Dressed as a black-bellied actor's little manager

grandmother......

Lu Qingyun's eyes suddenly went dark, and he supported the corner of the table subconsciously: "You, where did you know the news?"

Yu Jiayang: "On the phone, it's all there."

Lu Qingyun's face was pale, she staggered, and ran towards the bedroom in a stumbling manner.He lifted the quilt, found the phone, and clicked on the news with trembling fingers.

[According to insiders, Meng Yunjian's grandma passed away yesterday, and his grandfather is seriously ill and is currently in the hospital. Meng Yunjian has suspended all work to deal with grandma's funeral. 】

"Patter__"

The heart throbbed violently, the phone fell heavily on the floor, and a deep crack opened on the edge of the screen.

Yu Jiayang ran over in a panic: "Brother?"

Lu Qingyun's tears rolled down in an instant: "Grandma..."

During the five years of marrying Meng Yunjian, not everyone treated him badly.

Meng Yunjian's grandparents are the kindest and kindest people Lu Qingyun has met in his life.

He still remembers that in the first month of his marriage with Meng Yunjian, Meng Yunjian's parents had great dissatisfaction with him. He was busy in the kitchen, preparing meals for the whole family. No.

At that time, he stood awkwardly in front of the dining table with the apron on his body, as if he was not Meng Yunjian's wife at all, but a servant of the Meng family.

He was at a loss and didn't know what to do, while his husband just looked down and played with his mobile phone coldly, without even giving him a look.

That lovely old lady who just came back from a vacation abroad kicked Meng Yunjiao hard, "I know how to eat, silly, go and move a stool for your wife."

Meng Yunjian moved a stool, and the old lady greeted him with a smile again: "Come, granddaughter-in-law, come and sit with me."

With the old lady backing him up, the rest of the family dare not have any opinions.

That was the most comfortable meal he had ever eaten since he married Meng Yunjian.

The old lady kept picking up vegetables for him, asking him what he likes to eat, and telling him to come to the house more often to play.

When he was about to serve Meng Yunjian a meal, the old lady stopped him and said angrily: "He has hands, let him serve it by himself, and he is not a three-year-old child."

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From that day on, whenever Meng Yunjian's parents troubled him, the old lady would always call him away, not giving them a chance to embarrass herself.

In the second year after marriage, the old lady's health was not very good, and she lived in a nursing home for a long time. Meng Yunjian was busy with work, and most of the time, Lu Qingyun took care of her by her bedside.

If Meng Yunjian tormented him a little harder the day before, Lu Qingyun would not be able to cheer up the next day, and once the old lady saw him limping and looking embarrassed.

At that time, the old lady patted the bed, her face flushed with anger: "Divorce, Ayun, I support your divorce, and I will recognize you as my grandson after divorce."

child. "

Lu Qingyun was amused: "What about Yun Jian?"

The old lady: "I don't want it anymore, whoever wants it will want it, anyway, I don't want it anymore."

Lu Qingyun didn't have many relatives, and his only brother was estranged from him. He regarded this old lady as his own grandmother. She liked roses, so Lu Qingyun planted a yard of roses for her with his own hands. If she wanted to eat osmanthus cake, Lu Qingyun asked Go learn to do...

After being reborn, he wanted to see her countless times, but he was afraid that Meng Yunjian would find out, and he couldn't explain clearly...

But now, he will never see grandma again.

After divorcing Meng Yunjian, one day he received a friend request on WeChat, with a red rose in full bloom on his profile picture.

In the application column is a line of small print.

【Good boy, be good in the future. 】

Lu Qingyun knew that this was grandma.

Grandma is illiterate and doesn't know how to use a mobile phone, but she applied for WeChat just to send him such a message.

Lu Qingyun's tears were completely out of control, rolling down one by one.

He knew he shouldn't cry in front of Yu Jiayang, he is Yu Zhile now, it's really strange to cry for an old woman who has nothing to do with him.

But he couldn't help it, he couldn't restrain the severe throbbing pain in his heart, his whole body was split open by a knife, grandma left, and there were _ fewer people who loved him in this world...

Why... such a good grandma, why can't she live a long life.

Lu Qingyun sat on the ground little by little against the wall, hugging her head.

Yu Jiayang blinked his eyes, then walked over, sat cross-legged in front of him, and stretched out his arms to hug him.

Lu Qingyun's shoulders trembled, and finally couldn't help crying out "mingming".

Yu Jiayang patted his brother's back: "It's okay, cry, I really want to cry too, the little oil bottle is so pitiful, I want to cry when I think about it."

Lu Qingyun pushed Yu Jiayang away at once.

His eyes were scarlet, but his face was deathly pale.

By the way, Jane... How is Jane doing now?

He is so close to his grandparents, and now the two elders have accidents one after another, how sad the child must be.

Lu Qingyun grabbed Yu Jiayang's forearm: "Yangyang, I..."

Yu Jiayang smiled: "Brother, if you want to go, go, I'm such an adult, I can go to the university to register by myself, and come to me after you finish handling all the things here."

Lu Qingyun's voice was hoarse: "I'm sorry, Yangyang..."

