Flash marriage does not end well

Wen Hanlin's funeral was scheduled to be held in the Yanshan Cemetery on the outskirts of the city. It took nearly two hours to drive there from Lin Qian's house. Before seven o'clock in the morning, a low-key SUV parked quietly downstairs.When the phone rang, Lin Qian was squatting in front of the full-length mirror and putting Wen Yang on the last coat.

Black.

Wen Yang had a lot of light-colored clothes. Originally, Lin Qian was still hesitating whether to buy him a suit of suitable clothes. Qin Zhu contacted him to ask for the size. The next day, he and Wen Yang's clothes were sent together. Come over, one big and one small two sets of black formal suits and down jackets, plus a black tie, and a small bow tie.

Wen Yang is shorter than children of the same age, wearing a black suit upper body, and his small frame is even more adorable.Lin Qian put on the bow tie for him, then stepped back and adjusted his position repeatedly. Wen Yang lowered his head, looking at him with dark eyes.

"Dad, so you can still wear a bow tie?"

"It's so simple, just take a look at it." Lin Qian finally adjusted the bow tie to a satisfactory position, patted Wen Yang's back, "Okay, go and help Dad get the flowers."

Wen Yang obediently ran to the living room, leaving Lin Qian alone in front of the mirror, looking at the tie at hand and worrying.

At that time in the Wen family, there was often a need to wear formal clothes. He had flat shoulders, thin waist and long legs, and he dressed nicely. After I got my bow tie, I simply didn't bother to learn it.After leaving the Wen family, the word suit was completely removed from his life.

……

It is probably too late to learn now, if he could learn it, he would have learned it long ago.After a while, Lin Qian exhaled a small breath, and stuffed the tie into his pocket intact.

If it doesn't work, please ask Qin Zhu to find someone to help him.

He led Wen Yang downstairs, the driver had been waiting by the car for a long time, and opened the door courteously and respectfully.

"Hard."

Lin Qian nodded to the unfamiliar driver and got into the car.

Even though he knew it was impossible, when he got in the car and saw the two empty rows of seats in the back seat, Lin Qian still trembled slightly, then pursed his lips and lowered his head, ashamed of his obsessive thoughts? ?School is over.With a sigh of relief, he fastened Wen Yang's seat belt, then lowered the car window a little, and pointed to the kid at the driver: "He's a little motion sick, he needs some ventilation."

Of course, the driver had no objection. After sitting down, he held the shift lever and the car started slowly.

In the early morning of deep winter, everything in sight seemed to be engraved with a layer of snow. Lin Qian squinted his eyes, the hazy sunlight lingered on the messy dead branches, and the jackdaw sang a solitary cry.

Wen Yang fell into a deep sleep in the car, and woke up in a daze when he was about to arrive at Yanshan Mountain. He dragged Lin Qian to the most popular place at the entrance of the cemetery and stood there blowing for a while. Finally, he woke up and looked up at the The iron gate of the cemetery, and the gray tombstones that can be seen in the distance, layered and staggered, asked Lin Qian after a while: "Father, what should I call him?"

Lin Qian squeezed his knuckles in embarrassment.

Before coming here, he only told Wen Yang vaguely that he was going to attend an elder's funeral, but he didn't say anything more detailed, and Wen Yang didn't ask.

But when he was really here, he couldn't help but speak up.

Wen Yang couldn't be so confused that he couldn't call out anyone in front of the tomb.

"Just call me grandpa."

"Oh." Wen Yang was thoughtful, "Is it your father?"

"What are you thinking about?" Lin Qian pinched Wen Yang's face helplessly, "It's not my father."

"Oh."

Wen Yang nodded and muttered to himself.

"That's his father."

He spoke in a low voice, without letting Lin Qian hear, and followed the crowd into the arena in order.

Many people came, from the political, business, and even academic circles. Wen Hanlin was an academic strongman in his early years. He graduated with a Ph.D. in the most cutting-edge disciplines in the country. He stayed in City B for the sake of his wife. After reaching a very high level, he jumped out of the system and created Wen's Group with one hand. Its business lines involve all walks of life. It is no exaggeration to say that Wen's Group is equal to half of City B.

These are some of Wen Hanlin's public life experiences, and based on this, Lin Qian also knows that Wen Hanlin's wife is also a talented painter, none other than his mentor Han Jing.

