After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

It was clear that the sun was shining a few days ago, but today's weather is rarely bad.

It is rare to have continuous rain in summer, but today's rain is endless, the clouds are dense, the sky is gloomy, and it adds a little gloom for nothing.

Cars cannot enter the cemetery, so we have to walk all the way. Two people hold umbrellas, and they don't share an umbrella intimately like ordinary young couples.

Because of this matter, Fu Juntong was not happy about it. He felt that he was supporting himself, which showed that they were not that close, so he repeatedly asked to share an umbrella with Han Qi.

It's a pity that Han Qi is very firm. Even though Fu Juntong's words are sincere, he has assured him many times that even if he gets wet, he won't let Han Qi get wet. He can still tilt most of his umbrella towards Han Qi. It doesn't matter.

But Han Qi still ruthlessly rejected him. It's not that he doesn't have an umbrella. Why are he so persistent in asking for an umbrella for two people? It's clear that neither of them will be exposed to the rain. Why should he be exposed to the rain just to show the intimacy of the relationship?

Han Qi felt very strange, because he felt that this kind of thing had no meaning except for the risk of both of them getting wet in the rain, so he refused quite simply.

Although the rain was not heavy, it fell very densely. The denser the rain, the lighter it was, and the easier it was for the filaments of rainwater to dance in the air.

At this time, Han Qi was more and more grateful for his choice. Fortunately, he kept the bottom line and did not share an umbrella with Fu Jun. Otherwise, the two of them would definitely be drowned to death now.

The journey is not long, and the structure of this cemetery is not complicated, so although it is Han Qi's first time in the real sense, but fortunately he has the memory of his original body, and relying on his memory, he quickly found it. destination.

It should be cleaned regularly by someone. The stone tombstone is very clean, and there is no debris piled up next to it.

It’s just that due to the passage of time, it is inevitable that there will be traces of wind and rain on the tombstone, and the photos attached to it will inevitably begin to dim and fade, not as clear as it was at the beginning.

Fu Juntong placed the flower in front of the tombstone, and carefully adjusted the angle so that it could stand more stably.

The bouquet is a common combination of lilies and baby's breath, white, and the petals are quickly wetted by the rain. Fortunately, the flowers are fresh enough, and they appear more vibrant after being soaked by the rain.

In the slightly gloomy garden, the blooming of a bouquet of flowers also brought the brightness of life.

He glanced back. Han Qi was standing in front of the tombstone, motionless. His umbrella was held very low, covering half of his face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. Not as sad as I imagined.

On the contrary, it was surprisingly calm.

Maybe it's because it's been lost for too long, the dead are gone, and those who survive can't always wallow in sadness.

Fu Juntong didn't think much about it. After putting down the flowers, he stood up again, walked behind Han Qi and stood still. Then, regardless of the fact that the rain would slide down along the edge of the umbrella, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Han Qi and naturally fell on his body. side of the other hand.

It was soft, but a little cold. Fu Juntong clenched his hands tightly, trying to transfer some of the heat from his body, not caring that his expensive handmade suit was soaked by the rain.

Han Qi was indeed not very sad. After all, he wasn't himself. Although he had the memory of the original owner, it was more like watching a video of a person's life. He couldn't empathize with it.

He even took the body of someone else's son. Although the two of them were swapped, he couldn't help but feel apologetic and ashamed standing in front of the other's parents.

"Bring it here, let me show you." Han Qi's words were a little vague, and he didn't call out the proper title for his parents. He felt that he was not qualified.

He felt a little awkward, and he didn't even think about coming, but since he was in Han Qi's body, he had to fulfill his responsibilities and obligations, and he needed to inform his parents if he found someone who could spend his life with him.

Just looking at the photo on the tombstone, he felt a sense of loneliness that he didn't know where it came from, and he felt a little oppressed.

Han Qihui held Fu Juntong's hand, which was much warmer and more generous than his own, which gave people a sense of security.

This sense of security made Han Qi's apology covered up a lot.

"I'm going to be with him, let you see, don't worry too much in the future." Han Qi turned his head to look at Fu Juntong who was standing behind him, and pulled him to his side with all his strength.

Then he bowed to the smiling couple in the photo on the tombstone.

He had no way to say it in front of Fu Juntong, so he could only say to them silently in his heart: "Don't worry, your son will be fine. I will take his body and take good care of myself. If you don't dislike him , I will also visit you from time to time.”

Han Qi bowed for a long time. He bent over, and it was inevitable that rain would fall on his back.

Fu Juntong felt a little distressed when he saw it, and now he couldn't cover it for him, so he could only silently calculate in his heart that when he got home, he must make a bowl of ginger soup to relieve the cold.

Han Qi paused for a while before he straightened up. Fu Juntong took Han Qi's hand again and bent down:

"I'll take care of him."

The expression on his face was so serious that it was a little tense. It wasn't that he didn't want to bow, it was mainly because he was really nervous.

He was well aware of his bad habit of being speechless when he was nervous, and he forgot to control his language system, and Fu Juntong's muscles tensed up.

Talking to Han Qi once in a while can still be said to be fun, but it would be too rude to say it to his parents.

Han Qi, who was holding his hand, could easily feel the muscles under his hand tense for a moment. Looking at Fu Juntong's serious face, he could easily guess the reason.

In the final analysis, it was just because he valued him that he was unwilling to show his lack of dignity in front of his parents' tombstone.

Fu Juntong tried his best to restrain himself, and this realization warmed Han Qi's heart.

