see Mu He and his manager walking towards each other.

"Hello Brother Luo." Mu He greeted An Luo, although the tone was light, but it could be seen from the heart.

An Luo nodded and passed him by.

"Aren't you being too cruel to others? This little wolf dog has instantly turned into a little white rabbit!" Jiang Cheng watched Mu He and his manager enter the ward.

An Luo was dumbfounded, regretting that maybe she was really too cruel, and it was really difficult to get along with a child...

"The director's foot fell quite badly. The producer said that your show will be suspended for half a month, and you can continue after the director's foot recovers."

An Luo nodded indifferently.

"So you have half a month to spare, and I will help you sign a variety show."

"Signed?"

"Well, signed!"

This is what An Luo didn't like about Jiang Cheng, and never gave him the right to speak.

An Luo didn't want to talk to him anymore, she left Jiang Cheng and walked forward.

Jiang Cheng felt bitter, but he couldn't say it.

"...Hey, wait for me, let me tell you, you must like this variety show---"

An Luo had disappeared around the corner of the stairs.