Dressed as a black-bellied actor's little manager

"Brother Meng, don't we all have nothing to do with Yu Zhile? Why do you want him to go together..."

Or to visit Mr. Lu's grave.

Bi Wenfeng couldn't figure it out, he really didn't like Yu Zhile, and of course he didn't like Lu Qingyun either, but Lu Qingyun was sincere to Brother Meng, he was already dead, and would never come back to disturb Meng Yunjian's life, but this Yu Zhile Woolen cloth?

The mouth is full of nonsense, the introductory words don't match the introductory words, and they don't know what they are planning in their stomachs.

Meng Yunjian didn't explain anything, "Do as I say."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Throwing away the phone, Meng Yunjian went to take a shower to wake himself up from the hangover, then he walked into the kitchen and started to prepare dinner for Jian Jian.

In the refrigerator, those few bags of pickled vegetables were still there. Meng Yunjian stared at them for a long time, his eye circles slowly turned red, and smiled wryly. He took out those bags of pickled vegetables and threw them all into the fridge. trash can.

Meng Yunjian doesn't know how to cook, even after following the tutorials on the Internet, the sweet and sour pork ribs he cooked were still horrible.

Fortunately, the taste is not that bad, barely edible.

Meng Yunjian made another tomato scrambled egg soup, and then called Jian Jian to eat.

The little guy was obviously not very satisfied with Meng Yunjian's cooking, so he insisted on not eating after eating two pieces of pork ribs.

Meng Yunjian had no choice but to frown and said, "I'll enroll in a cooking class in two days."

If he doesn't know how to cook, he goes to report to class, if he doesn't know how to wash clothes, he uses the washing machine, what Ah Yun can give to this child, he will do his best in the future.

Jian Jian lowered her head and drank the soup, "Dad, when are we going to see Daddy?"

Meng Yun remonstrated: "Tomorrow."

Jian Jian: "Then let's eat quickly, I want to go to the flower shop and choose flowers for Daddy."

Meng Yun remonstrated: "...OK."

After dinner, Meng Yunjian led Jian Jian out. There was a flower shop near his house, and it was only two steps away.

Meng Yunjian is tall and has a strong temperament. Even if he doesn't say a word, he stands there, and some people can't breathe.

The little girl in the flower shop judged that this man was a handsome guy through the mask, and stepped forward blushingly: "Sir, do you need any flowers?"

Meng Yunjian lowered his head slightly: "It's for my wife."

It turned out to be married.

The little girl secretly envied the wife, and picked up a bouquet of roses: "Is it for my wife's birthday? Usually I give it to my wife, and there are more roses, which represent love."

Jian Jian squatted in front of a bouquet of chrysanthemums, and said softly, "It's not a birthday."

The little girl: "Oh, that's the wedding anniversary? You can also send roses on the wedding anniversary. I can help you make some other flowers."

Jian Jian: "It's not a wedding anniversary either."

The little girl was stunned.

It's not a wedding anniversary, it's not a birthday, and it's not Valentine's Day, so what flowers to send?

Meng Yunjian's heart throbbed and he said hoarsely, "...my wife passed away."

Little girl: "Ah? I'm so sorry..."

She put down the rose in a panic, and went to get the white chrysanthemum in another bucket: "Then this one."

Meng Yun remonstrated: "It's troublesome."

During the process of wrapping the flowers, the little girl didn't talk to Meng Yunjian again, but looked at him with sympathy and pity from time to time.

It didn't take much to think of him as a young widowed, poor single father.

But is he pitiful?

Meng Yunjian twitched the corner of his lower lip in a self-deprecating manner, with a somewhat sarcastic expression.

Ah Yun is pitiful, and Jian Jian is pitiful.

What qualifications does he have to say that he, the chief culprit, is pitiful?

What his brother said was right, he deserved it and he deserved it.

After Jian Jian fell asleep at night, Meng Yunjian went to the living room and sprinkled some water on the bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

Taking out the wedding ring from his pocket, Meng Yunjian put it on his lips and kissed it lightly, then carefully stuffed the ring into the petals.

"Ayun, see you tomorrow."

Before going to bed, Meng Yunjian suddenly remembered the script that Bi Wenfeng sent him.

It took him an hour to roughly read the script.

The script is suspenseful. The male protagonist, who is a policeman, was murdered and died tragically on the eve of his marriage. Once he woke up, he was reborn into another man. He fought wits with the bad guys and finally recognized his fiancee.

The script is actually not too novel, and some plots are quite clichéd.

In the past, he would never accept this kind of film, but this time he sent Bi Wenfeng a text message——

"I took that movie."

If only there was rebirth in the world.

He will definitely find Ayun, and use everything he can give him in the rest of his life to make up for him...

……

Lu Qingyun suffered from insomnia again.

Originally thought that Meng Yunjian would completely let him go when he knew he was dead, but who knew that he would call him to visit Lu Qingyun's grave together.

Go to sweep your own grave...

"Meng Yunjian, I'll go to your uncle."

Lu Qingyun irritatedly wrapped herself into a ball with the quilt.

It was impossible to refuse, the other party didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and he didn't dare to let Meng Yunjian's pigeons go, who knows what stupid things that idiot will do when he goes crazy.

Just make yourself stupid, what can Jian Jian do?

Lu Qingyun sighed, in the middle of the night, he wanted to smoke again.

During the five years of his marriage, he always hid himself and smoked. He was a big man, and he could not cry or make trouble when he was wronged. He could only smoke two cigarettes.

