The lightness of the world of mortals

Landing in Haicheng was at [-]:[-] p.m. local time. As soon as Chen Xilin got out of the cabin, he dialed Mingyu's phone number. To his surprise, he dialed through.

She breathed a sigh of relief first.

It was [-]:[-] on a Monday night in Los Angeles, and Mingyu arrived in the afternoon. She wished she could meet Qinghui as soon as she got off the plane. When she called Qinghui, the other party said that something happened today, and she made an appointment to meet Qinghui the next day.

She turned on her mobile phone, not only to contact Qing Hui, but also to talk to Chen Xilin.She calmed down a little on the plane, thinking about her sudden disappearance, Chen Xilin would probably call the police.

"Finally got through, where are you? Are you okay?" Chen Xilin hurriedly walked towards the exit, as if he would see her soon.

"I'm fine, don't worry. But I may not be in touch with you this week."

Chen Xilin was stunned, and his footsteps also stopped, standing still amidst the flow of people rushing out of the customs.

"Why? What happened?"

"Anyway, I'm fine, hang up."

"I'm in Haicheng," Chen Xilin preempted, "I'm in Haicheng now, I'm going to see you."

"...I'm not in China anymore."

During Chen Xilin's pause for a second or two, Ming Yu hung up the phone.

The sound of "ding" made Chen Xilin tremble slightly, and when she dialed again, she turned off the phone.

Standing in the crowd, she turned around and looked back, she thought, or go back again, and thought again, but who knows where she went?She just said that she was no longer in China.

Qinghui met Mingyu the next afternoon, and he invited Mingyu to the cemetery without any formalities or detours.

Ming Yu took the address and searched it on the map, only then did he know that it was a cemetery.She understood that in order to get in touch with the Qing family, she had to go to her biological father's grave and fulfill her previous unfinished obligations. To put it bluntly, Qinghui's tone went smoothly.

She hesitated for a moment, her persistence, or stubbornness over the years, her stubbornness to draw a clear line with the Qing family, her stubbornness to cut off contact with her uncle's family because of this, and her stubbornness to be scolded by the world as a heartless white-eyed wolf... All these persistence and stubbornness will be overthrown today, just because she wants to find out the ins and outs of Qingqing.

does it worth?

She stared at the name of the cemetery on the screen, the fates cemetery, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips and sneer, probably this was the call of fate, and she couldn't escape it after hiding.

At this point, what decision will make you regret more?Forward or backward?When the dying old man on the hospital bed called her, when she arrived at the airport, she refused cruelly. Was it the dying person or herself who refused?I'm afraid it's me and my biological father who let go of each other's chances at the end of their lives, and my mother is not relieved. She thinks that she is not worthy of being relieved in this matter, and neither is her biological father.But what that refusal brought her was at most a break with the Qing family from now on, at most it was a trace of regret that popped up occasionally in her heart, but what about now?What will today's retreat bring?It is the knot that cannot be untied with Chen Xilin, or the knot that cannot be untied with himself.

Ming Yu lived to be in his thirties, and the object of his rivalry would probably always be himself.This is her unique "invincible".

She changed into black clothes and drove to the cemetery.

It was late at night, and Chen Xilin was wearing black silk pajamas, standing in front of Qingqing's photo.

The overhead light illuminated the black satin in a smooth and low-key color, and Chen Xilin's eyes also looked like this black satin, with a light golden starlight shining in the quiet black.

"It's really easy to leave without saying goodbye?" she asked.

"If I'm not doing well, you can tell me."

"Death row inmates can still have defense lawyers."

She took two steps forward, walked to the photo, raised her hand, and took it off.

"Sorry, you can't be here anymore."

The cemetery has been organized into a pleasing place. If you don't think about the masters under the ground, it can be called a pleasant place.

Standing at the door of the small parking lot, Qinghui saw a black convertible driving towards him from a distance. The driver was an Asian woman whose face was covered by sunglasses.

Ming Yu parked the car and walked towards Qing Hui. Her hair was meticulously tied into a ponytail behind her neck, revealing a clean face and a clean temperament.

She stopped not far from Qinghui and looked at him.Qing Hui was younger than expected, only 38 or [-] years old, with a cut-cut haircut, a narrow oval face like that of the Qing family, a pair of tea-brown glasses, and a "Chuan" pattern between his eyebrows.Ming Yu watched him look him up and down, and his eyes fell on his empty hand, the lines of "Chuan" became deeper.

"Hello," she said.

The other party nodded, "I asked you here, I hope you don't mind."

Ming Yu shook his head, "Let's go, where is he?"

She walked behind Qinghui, and Qinghui looked back at her, "There have been fewer rules since my father's generation. Grandpa was buried in Babaoshan. Do you know where it is?" films.

"I know." Ming Yu looked down at the road.

"Oh, you stayed in China until you went to university, right?" Qing Hui continued to walk forward.

"Correct."

The two walked into an arch with some oriental flavor, and inside was a small garden.

"This is the cemetery of the Qing family." When Qing Hui said this, his eyes were filled with emotion.

A little further ahead, Qinghui stopped in front of a plain black marble monument, and respected a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Dad, Mingyu is here to see you."

Ming Yu subconsciously took half a step back. She felt like she was dreaming. Ever since she turned off her mobile phone at the airport and walked back that year, she never thought that she would be able to stand in front of this person's grave one day.

"Talk to him a few words, I'll go over there and have a look." Qing Hui said and left.

Ming Yue stood alone, this place was much more solemn than the outside, which made people feel a little sad invisibly.