He rolled his eyes, put away the umbrella he was holding with a snap, and threw himself into Fu Juntong's arms.

The originally tense muscles tensed even more in an instant, but it might be because he was afraid that Han Qi would feel uncomfortable, so he tried to relax after a moment of tension.

Han Qi leaned against Fu Juntong's arms, and could clearly feel the change through a layer of fabric.

Han Qi smiled secretly, he seemed to suddenly understand why some people would rather get wet to walk together, because they really felt safe.

Fu Juntong was obviously flattered, every time Han Qi took the initiative, he could feel excited.

He stretched out his hand awkwardly, and hesitated for a moment. Han Qi thought that Fu Juntong would touch his hair as he was used to to comfort him, but he didn't expect Fu Juntong to put his hand on his back after hesitating.

Strangely, lightly, patting one by one, it is a way for the elders to comfort the young, with full treasure and affection.

"I don't want to hold an umbrella anymore, Brother Fu, be careful not to let me get wet."

Lying in Fu Juntong's arms, he could almost be said to be acting like a baby, completely unable to see that he was the one who justly refused the two of them to hold an umbrella.

"En." Going around and returning to his expectations, Fu Juntong was too happy, and of course he would not refuse.

They hugged each other under the same umbrella in the rain for a long time, until they calmed down completely, and finally bowed to the tombstone, ready to leave.

Just a few steps out, she ran into a woman holding an umbrella. She was wearing a long white dress, tall and tall, holding a black umbrella, standing still in front of Han Qi.

She said, "We meet again."

The voice was soft, clean, and familiar. Han Qi felt like he had heard it somewhere before.

Han Qi was still remembering, but Fu Juntong's reaction was much stronger than his.

He immediately turned the hand holding Han Qi around his waist, held it firmly, and swore his sovereignty.

Not only that, but his eyes were still staring at people without blinking for a moment. When there was something he didn't want to see in Dayi, he turned around and ran with Han Qi in his arms.

The woman lifted the umbrella up, revealing her entire face. Han Qi finally remembered who she was. Wasn't it the person who was next to Zhang Han when he met Zhang Han in the hospital?

"Hello?" Han Qi greeted tentatively.

Fu Juntong's declaration of sovereignty was too obvious, and Tang Lan knew the relationship between the two of them without paying too much attention.

She raised her head and looked at Han Qi, and saw that his complexion was rosy and full of vigor, and it was a little rounder than when we met last time, obviously he was well taken care of.

"Hello." Tang Lan smiled slightly and looked at Han Qi.

Han Qi felt a little strange. He noticed it the last time we met. Tang Lan looked at him with eyes that were not right. It wasn't unfriendly, but she always felt that she was looking at someone through him.

"I'm coming to see my brother."

Han Qi nodded subconsciously, but suddenly realized something was wrong halfway through the point, this is a cemetery, come here to see...

As if seeing something different in Han Qi's expression, Tang Lan explained, "Yes, my brother passed away a few years ago."

Although his younger brother had passed away for several years, Tang Lan was obviously still very sad. When he mentioned his younger brother, he even lowered his voice.

Han Qi was stunned for a moment. After all, Tang Lan was not very old, and her younger brother was not counted. It was indeed very sad to pass away at such a young age.

Han Qi has never been a person who is good at words. After a long silence, he could only squeeze out a few dry words: "My condolences."

Tang Lan parted her lips and smiled. It was a socially polite smile, but the smile didn't reach her eyes: "You guys have to go, be careful on the road."

Before he could answer, Tang Lan waved his hand to say goodbye and left.

When walking past Han Qi, he said softly to him again: "Live a good life, Zhang Han won't show up to disturb you again."

Han Qi was taken aback. He wanted to ask Tang Lan why she said that, but she walked quickly without looking back. She obviously didn't want to say anything more, so she had to give up.

Although Fu Juntong didn't understand the relationship between Han Qi and her very well, he could tell from the content of their communication that Tang Lan was not a threat to him.

only--

"Who is Zhang Han?"

Why did they mention this person in the conversation between the two of them, and what else did they say, so they won't bother?Has he come to bother Han Qi before?

What Fu Juntong didn't expect was that Han Qi felt a little strange after hearing his words: "You don't remember?" Han Qi tilted his head to look at him.

"If he hadn't drugged me, you still wouldn't be able to touch me."

Speaking of this, Fu Juntong immediately remembered who this person was, but after he encountered Zhang Han harassing Han Qi in the restaurant, didn't he already deal with Zhang Han?

"Did he come to harass you again after that?"

Han Qi and Fu Juntong can almost be said to have entered and exited at the same time, logically speaking, this should not be possible.

Han Qi shook his head when he heard the words: "No, but I'm also a little surprised, why she said that Zhang Han will never appear in front of me again, why can she be so sure?"

The more Han Qi thought about it, the more strange it became. Suddenly, his mind flashed past the hospital when he first met Tang Lan. Her eyes were as beautiful as they were beautiful, but there was a faint hatred in them.

Han Qi seemed to suddenly understand something.

"Brother Fu!" Han Qi grasped Fu Juntong's hand even tighter. Although he hadn't met Tang Lan a few times, he had a good feeling for her: "You can go and find out what happened to Zhang Han recently. something?"

"I always feel that it is impossible for her to be so sure that Zhang Han will not appear in front of me for no reason."

"Unless he's dead."

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In a society ruled by law, it is not so easy to burp farts.