Didn't you say it's a fake marriage?

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November [-]th, light rain.

At the funeral of Mr. Yan, Wen Li met Yan Gu again under unprepared circumstances.

He wore a white cloth on his head and tied it around his waist with a straw rope. The role he played in this funeral can be seen at a glance.

Old Yan's black and white photo was developed and framed, and placed in the center of the table. The juniors who came here had to kneel and kowtow to show their respect.

The assistants were busy at the front and back, but Yan Gu was just leaning against the wall in a filial piety with a calm expression on his face.After Wen Li saluted and looked around idly, he met Yan Gu who was by the wall.

Yan Gu smiled slightly, and walked towards him, "I saw the names of the Cheng family on the guest gift list, and wondered if you would come, and sure enough, you came along as I expected."

Wen Yue still remembered that he was a suspect in the drugging incident, so he didn't want to talk to him, since the evidence hadn't come out, he didn't bother to talk to him, so he took a few steps back to avoid the distance between the two of them getting too close.He looked at Yan Gu's naked body, and he had a ridiculous guess in his heart, Dao Shangzheng loves to joke, coincidences one after another, linking unrelated people together.

Yan Gu played with the straw rope around his waist: "I never thought that I have a famous grandpa."

His father was not far from them, dressed in the same way as him, but he didn't care about anything, even with a cigarette in his mouth, as if he had nothing to do with me.

Wen Li snorted: "I didn't think of that either."

He didn't feel too surprised, maybe he had already felt it somewhere.Yan Gu once told him that his father was the only relative around him, he had a bad temper, and the relationship between father and son was also very tense. He vaguely remembered hearing his mother say when he was a child that his father ran away from a quarrel with the family. Just a bad temper.Cheng Mosheng also said that Mr. Yan's son's puppy love broke off with him, and he hasn't been home for a long time, so it's okay not to think about it. If you think about it, you will find that many details can be matched.

At this moment, Cheng Mosheng came to look for Wen Li, and he naturally saw Yan Gu beside him, he frowned slightly, and saw the straw rope around Yan Gu's waist, this must be an attire that only relatives would wear. "What's going on?" He asked Wen Yue softly.

"He is the grandson of Yan Lao."

"What?" After Cheng Mosheng was shocked, he calculated that Yan Gu's age was indeed what Cheng's mother told him, "It can't be a fake," he said.

I was very upset when I met him in the coffee shop, not to mention that there was a drugging incident not long ago.

"I don't know, but there is such a possibility." Wen Li thought very seriously.

The two of them talked to themselves here completely regardless of their own wishes, which made Yan Gu feel a little depressed.These days, he feels more and more that Wen Li has become too much in the past eight years. If he was helpless inside but covered with thorns when he first met Wen Li, then goodbye now, the situation has been reversed, his soft appearance It was covered with layers of sharp thorns, but it seemed soft and harmless.

Of course, this is all thanks to him, if he hadn't come and made such a statement, Wen Li would still be foolish to believe that there is true love in the world.

Wen Li wanted to back off, so Yan Gu stepped forward and narrowed the distance between the two of them. Although there was Cheng Mosheng in the middle, it didn't stop him from saying disgusting words: "The last thing was delayed by a fool, but There will always be a next time. Wen Yue, you can't escape from my grasp." He chuckled in a low voice, different from Cheng Mosheng's slightly doting laugh, Yan Gu's laughter fell in Wen Yue's ears, and it was audible. He had a creepy feeling.

Cheng Mosheng grabbed his collar and carried him away from Wen Li. The strength in his hands proved that he was very angry, but there was still a decent smile on his face: "Mr. Yan, you are rude." His movements Yan Gu staggered two steps, Cheng Mosheng patted the dust on his hands, and said with a smile: "If you know me a little bit, you shouldn't talk nonsense in front of me. Since you can catch others, arrange People who come into my room at my family's banquet should know the status of my Cheng family. Even if you are the grandson of Mr. Yan, you are nothing more than an ant in front of me. Threatening my lover with words, in my opinion, is It's a stupid thing that can't be any more stupid. And—" Cheng Mosheng's gaze stayed on Yan Lao's photo, "Today is Yan Lao's funeral, and as Yan Lao's grandson, you did such a thing that hurt Yan Lao's face. It really shouldn't be."

