singer of the so-called director of love

When he returned to Yi's house, Jiang Bo waited at the gate as usual.Lan Bing stopped the car, and when Shui Le unbuckled her seat belt to say goodbye to her, she had already opened the door and got out of the car.

"Jiang Bo, hello!"

"Miss Lanbing, please take Miss Lele home, thank you!"

"Uncle Jiang, you are being polite. How is Grandpa Yi's health?"

"The old man is very tough! Since Miss Lan Bing is here, why don't you go in and sit down. The old man just talked about Mr. Shen a while ago."

"Then Blue Ice will disturb you."

Shui Le stood by the open car door, feeling that the world was a bit complicated, until Jiang Bo called her Miss Le Le, and then asked blankly: "Do you know each other?!"

Lan Bing smiled and said nothing, but Jiang Bo said gently: "Miss Lan Bing's grandfather, Mr. Shen, is an old friend of the old man. Miss Lan Bing came to Yi's house as a guest when she was a child." After stopping, the old and the young walked slowly back to the front hall.

Shui Le thoughtfully looked Lan Bing up and down a few times, but hesitated to speak.Lan Bing calmly let her watch, waiting for her to say something amazing.

"Lan, when you were young, I was still a baby, right?"

Lan Bing was confused for a while, "You think I'm old?!"

"Hehe~ No, you are always young and beautiful..." Shui Le walked up to Jiang Bo and took his arm, "Is that right, Jiang Bo?"

Uncle Jiang smiled indulgently, and replied seriously: "Miss Lan Bing is indeed a celestial being, a phoenix among men!"

With Jiang Bo behind his back, Shui Le laughed silently at Lan Bing, his eyes disappeared.Lan Bing had no choice but to say, "Uncle Jiang, please don't bully me~" After speaking, he looked at Shui Le with a half-smile, the threat in his eyes was obvious, Shui Le decided to be honest.

Walking into the front hall, the old man was already standing there waiting, and Ian was standing beside him.It seems that the old man has a very close friendship with Mr. Shen, and he even attaches great importance to Lan Bing.

Shui Le called Grandpa, and after Lan Bing and Ian nodded to each other, they walked up to the old man and bowed respectfully, "Grandpa Yi, Lan Bing greets you on behalf of Grandpa!"

The old man was very pleased, "La Bing girl is so elegant and generous, Mr. Shen is really blessed!"

"Grandpa Yi has won the prize~"

"Jiang Bo has already prepared dinner. If Lan Bing has nothing else to do, let's stay and have dinner together. I can also inquire about Mr. Shen's recent situation."

"Then Lan Bing would be more respectful than obedient~"

While Lan Bing was talking politely to the old man, Shui Le consciously went to Ian's side to review his bad behavior of not answering the phone.Ian arrogantly said nothing, Shui Le nodded and bowed her head in a low voice as best she could, and finally got a vicious warning: "Let's see how I deal with you next time!"

During the meal, Lan Bing had a good chat with the old man, and Shui Le and Ian exchanged glances, and they both captured the sense of seeing adults chatting with each other when they were young.After a meal, Shui Le silently summed up three pieces of information about Lan Bing: First, Lan Bing's parents have been engaged in academic or scientific research work abroad. She grew up abroad and returned to China after becoming a director; Second, Lan Bing looked very powerful. Shui Le felt the huge gap from seven years for the first time. At this time, she seemed to be another person, full of knowledge and wisdom; third, Lan Bing, she , It's really amazing!

Shui Le suddenly had a flash of inspiration. If she and Lan Bing didn't meet because of the fate of the movie, but her grandfather Mr. Shen brought her to Yi's house as a guest, and when they introduced each other in the front hall, wouldn't she want to call She—"Auntie"? !

Shui Le was so frightened by her own imagination that she turned her head and looked at Ian in horror.Ian was baffled, he panicked when he saw him, and blurted out: "What are you doing?" If he knew what Shui Le was thinking, he would definitely want to clean her up right away, and correct her that Lan Bing and her are of the same generation. Calling her "sister" more... It's a pity that the old man's knife-like gaze has swept over, and Ian is speechless.

Shui Le knew that Ian was troubled by her too big a brain, and when she was about to say something to remedy it, Jiang Bo walked in and called "Master", then turned to Shui Le, and said cautiously: "Miss Le Le, Mr. Wen Renqian is visiting, and he is in the front hall."