I got stomach cancer at a young age, maybe it was those five years that ruined my body.

Reborn on Yu Zhile's body, he originally wanted to take care of his health.

But because of Meng Yunjian's harassment, he started smoking again.

"Meng Yunjian... why the hell are you so harmful!"

After thinking about it, Lu Qingyun felt that he still wouldn't be able to attend the appointment tomorrow.

Who knows if he will collapse on the spot when he sees his tombstone.

Early the next morning, Lu Qingyun ran downstairs to the apartment, and the old man who accompanied the morning exercise yelled a few times, making his voice hoarse, and then ran home to call Meng Yunjian.

Lu Qingyun: "...Mr. Meng, cough! I have a cold, a fever, and I feel terrible. I really can't accompany you to visit Ayun's grave today, cough! I'm really sorry, you and Jian Jian... ...cough cough!"

Lu Qingyun's face flushed from coughing, and there was a cold "oh" over there, and then hung up the phone.

Lu Qingyun lay down on the table, feeling relieved.

Huh... It can be regarded as dismissing this evil spirit.

"Brother, do you have a fever?" Yu Jiayang came out of the bedroom with a worried expression on his face: "Shall I accompany you to the hospital?"

Before Lu Qingyun could explain, he had already walked over and touched Lu Qingyun's forehead.

"Not hot..."

Lu Qingyun smiled wickedly: "If you don't want to work, find an excuse."

Yu Jiayang immediately acted coquettishly: "Brother~ I don't want to go to school, I also have a fever, so..."

Lu Qingyun smiled and tapped him on the head: "Come on, be careful, I will beat you."

Yu Jiayang sniffled aggrievedly.

Lu Qingyun: "Okay, hurry up and wash your face and change clothes. I'll make you breakfast. What do you want to eat today?"

"Snow vegetable noodles! Potato pancakes!"

Yu Jiayang immediately raised his hand.

"Didn't you just eat it yesterday?"

Yu Jiayang's eyes were full of tears: "It's really delicious..." While speaking, he lifted a corner of his pajamas: "Brother, look, I've already put on weight for you."

Both Xuecai Noodles and Potato Cakes are Lu Qingyun's specialty, Meng Yunjian likes them, and Jian Jian likes them.

Lu Qingyun was very helpless: "Okay, brother will do it for you. Hurry up and clean up, or you will be late for school."

"I know, I know."

Yu Jiayang yawned and went back to the bedroom, while Lu Qingyun went to the kitchen, took out potatoes and pickled vegetables from the refrigerator, and prepared today's breakfast for himself and Yu Jiayang.

……

Bi Wenfeng and Wen Jing went to pick up Meng Yunjian early in the morning. When Meng Yunjian went downstairs with Jian Jian in his arms, it was dark.

"Brother Meng, the people at the Medical University said that Mr. Lu was buried in Donghe Cemetery half a year ago."

Wen Jing: "Donghe Cemetery? That's pretty close. It takes about half an hour to drive there."

Jian Jian slept late last night, still dozing off on Meng Yunjian's shoulder.

Meng Yunjian carried Jian Jian into the safety seat in the car, fastened the seat belt, and covered him with a blanket, and the little guy fell asleep immediately.

Meng Yunjian also got into the car, handed the white chrysanthemum to Bi Wenfeng, and then said: "Don't worry, take me to Yu Zhile's place first."

Bi Wenfeng frowned: "Didn't he say he was sick? Brother Meng, let's not go, be careful of infection."

The ghost knows if Yu Zhile is talking nonsense, maybe it's a trick, waiting for Brother Meng to come to care.

If it wasn't for that face, how could Brother Meng be patient with him.

"Brother Meng, let's go directly..."

Meng Yunjian was impatient: "Driving, there is so much nonsense."

Bi Wenfeng stopped talking, gave Wen Jing the flower plug, turned his head and drove the car on the road.

Three or ten minutes later, the car stopped at the apartment downstairs where Lu Qingyun had just moved.

Jian Jian just woke up and rubbed her eyes, "Dad, are you here yet?"

Meng Yunjian trimmed his hair, and said gently: "Come to see an uncle first, the one you met was the Uncle Lele who gave you the cake last time."

Jian Jian: "Can I still eat the cake made by Uncle Lele?"

Meng Yun remonstrated: "That depends on whether they will do it for you or not."

Jian Jian: "Uncle Lele is very nice."

Meng Yunjian: "You have met him a few times, just say he is good."

Jian Jian: "Uncle Lele is Daddy's friend, Daddy is a good person, and Daddy's friends are naturally also very good."

Meng Yunjian curled his lips, this is not necessarily the case, Lu Mingxu is still A Yun's younger brother with the same father and mother, isn't he just a scum?

The child's thoughts still have to be broken, otherwise the two cakes will be cheated away in the future.

Meng Yunjian led Jian Jian upstairs, where Lu Qingyun just finished frying the last piece of potato cake.

"Yangyang, it's time to eat."

"Come on, come on." Yu Jiayang had already changed into his school uniform, hurried to the dining table, took a piece of potato cake, and took a bite: "It's delicious..."

Lu Qingyun: "Mr. School Grass, pay attention to your eating habits."

Yu Jiayang: "What do you want to eat, I want to fill my stomach, hehe."

As soon as the words fell, the doorbell rang.

"I'll go and open the door." Yu Jiayang walked towards the door with a half-eaten potato pancake.