"I... have nothing to say," she whispered, "Actually, I never thought about coming to see you. Anyway, that year, the day you died, I knew I was really an orphan."

Her lips trembled slightly, then closed tightly, and said nothing more.Her head was lowered, her fingers touched her thighs and knees, and she just completed a bow.

After a while, Qing Hui came back and stood beside her, "Dad really wants to hear you call him, but I don't force you," he said in a hurry, as if he was afraid of being refuted, "I'm alive I didn’t hear it when I was there, so it doesn’t make much sense to say anything now.”

"I hope you forgive him," he continued, "Papa's bad life in the past years is all to blame for him. You are to blame, and we are to blame too. It's okay to suddenly say that there is such a thing, which is good for me. My mother was hit hard. Her old man has always been in poor health. For me, I have mixed feelings. I used him as a role model when I was young, and my image collapsed. Fortunately, I also got married at that time, and I was a big man. , It’s not so narrow to look at things, and you can figure it out when you think about it,” Qinghui thought for a while, “In fact, it will hurt everyone, but I know it’s even more unfair to your mother, so there’s no objection to that.”

"Forget it, I won't talk about it here." Ming Yue turned around and left.

"Wait a minute, these words should have been fully explained when Dad was alive. Now that you are here today, let's talk about it."

Ming Yu squinted his eyes to look at the photo on the tombstone.

"Actually, Dad has been working hard to atone for his sins in the following years, at least for you. He has been trying to make up for you."

"I know."

"You know part of it. There are some things that my mother doesn't even know. Back then when your uncle contacted him and asked for money for you to pay for it, the 50 and 100 million he gave was all saved by him more than ten years ago. My mother didn’t even know about the private money. He gave all his money to your uncle’s house in those years. Of course, we also heard later that it was not all used on you. Actually, when I was in college, my father didn’t The one who gave me too much money is enough for the most basic expenses, and I want to buy something to earn by myself. He really wants to spoil you."

"After all, it's just money, right?"

"This... I can't refute it if you say it like this. What else can I use at that time? You have to wait for you to recognize him before you say it, right?"

Ming Yue sighed, "How can these things be settled today? I have no contact with my uncle's family. If you say they took...your money, they took some of it, but they raised me It's not easy, plus I've been pointed at by people every day... Anyway, the Ming family did take money from the Qing family. If you think it's wrong, I think I have the ability to repay it now .”

"What are you talking about? I'm telling you this, in front of Dad, because I want you to understand how difficult it is for Dad, and I don't want you to continue to have trouble with him and yourself!"

"……I understand."

"The money should be given by Dad, and we have no objection. It's just that your last approach made us chill."

Ming Yu frowned, the one who should come still couldn't escape.

"Sorry..." She closed her eyes behind her sunglasses.

At this time, Jiang Ruojing and Kent were having fun in the suite of the W Hotel in Koh Samui. They had just finished a two-person spa massage. Chen Xilin was too generous and gave him the most expensive and luxurious package on the island.

Every suite here is equipped with a private swimming pool in the backyard. Jiang Ruojing walked in comfortably and soaked in the water.

"By the way," Kent looked at her on the recliner, "your boss called me yesterday."

"When? Call you? Check me?" Jiang Ruojing replied lazily.

"Just in the afternoon, you slept late in your room. What do you think she is looking for me for?"

"Tell me~"

"Look for Mr. Ming."

Jiang Ruojing paused, "Why did you say it now? Where did Ming Yue go?"

"It's on vacation, but why is your boss looking for her in such a hurry?"

Half of Jiang Ruojing's body was already out of the water, "Did you find it?"

Kent shrugged, "I don't know, do you want to ask?"

"Bring me my phone."

Jiang Ruojing stood in the water and dialed Mingyu's mobile phone, while Kent sat on the recliner and enjoyed it. This was leisure for him, more exciting than spa or food.

The phone was shut down over there, and Jiang Ruojing dialed the numbers in the United States and China in turn, but all of them were turned off.

After thinking about it, she dialed Chen Xilin's cell phone again.

Chen Xilin was stuck in the dark big bed, the curtains were open, the moonlight over the city had long been swallowed up by all kinds of neon lights, and she couldn't find it like her bright moon.

The vibration of the phone ignited her hope, and she turned over to get it as fast as she could, but it was Jiang Ruojing.

She hesitated for a moment, then connected.

"Hey...Mr. Chen...Kent just told me that you looked for him, did you want to find me? I'm sorry I wasn't here at the time..."

"No."

"Oh...then, did Mr. Ming find it?"

Chen Xilin suddenly felt an unknown fire in his heart, wishing he could smash the phone.

But he suppressed it, and said coldly: "Have a good honeymoon, I'm in Haicheng, you don't need to worry about this."

"Ah? Are you in Haicheng?"

Countless thoughts rushed into Jiang Ruojing's mind, business and personal matters were all disturbed by this sentence, she looked up at Kent, Kent pointed to the watch on her wrist, she frowned, and suddenly realized again.

"Oh! It's so late there, I'm sorry to disturb your rest..."

Before finishing speaking, Chen Xilin hung up the phone.

Jiang Ruojing stayed in the water holding his phone.

Ming Yue and Qing Hui were about to leave the garden, and just as they reached the arched entrance, a tall woman came in, wearing a dark blue sleeveless short skirt, with a blue and white silk scarf around her neck, holding a bunch of flower.

Ming Yue seemed to be nailed to the ground, staring at her in amazement, his lips couldn't help parting, and he was about to shout out in the next second.

Isn't that Qingqing?