Shui Le raised her eyebrows, a little surprised, she felt that she had made her words very clear today, and Wen Renqian didn't seem like someone who would be entangled.Ian's face immediately sank, and he stood up aggressively and wanted to go out.Shui Le stretched out his hand to hold him, called his name in disapproval, and then sighed in his heart, Ian really didn't care about anything for her affairs, and then made a decision in the next second .

Shui Le turned to look at the old man, and begged, "Grandpa, shall I handle it?" The old man looked at Shui Le for a while with his wise and firm eyes, and finally responded with a deep voice, "Yes."

Lan Bing heard the name Wen Renqian for the second time today. Even though she really wanted to know everything about Shui Le, she knew that she should take the initiative to leave at this time, so she forced herself to say goodbye to the old man: "Since Grandpa Yi has guests -"

Shui Le interrupted her: "It's okay. Uncle Jiang, please make some tea yourself, let's meet Mr. Ren Wen." After speaking, he walked over to help the old man's hand, motioned for Lan Bing and Ian to follow, and went first lobby.

Jiang Bo replied respectfully from behind: "Yes, Miss Lele!"

Wen Renqian obviously apologized for his taking the liberty to visit Yi's old house. After apologizing, he explained: "When I met Shui Le this morning, Shui Le's attitude was already expressed very clearly. I also told my family I have conveyed it, and the Wenren family has no right to force anything. But no matter what, Shui Le is still my sister Wen Renjing's child. Whether Shui Le is needed or not, I should thank Mr. Yi face to face on behalf of Wen Ren's family for his support of Shui Le for so many years. Thank you for your kindness in nurturing!"

"Wenren is too polite. I treat Shui Le as my own granddaughter. How dare I ask others to be grateful for raising my own granddaughter."

The old man's tone is calm but majestic, and his words are reasonable, Wen Renqian can only respond as a junior.Ian was in a better mood, wishing he could snatch the teapot from Uncle Jiang's hand and refill Wen Renqian himself with a cup of tea.

Wen Renqian pondered for a while, and then spoke again: "My father, an old man with white hair, gave away a black-haired man. He has been guilty for so many years. He finally found my sister's child, but he couldn't ask for it. I have an unfeeling request. , I wonder if Mr. Yi and Shui Le can be successful?"

Shui Le said lightly: "Mr. Wen Ren has something to say."

"My sister died in a foreign country," Wen Renqian said here, inadvertently remembered Shui Le's sentence that no body was collected, and almost couldn't continue, "My father hopes to move my sister's grave back to Wenren's for burial before he is alive, so that Give her a home."

Shui Le put the teacup heavily on the coffee table and made a loud noise. She didn't say a word, and her face was almost gloomy. Ian didn't dare to speak, and only held her shoulder hard.Lan Bing looked at her steadfastly, and quietly clenched the hand she wanted to reach out.

After being silent for a while, Shui Le realized that everyone was looking at her, felt the strength from her shoulders, thought of the decision just made, and suddenly calmed down. "Sorry, I was just a little surprised. Is this what Mr. Wenren meant?"

"It's what my father meant."

"Does he want to move my mother's grave back? Or does he want to move my father's and my mother's graves back together? After all, they were buried together."

Wen Renqian didn't expect her to ask such a question, and was momentarily speechless.

"Also, what do you think is in my mother's grave? Her remains, or her ashes?"

Wen Renqian already realized what she was going to say next, and looked at her in surprise.

"I'm afraid it's hard for you to say that, but there's nothing, not even clothes and jewelry. When a person dies, there's nothing, isn't it?"

It was really hard for Wen Renqian to accept: "How come..."

"You must know something about what happened back then. It was such a horrible thing. No one would care about what happened behind them. I followed my mother's wishes and secretly scattered their ashes in her favorite river. I went. There is only one tombstone in that grave."

A 12-year-old girl, who had just experienced such a horrible thing, lost her parents overnight, was still persistent in helping her mother fulfill her last wish... The person who said it didn't care, but the person who heard it couldn't let it go.