Lin Qian occasionally thought, if he hadn't chosen to go to University B and become a student of Han Jing when he applied for volunteering, then everything that happened later would not have happened.

It's a pity that the past is over.

The atmosphere in the cemetery is solemn, and the official ceremony will not start until around ten o'clock.

Lin Qian took Wen Yang to stay in the rest area, even though it was a very corner location, it still attracted countless eyes - there is no way, Wen Yang really looks so much like Wen Zhihan when he was a child, it makes people feel uncomfortable at a glance. level of clarity.Moreover, for private ceremonies, the people invited were either rich or noble, or were related to each other. Even because of Lin Qian's strange face, more people thought of more secret possibilities at the same time.

illegitimate child?

who?

Wen Zhihan or...Wen Hanlin?

We all know that Wen Zhihan, the current head of the Wen family, has no one around him, and many people are staring at this piece of sweet pastry, and they can hear clearly about any troubles and troubles. However, that ill-fated woman has been gone for seven or eight years, and maybe she quietly raised another child, which is unknown.

Amidst the turbulent tide, Wen Yang sensitively sensed the gazes from all around, leaned closer to Lin Qian, and asked in a low voice, "Dad, why are they all looking at me?"

The child's voice was rustling, like a kitten being thrown into the crowd. Lin Qian burst out protectively, hugged him, patted him on the back, and said firmly, "Baby, don't be afraid! Dad is here!"

Wen Yang: "..."

Stop asking.

He was just a little uneasy in an unfamiliar environment. The people coming and going in front of him were all dressed neatly, and when they occasionally stopped talking, their gestures and gestures were different from the people he usually saw.But suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the crowd. After the two looked at each other, the other person walked towards them.

"Teacher Ji!"

Ji Fan was already very close when Lin Qian raised his head in response. He was also dressed in black today, with his hair brushed up, revealing his high browbones.

I heard from Han Dong that Ji Fan's family was well-off, but when he really saw that he was good enough to be invited to Wen Hanlin's funeral, he seemed to have a real sense of his class.

"Mr. Ji."

Lin Qian got up and greeted him, Ji Fan smiled: "This is not a school, just call me Ji Fan."

Lin Qian nodded, thinking about reciprocity, it's strange to be called "Wen Yang's father" here: "Then just call me Lin Qian."

"Is it really possible?"

Although Ji Fan asked this question, he didn't give Lin Qian a chance to deny it, he was obviously very happy, "Lin Qian." He bent down again, and gently patted Wen Yang's head.

Lin Qian thought that the greetings were almost over, but after waiting for more than ten seconds, Ji Fan had no intention of leaving, but slowly straightened up and looked at him with a smile.

"Lin Qian, where's the tie?"

Lin Qian was taken aback, "What?"

"Qin Zhu said that there is someone who can't wear a tie, please come and help me." Ji Fan was in an extremely happy mood, "So he was talking about you."

"..."

My head hurts.

Lin Qian glanced at the mobile phone on the side. Ten minutes ago, he bombed the temporary firefighter Qin Zhuo as if calling the fire alarm, asking for help. He didn't want to be rude on Wen Hanlin's last journey.

[Assistant Qin, Assistant Qin, help!Life!ah! 】

[I forgot to tell you that I don't know how to wear a tie, and my neck is as bare as running naked! 】

Assistant Qin never came back, probably because he was busy, and Lin Qian didn't know the other people present. Just when he was desperate, Ji Fan came and successfully extinguished his dead fire.

It's better to grab someone at random.

After a moment of silence, Lin Qian reluctantly took out the tie from his pocket and handed it to Ji Fan, "I'm in trouble."

"It's an honour."

Ji Fan stood in front of him facing each other, only half an arm away, first turned up his shirt collar, then swung his slender fingers nimbly and skillfully a few times, tied a beautiful knot, and pulled the other end. , slowly push up.

"Is it tight?"

Lin Qian was almost delirious, the distance was too close, and the breathing sound of the other party seemed to be swept across his face when he spoke, making his scalp numb.

Ji Fan is teasing him on purpose, right?

He subconsciously took half a step back, still in shock, and then he heard the crowd around him suddenly commotion.

The procedure of the ceremony was cumbersome. Wen Zhihan went out at six o'clock this morning. First, he met with a few elders and relatives who came from afar. A picture of Qian and another strange man being intimate.

He swallowed back his breath in one breath, and without stopping, he passed the two of them like a gust of wind.