Cheng Mosheng paused, and continued: "As far as I know, Mr. Yan seems to be unable to continue his overseas business, and he has nowhere to go, so he returned to China and wanted to turn back? But there is no such good thing in the world, you can go back if you want , leave if you want? Wen Yue is soft-hearted, I am not, if the last incident dares to happen again, I will send you to prison immediately. I can do it myself."

Yan Gu's face turned pale when Cheng Mosheng said something, and Wen Li was taken aback when he heard it. He asked Yan Gu back, "Is your company going to go bankrupt?"

"Not yet, but soon." Cheng Mosheng answered his question.

"How could this happen!" Wen Li was annoyed, "Then he hasn't returned the money he owed me."

"How much do you owe?"

"At that time, the company had a total of 3000 million working capital, and he took away 700 million, half of which was 350 million. Because he used the company's funds privately and caused bankruptcy, the subsequent 400 million liabilities should be added. On his head, there is a total of 750 million, plus the interest for these eight years, at least he will pay me 5000 million." After the calculation, Wen Li sighed, "5000 million, for Boss Yan, should be Not much!"

Yan Gu's little white face turned into a little black face.

He gritted his teeth: "The interest alone costs more than 1000 million. You are stealing money."

Wen Li looked innocent: "Aren't you the one who robbed the money?" He gave examples one after another: "I haven't calculated my mental damage fee, emotional deception fee, oh, and I didn't know the employee's salary until after you left. It hasn't been paid for two months, and I paid my salary out of my pocket. These are not in the 5000 million. But it seems that I have two years of friendship, so I won't ask you for the money. You pay back the 5000 million That's it."

There was a lot of commotion here, and Cheng's parents and mothers who were elsewhere also rushed over. Seeing Yan Gu, Cheng's mother whispered: "This young man looks familiar."

Cheng's father nodded: "Indeed."

The assistant was free, and spoke a few words with them, followed Cheng's mother's gaze, and introduced: "That's Yan Lao's grandson, Yan Gu, who came back with his father."

"What?!" Cheng's mother was surprised, "He is Yan Lao's grandson?"

"Yes." The assistant said.

Cheng's mother shook her head, and there were some things that were difficult to say directly, so she whispered to Cheng's father, "Looks like someone with a bad face."

Cheng's father rested his chin in thought: "This name is quite familiar."

Mother Cheng: "Where have you heard of it?"

Cheng's father: "It's just that I can't remember it. I'm getting older and my memory is getting worse."

Cheng's mother: "What are he talking about with Xiaoli? Why does he look like he's about to fight. Xiaoli looks so weak, what if he gets hurt?"

Cheng's father: "Didn't Mo Sheng practice before, it's okay."

Cheng's mother: "It would be bad if there was a real fight. It's still in the mourning hall of Mr. Yan, so it won't have a good impact."

Yan Gu's father walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, stopped in front of Cheng and his wife, and said with a smile: "You two used to fight when you met each other, but you are now married."

Cheng's mother rolled her eyes to the sky and said, "I want you to take care of it."

Cheng Mosheng and Wen Yue had already left the mourning hall, leaving Yan Gu standing alone, Cheng's mother sneered, she remembered where she had met Yan Gu, but at this time she had no time to talk to Cheng's father, she said to Yan's father: "Today is your father's funeral, so it's fine if you don't worry about it, and your own son doesn't care about it. Mr. Yan really missed you for so long."

Yan's father put out the cigarette butt on the table next to him: "He was the one who proposed to sever ties with me at the beginning. What are you thinking about? I have never left in the capital, and I have never seen him come to me."

In the end, it was a bad debt. You blame me and I blame you, and no one is willing to take the step of reconciliation. As time goes by, the complaints get deeper and deeper.Decades passed in a blink of an eye, and when he came to his father again, looking at the kind face in the black and white photo, he felt like looking at a stranger.

He was only a teenager when he left home, and he was very irritable. He married a wife and gave birth to a son within a few years. During this period, he went back secretly once, only to find that the family had moved.After further inquiry, his sister passed away, and his father may have left this sad place.He took it for granted that he was an abandoned child. After all, he was not good at studying and being a man.

Then, not long ago, an unfamiliar number called him several times, and he pressed it every time.Once I wanted to hang up, but I pressed the answer button with my finger. A young man's voice came from the opposite side, asking if he was Mr. Yan and whether his father's name was Yan Ruqing.