Yu Jiayang: "Brother, we are brothers, why are you so polite, you should hurry over there anytime, remember to buy some candy for the little oil bottle

Lu Qingyun quickly stood up from the ground, changed her clothes and hurried out the door.

Meng family.

Since the early morning, servants have placed wreaths, flower baskets, and white silk at the gate.

Looking at it from a distance, I just feel that it is so dull that I can't breathe.

A simple mourning hall has been set up in the living room of the villa, and the kind and benevolent photos of the old lady of the Meng family are enshrined in a sea of ​​roses.

Meng Yunjian was dressed in black and knelt before the coffin without moving.

Meng Yunye came down from the stairs, saw his younger brother from a distance, frowned, and hurried over: "Why are you still here?"

He returned to China immediately after receiving the news of his grandma's death. Not to mention the ten-hour flight, he was busy with grandma's funeral when he landed.

At that time, Meng Yunjian knelt in front of the coffin and guarded him. He woke up from sleep. Seven or eight hours had passed, why was Meng Yunjian still kneeling.

After all, Meng Yunye felt sorry for his younger brother, and reached out to help him: "Yun Jian, be obedient, get up, and go to sleep for a while."

Meng Yunjian still knelt and did not move. These days, he had obviously lost a lot of weight, his protruding Adam's apple slid twice, and his voice was already hoarse.

"Brother, let me kneel."

He was confused and suffocated as if his lungs were being pinched. Kneeling here made him feel better.

Meng Yunye frowned: "Yun Jian, grandma...has nothing to do with you, her illness is already very serious."

Meng Yunjian hooked his lips and pulled out a wry smile.

is it?

Grandma has been ill all these years, but it hasn't reached the point of killing her. If she hadn't heard from others that something happened to him, and the troubles had reached the point where the whole Internet was sleeping, swearing and beating, how could grandma's condition suddenly deteriorate? Time left without even a word left...

Meng Yunjian's nose suddenly became sore, he lowered his head slightly, silently clenched his fists, and his tense shoulders couldn't help trembling.

Meng Yunye gritted his teeth and pulled him up: "I said it has nothing to do with you, don't think about it, grandma loved you the most when she was alive, you knelt for so long, doesn't grandma feel distressed when she sees it?"

Meng Yunjian's eyes were red: "Brother..."

Meng Yunye: "Okay, let's go back to the room to rest first, are you hungry? I'll ask Aunt Liu to cook you something to eat."

Meng Yunjian shook his head mechanically.

Meng Yunye saw his distraught look, and sighed: "Then you should sleep for a while, be obedient."

Meng Yunjian nodded dully again, then turned around and limped upstairs.

After returning to the bedroom and closing the door, Meng Yun stood there in the shadows for a long time.

Lu Qingyun sat by the bed and looked at him quietly.

Meng Yunjian leaned against the door tightly with his back, and his voice was hoarse: "...Grandma is gone, grandpa is seriously ill, Jian Jian has been crying, and my job is gone, I am so sad

Shou, Ayun, can you take care of me? "

Lu Qingyun turned her back.

Meng Yunjian knelt down slowly, and his knees that had been knelt all night touched the cold and hard floor, like dense needlepoints, densely sending out heart-piercing pain.

"How long are you going to torture me..." Meng Yunjian frowned tightly, like a child who has been stuck in a corner and can't get out no matter what, his eyes are all stung

Clear red blood streaks.

"I know I'm wrong, you guys beat me up."

"Stop torturing me...please."

The room was quiet, Lu Qingyun never turned his head, Meng Yunjian was like a sculpture, kneeling on the ground and freezing for a long time.

When Lu Qingyun arrived at Meng's house, it was already getting dark.

Looking at the solemn and dignified Meng family, Lu Qingyun's nose was sore again.

It turns out... grandma is really gone.

Lu Qingyun came to the door to express his intention, but the servant at the door said that it will be open to the public to express condolences tomorrow, and Lu Qingyun cannot be allowed in.

Lu Qingyun: "What about Jian Jian? Is Jian Jian okay?"

The servant sighed: "Jian Jian has been crying all day, her eyes are swollen."

But now the Meng family is so busy, busy with the old lady's funeral and the old man in the hospital, there is no time to comfort Jian Jian.

"I didn't even eat a bite today."

Lu Qingyun was distressed and anxious: "Then can you let me go and see Jian Jian, his father and I are good friends, he might listen to me and eat something

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Servant: "Then I'll ask the young master, just wait a moment."

The servant entered the house and told Meng Yunye about Lu Qingyun's visit.

Meng Yunye immediately asked his servant to invite Lu Qingyun in.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the photo of grandma's death and the mourning hall. Tears almost welled up in Lu Qingyun's eyes. He quickly grabbed his palm and tried his best to stabilize his emotions: "My condolences."

Meng Yunye: "Are you A Yun's friend?"

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Meng Yunye sighed: "It's hard for you to come here, Jian Jian is upstairs, I'll take you up there."

Lu Qingyun followed Meng Yunye upstairs, and as soon as he reached the second floor, he bumped into Meng Yunjian who came out of the room.

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It seems that everyone thinks that Meng Gou is cruel enough? ? ?

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