Jane Sanshao's love story

Yuan Chengyi's heart tightened suddenly, and he suddenly thought of the avoidance and panic in the boy's eyes when he said just now that he would protect Jian Qiubai for the rest of his life.

No matter how much she pretended to be plain, she couldn't hide that fear and resistance.

The man couldn't help feeling a little dazed in his heart.

Could it be that Jian Qiubai really didn't intend to spend the rest of his life with him?

Whether it's lingering or lingering, is it just his temporary flattery?

Or is he just soft-hearted, unable to bear his soft-heartedness, pity him, that's why he was allowed to stay last night?

The more Yuan Chengyi thought about it, the more he felt a chill down his spine, and in the end, his fingers were trembling slightly.

Feeling his sinking pressure, Xue Minghui sighed and said, "I don't have any bad intentions, I just hope that you can let Brother Qiubai untie your knot first, and then say those words that will protect her for the rest of her life."

Just as he was talking, Jian Qiubai had already come out of the bathroom, walked to the bedroom, and while buttoning up his shirt, said to Xue Minghui

"Minghui, let's go now, I think it's almost seven o'clock, don't delay your report for work."

"okay."

Xue Minghui turned her head and walked out of the bedroom.

Jian Qiubai also went out, and when she was about to close the bedroom door, she saw Yuan Chengyi standing stiffly beside the bed.

The loneliness and helplessness on his face made him look a bit like a child.

After thinking for a while, Jian Qiubai stepped forward, tugged at the collar of his open pajamas and said, "Why are you in a daze? Get dressed quickly, it's very cold today."

Yuan Chengyi raised his eyes, pursed his lips and said, "Daughter-in-law, I love you."

Jian Qiubai blinked her eyes, and said falteringly: "You, get dressed quickly, I'm leaving."

After speaking, the boy turned around and rushed out.

Looking at his back as if he was running for his life, Yuan Chengyi's heart seemed to have been stabbed wide open by a sharp knife, and panic flowed uncontrollably along the wound.

Does he still feel scared?

Still can't let go, can't face up to the feelings he gave?

Or, like what Xue Minghui said, Jian Qiubai would never really put him in his heart if he didn't untie the knot in his heart.

Yuan Chengyi let out a long breath.

He felt a throbbing pain in his heart at the thought that the person he cherished so much could never truly love him.

What if I got his body?

He could leave anytime.

As Xue Minghui said, if he can escape once, he can escape the second time.

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After sending Xue Minghui to the hospital where she worked, Jian Qiubai did not go home.

He took a taxi to Songcheng Mausoleum, and for some reason, he suddenly felt very confused.

Thinking of the words I love you that Yuan Chengyi said before he left, he felt very conflicted.

Don't even want to go back and face him now.

He didn't know how to face him.

So, he decided to go see Jiang Fengli, maybe, seeing her, his chaotic mood would be sorted out a bit.

"Are you here?" The old man guarding the cemetery warmly greeted Jian Qiubai when he saw him.

He knew Jian Qiubai, although he hadn't met him a few times.

There are only five or six times a year to go to the mausoleum, but every time he comes to the mausoleum, Jian Qiubai is the person who stays the longest in the entire cemetery, so he is very impressed with him.

These days, there are not many people who can talk to a mausoleum for two or three hours.

"Uncle, you haven't retired yet?"

Jian Qiubai smiled and looked at the old mausoleum guard with gray hair.

"Hi." The old man took out a root from his pocket, took a breath and said, "There is no age limit for visiting graves. As long as I don't die, I can stay here and work."

Jian Qiubai pursed her lips and smiled and said, "There should be no one visiting my mother's tomb recently, right?"

The old man thought for a while and said: "Come on, for more than a year, there will always be a man coming!"

"A man?" Jian Qiubai frowned: "How old is he?"

"In his twenties and thirties, he looks very young, and he looks very tough."

"What did he come here for?"

"Don't do anything, just put down the bunch of flowers, don't say anything, just stand for a while and leave, oh, right."

The old man clicked his tongue and said, "I heard from the person in charge of the cemetery that he seems to have given the person in charge a large sum of money to let us repair and take care of your mother's tomb."

Jian Qiubai's heart trembled, and he quickly said: "Uncle, I won't chat with you anymore, I'm going to see my mother."

"Well, let's go."

When Jian Qiubai ran quickly to Jiang Fengli's tomb, he was instantly shocked by the scene in front of him.

The mausoleum has been surrounded by a protective device similar to a fence, and many flowers have been placed in front of the tombstone.

Jian Qiubai walked in, bent down to pick up the bouquet of flowers on the tombstone, and saw a card outside the flower package.

Nothing was written on the card, only the signature in the lower left corner.

"Son in XX: Jian Qiubai Liu"

Jian Qiubai's eyes shook violently, the hand holding the card tightened, and the knuckles turned white.

He knew that strong font.

Yuan Chengyi's handwriting is like this, very powerful, and he will never show his face when he writes the white words.

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"came back?"

Yuan Chengyi opened the door and looked at Jian Qiubai with a smile.

Jian Qiubai walked into the living room expressionlessly.

While closing the door, Yuan Chengyi said in a deep voice, "It's not too late to come back. I just cooked the rice, but you didn't throw away the few dishes I made for you yesterday, so I just..."

"Why do you want to go to my mother's cemetery?"

Jian Qiubai interrupted him to ask in a cold tone.

The expression on Yuan Chengyi's face froze for a while, and after a moment of silence, he turned around and walked to Jian Qiubai's side, pulled the zipper on his padded jacket and said

"Take off your coat first, it's very hot in the house, and it's easy to catch a cold if you cover it..."

"No need." Jian Qiubai brushed his hand away, "I can do it myself."

Yuan Chengyi paused, sighed, and stepped back.