He said yes.

Then I heard the news that my father was dying.

His father is 78 years old this year, which is not a very old age.He is also in his sixties. When he was young, he suffered from alcoholism. Now when it rains or in winter, his bones hurt like they are falling apart. I don't know how long he can live.If he died, he might be even more miserable than his father.After all, his son doesn't get close to him either. Maybe it's the retribution for breaking off his relationship with his father because of a quarrel. He's not like his father. world.When he died, the front door would not be so deserted.

Apart from friends, most of the people who came today were his father's students, some emotional girls, their eyes were swollen from crying.On the other hand, relatives, only he and his son, both of them stayed out of the matter, cold and ruthless.

Even the assistants around his dad looked sadder than them.

But he still has to be tough.

If you pretend to be indifferent in front of outsiders, you should think so in your heart.

Only in this way can he hypnotize himself, he won't regret it, his father doesn't love him, and he doesn't love his father either.

Mother Cheng opened her mouth, but in the end she only said, "He looked for you."

The teenage children are away alone, and they don't have much money on hand, so food and accommodation are a problem.Yan Ruqing found his son, but he couldn't put down his face and tell him to go home. In the end, he could only find a friend secretly and ask him to take care of him.But not long after, her daughter became seriously ill, and Yan Ruqing was overwhelmed with work. The daughter's in-laws thought she was a patient, and they didn't even come to the hospital often.After the daughter died, the child was taken away by the husband. Yan Ruqing didn't even meet his grandson a few times. Fortunately, the child was still young, and he didn't feel too deeply about his mother's death. to bother them.

Yan Ruqing's wife passed away early, leaving him only these two children. Now one has passed away and the other has left home.He wanted to take his son home and asked his friend how his son was doing recently. The friend said it was okay, married a wife, gave birth to a big fat boy, and the business was doing well, but he moved, so you have to go and see He? I'll give you the address.

"Forget it." Yan Ru smiled lightly, "Since he is doing well, I won't bother him."

It took all his savings to see a doctor for his daughter, and if he went to see his son, he might be kicked out as a beggar.

"That's really hard work for him." Yan's father stared at Yan Lao's photo for a long time, and when he was about to leave, a tear still fell from the corner of his eye.

Old Yan's body was cremated at nine o'clock in the morning.

The light rain has stopped, but the road is still a little wet.

The assistant had been prepared for his strict father's absence, but fortunately he came anyway and tidied up his clothes carefully.As a son, he should have walked in the front, holding the cremated urn in his hand, and the invited singing troupe walked aside, and the suona and gong played a farewell song.

The back of the line whimpered, and someone secretly wiped away tears.

Put the urn into the square cemetery, cover it with a marble slab, let the immediate relatives knock their heads four times, wrap the fake flowers they brought around the tombstone, put the real flowers in front of the tomb, stop the suona blowing, and everything will be fine. it's over.

There is already an urn under the tombstone, and it can be seen that it is very old.

It was Yan Lao who married his wife.

After decades of separation, the two finally reunited today. Father Yan covered the marble slab so that the urns of the parents were tightly attached to each other. When they merged into the darkness, the man with half the gray hair was crying loudly, as if he had just realized that his father had passed away. away from him.

Someone persuaded: "Don't cry, it will grow in the future. You haven't come back for so long, what's the use of crying now, your dad can't see again."

Cheng's mother sighed as she watched from behind, while Cheng's father held her hand tightly and looked at the crying man quietly.

Wen Li turned his back and wiped away his tears quietly. Cheng Mosheng stroked his back gently, which made Wen Li's tears flow more fiercely.

"Don't comfort me." He said in a low voice.

Cheng Mosheng took out a tissue from his pocket and stuffed it into his hands, saying, "Okay, then I won't move."

It was raining when I went out today, so Yao Wenlan couldn't follow her. At this time, she was sitting in a wheelchair, pushed by a maid, in front of the gate of Cheng Zhai, watching a ray of sunshine break through the clouds and mist, and shine brightly.

She seemed to see the near future, the day when she was about to fall asleep.

I hope it was a rainy day, so that even if her introverted child couldn't help herself, when asked about it, she could still say that the rain was too heavy and her eyes were accidentally blurred.

The author has something to say: the more I write, the more I feel that this scumbag Yan Gu is so low, bah.