Report to the president, your actor has run away again

Tongcheng in August is as hot as usual.

Maybe it's God's pity, every year on this day, there will be a gentle breeze blowing, not to blow the cold tombstone of the boy, but to wipe away the tears from the corners of the eyes of relatives. 2

Fu Xin hid behind a tombstone that looked quite new, with his head down and motionless.

With a height of 1.8 meters, the appearance of squatting on someone's grave is a bit wretched.

He has been wandering around here since noon, but when he saw Tang Ruan's figure, he suddenly became timid for some reason, and had no choice but to hide here in desperation. 2

Fu Xin: ""

Fu Xin swallowed silently as he looked at the mugshot of the owner of the tomb who was so close to him.

Brother, let me squat in front of your house for a while, and I will burn paper for you next time. 4

The tombstones in the Chengbei Cemetery are lined up with their backs, and there are green plants between the two rows of tombstones. Tang Ruan can't even see Fu Xin's hair.

He unwrapped the bouquet, took out the lilies one by one, and placed them on the small stone platform in front of the tomb.

The afternoon sunlight was just right, Tang Ruan suddenly felt a little tired, so he simply sat on the floor.

"Brother Meng, it's been five years. I'm only here now, will you blame me?"

Looking at the youthful and handsome smile on the tombstone, Tang Ruan felt as if he had returned to the age of 14 overnight.

Those carefree days were the most precious time in his life.

"I have lived in Germany for a few years. The climate there is not as good as Tongcheng. I always suffer from allergies, and I have little red spots all over my body."

"Brother Meng, do you know, I went to see Baudelaire's exhibition, he is really great, no wonder you liked it so much before."

"By the way, Brother Meng, I have a lovely son. His nickname is Tang Guan'er and his name is Tang Yibin. He's so cute every day. I'll bring it to you next time, okay?"

Tang Ruan talked about his life like a tireless young man.

Although no one will respond to him.

"Sugar Bowl, he looks a lot like you."

Fu Xin was already uncomfortable hiding in such a place, but after hearing these words, he felt even more aggrieved. 2

Those who don't know still think whose son this is.

Forget it, anyway, the three brothers of their family all look alike, and being like Fu Meng is about like him. 3

"Brother Meng, the wind is blowing." 1

On the other side of the tombstone, Tang Ruan's voice lowered slowly.

"Time flies so fast, in a blink of an eye, I'm already 23 years old."

"But what are you, you're still a teenager."

The white fingertips lightly brushed the smiling eyebrows of the man, and the tears finally fell from the corners of Tang Ruan's eyes.

**

But anyone who has been in Tongcheng's high society knows the most prestigious Fu family in the circle.

An ancestral property, a real wealthy family.

But the most famous ones are their arrogant prince and young master who play in the world.

Probably no one would remember that there was once an eldest son in the Fu family, who was truly handsome and the proud son of heaven.

Both Fu Meng and his two younger brothers?