Divorce, I'm a fake double [Entertainment]

"Master, go to the Eastern Suburb Cemetery. If there is a candle shop on the way, please stop by."

"okay."

The master driver glanced at the young man getting into the car from the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but sigh a little. Going to the cemetery alone to pay homage at a young age probably lost his parents.

Lu Wanghe wore a mask and checked the messages on his phone.

Before crossing, he was very busy with work, and often couldn't go to the cemetery to worship on his mother's memorial day due to work reasons. Now that he has survived the catastrophe, and his mother's cemetery is in a nearby suburb, he wants to take this opportunity to visit.

The boy was wearing a peaked cap with the brim pressed down so low that it almost covered most of his face.

He didn't notice that on the empty road in the early morning, there was a black Volkswagen following him at a distance of about 50 meters. As he turned to a remote mountain road, he drove towards the Eastern Suburb Cemetery...

"Boss Fu, Mr. Lu seems to be heading towards the Eastern Suburb Cemetery." The assistant turned the steering wheel and glanced at the young man sitting in the co-pilot out of the corner of his eye.

The young man, who had hardly slept all night, was still meticulously dressed in a suit, his phoenix eyes were bloodshot, but he didn't show any signs of fatigue. He seemed ready to enter the conference room to preside over a company meeting at any time.

"Follow."

The assistant cranked up the horsepower: "Boss Fu, if the person Mr. Lu is going to pay homage to is Lu Songyu's mother, you..."

Fu Jingmo pressed his eyebrows, and said in a cold voice, "You want to tell me that ghosts and gods can't be trusted, right?"

Whether it's rebirth after death, or soul possession, it seems that the plots only appear in novels and TV dramas.

"...I'm afraid that Mr. Lu will know that the person you like is Lu Songyu, and arrange all this deliberately."

"Even Huo Yuan didn't find out about Lu Songyu's mother's memorial day. How could he be able to find out about a person whose parents both died when he was young and who was in debt from gambling?"

"What's more, I have already explained to the Huo family that I know that Lu Wanghe pretended to be Huo Yuan and married. The Huo family is not a fool, so there is no need to lie to me about Lu Wanghe."

"This little gambler, his personality has changed a lot since he came to me, and many of his habits have changed. I..."

Fu Jingmo's voice paused, only to realize that his hands had clenched into fists at some point.

"I prefer to believe that he is Lu Songyu."

The car stopped outside the Eastern Suburb Cemetery.

In March of Yangchun, the area around the south of the Yangtze River has entered the rainy season, and fine raindrops floated up in the dark sky, covering the entire cemetery built on the mountainside with a layer of gray mist.

Lu Wanghe got out of the car, the icy rain on his face made the young man shiver suddenly, and he subconsciously protected the incense candle he just bought in his hand.

It hadn't rained when he left the hospital, so he didn't bring an umbrella to go out, so he could only pray that the rain wouldn't be too heavy, lest the incense sticks go out before they were lit.

"Boss Fu, Mr. Lu has already gone in."

Fu Jingmo pushed open the car door, took a black umbrella in the car, and said lightly: "I'll just follow by myself, you don't have to follow."

"Okay, Mr. Fu."

This cemetery was built more than ten years ago. Later, many cemeteries with complete facilities were built. Many mausoleums here have been moved out, and few people come to visit the tombs to worship.

The stone steps were covered with slippery moss, and half-knee-high weeds grew beside the grave, soaking the icy rain with a fresh scent of grass and trees.

Fu Jingmo followed so far away that from Lu Wanghe's position, he was probably just a black shadow, and his face could not be seen clearly in the vast rain and fog.

After a few moments, Lu Wanghe stopped in front of a grave, not minding the dampness of the dust on the ground, knelt down on one knee and placed the bought flowers and incense candles on the floor.

He quickly took out the lighter from his trouser pocket and lit the candle.

"Mom, I haven't seen you for two years, right? Do you no longer recognize me?"

Lu Wanghe pulled out the overgrown weeds with his hands, and wiped off the dust on the stone tablet with the rain.

"I haven't had a bad life in the past two years, but I am too busy with work, and I often don't take a few days off throughout the year. I told you when I was young, my future dream is to be an actor, and I really did it. Cannes actor, Is your son powerful?"

"It's a pity...God may have thought that he treated me too well, and didn't want me to have a smooth journey, so he arranged for a car accident for me, and made me cross into another person and start my life again."

"I'm still an actor, and our director is very good. It's just... because of some accidents, I got a fake marriage with a person. Of course, I will definitely divorce in the future. When I find someone I really like, I will marry you again." Bring him here to show you."

The continuous spring rain quickly extinguished the burning incense candle flame.Lu Wanghe tried to restart the ignition but failed to ignite it, so he simply put on the bouquet.

The memory of his childhood has become unclear with the passage of time, but he can still remember his mother's voice and smile very clearly.

After his mother left, many people were very kind to him, but just like when he saw the bowl of chicken soup last night, the first person he thought of was his mother. After all, many people are irreplaceable in this lifetime.

The young man quietly bowed down a few times, his black hair was already soaked by rain, and was wetly stuck to his forehead and temples.

"Mom, it's raining too much and I can't light a fire. I'll come and see you tomorrow at this time and burn paper money for you."

A gust of mountain wind whizzed past, like some kind of gentle response.

Lu Wanghe frowned, and was about to turn around, but saw that there was a black umbrella on top of his head at some point, and most of the pervasive rain was blocked like this.

"Come here to worship the ancestors, how can you not burn paper money?"

The cold and deep voice rang in his ears, Lu Wanghe froze, raised his hand to wipe away the rain marks on his face, turned around to look, and sure enough, he saw Fu Jingmo standing aside with an umbrella in one hand, most of the umbrella hat was moved on his head.

Lu Wanghe's heart skipped a beat, he wasn't sure how much Fu Jingmo had listened to what he just said.

"Boss Fu? Why are you here—"

Fu Jingmo was holding an umbrella, his knuckles were stained pale and cold by the rain, but his brown eyes were faintly burning with heat.

The person Lu Wanghe came to worship was really Lu Songyu's mother.

Although he was far away before and didn't hear what Lu Wanghe said, but just from the young man calling "Mom" so naturally, he knew that this was not a scam run by Lu Wanghe.

Lu Wanghe waited anxiously for Fu Jingmo's answer.

He was not worried that Fu Jingmo would find out that the person he worshiped was actually Lu Songyu's mother. After all, he was still young at that time, and later became famous. Most of them only knew that he lost his mother when he was young, but no one knew about his mother. Where was he buried and when did he die.

He was just afraid that if Fu Jingmo heard the "car accident" and "time travel" he said before, he might think he was a lunatic...

"A friend of mine's mother is also buried here, so I came to pay my respects."

Fu Jingmo narrowed his eyes, and saw the nervousness flashing across the face of the young man in front of him.

"What I just said—"

"It was raining too much just now, I didn't see clearly that it was you, what did you say?"

Lu Wanghe breathed a sigh of relief, and just about to say something to cover up his nervousness, an umbrella was stuffed in his hand.

He watched as Fu Jingmo was drenched in the rain, took off his suit jacket, and built a small corner to keep out the wind and rain.

"What are you doing standing still?"

The handsome face of the young man was blurred by the rain, but it seemed that some of the hard edges and corners had faded away, and a little tenderness had been brought on.

His heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.

Hearing Fu Jingmo's deep voice: "Take out the paper money you bought, it should be able to light it without raining."