"So I don't think it's necessary to move the grave or something. If Mr. Wenren really wants to do something for peace of mind, he can just set up a memorial tablet at Wenren's house. Although I think it's pointless to do so, my mother also It doesn’t necessarily feel like an honor.”

Wen Renqian tried to retort: ​​"Your mother must also want to go back to her hometown, why wouldn't she want to?"

"I thought about it at first, but I didn't think about it later." Shui Le picked up the teacup and took a sip, it was still lukewarm, Jiang Bo changed it for her, Jiang Bo always like this, meticulous in every detail. "What exactly happened that night, if Mr. Wenren wants to hear it, I don't mind saying—"

"I mind!" Ian stood up suddenly, looked down at Shui Le, his eyes were almost vicious, he felt that he had never been so angry.That's why he didn't believe her. What he was afraid of was never that she would hurt himself, but that she had no intention of dodging when others hurt her.

Even Ian didn't know what happened that night, because she never said anything, didn't talk, didn't vent, and endured all the pain in silence.Ian will never forget how many nights she struggled with tears streaming down her face in her sleep but never murmured even a babble, and how many nights she woke up from nightmares with the desolation in her eyes.At that time, he would always hug her and tell him sister don't cry, sister don't cry, but she always made fun of him afterwards, she didn't know that her tears had already dried up in his arms.

Ian really wanted to open her head to see what was inside, how could she say such cruel words in such an understatement?How many years did it take her to gradually forget the past, and now she wants to say it again?

"Ian, when a person can laugh and talk about the past, he can really let go of the past. You have learned from the heart, haven't you? Although this has nothing to do with psychology... I have no intention of laughing and talking about it." Water Le looked at him seriously, slowly and firmly.

At this time, Lan Bing adjusted her sitting posture without saying a word, and leaned against Shui Le, with her shoulders next to hers, as if she was ready to give her some support at any time.Ian turned his head to look at the old man. The old man only nodded slightly. Ian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and sat down as if giving up.

Shui Le relaxed her body and leaned against Lan Bing, and said slowly: "Actually, they didn't quarrel that day. I remember that it was a rare calm. Father came back very early, but as soon as he entered the door, mother's face changed, but She didn't say anything for the first time." She just clenched her fists tightly and trembled all over, Shui Le felt that her mother was abnormal and terrible, but her father was as indifferent as ever.

"Then we had dinner together, the three of us. Afterwards, my father was watching TV on the sofa, and my mother was sitting next to him quietly peeling fruit. After peeling for a while, she stopped slowly and carefully looked at the fruit knife in her hand. , her eyes gradually turned red." Shui Le carefully observed her mother's face all night, at that moment she felt that she had a premonition, but she didn't have time to change anything.

"Then she stabbed the knife into my father's heart. He was defenseless and looked at his mother in disbelief. The mother cried, and then... repeated it many times." Lan Bing stretched out her arms and hugged her waist tightly. , her eyes were red and painful, and she wanted to stop her from speaking, but she looked into her calm eyes, and couldn't say a word for an instant.

"Don't say any more, don't say any more..." Wen Renqian's face was exhausted, and his voice was overwhelmed.

But Shui Le didn't stop, "After a long time, she turned around and looked at me. I was covered in blood and I couldn't move at all. She said, I'm sorry baby, you close your eyes and it will pass in no time. It won't hurt. Mom will be with you." For some reason, she could clearly remember every word her mother said that day, even her tone and expression.

"I didn't close my eyes. After a while, she said, don't you want to be with your mother, do you want to stay alone, do you want to grow up alone? I didn't answer her. Then she hugged her father's... …The body, say, yes, can you do one thing for your mother? Scatter the ashes of your parents in the river where your mother often takes you, without leaving anything behind, can you do it? I may have nodded, I don't remember, but she smiled immediately." Until now, Shui Le can clearly describe the arc of the corner of the mouth that smiles.

The moment her mother pierced her body, Shuile passed out. "The last thing she said was," Shui Le lowered her head and looked at Lan Bing's hands clasped tightly around her waist, "I have never loved this world, and it treats me the same." Then she felt trapped Wrapped firmly in Lan Bing's arms.

Wen Renqian wept uncontrollably.Shui Lean looked at him quietly, she felt that the sadness she had accumulated in a certain part of her body for a long time, along with Wen Renqian's tears, slowly evaporated in the air at this moment after a long time.