I am bound to learn Xingbang system

Zhuang Yuan felt like a stick in his throat.

He tossed and turned in the middle of the night and couldn't fall asleep. Several times he took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Ying Wugou, but when he thought of the relationship between Ying Wugou and Yun Zhengqing, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. Ghou couldn't choose his biological mother, but he couldn't accept it emotionally for a while.

He hesitated for a long time before facing Ying Wugou's WeChat interface, but at this moment, Ying Wugou sent "Are you asleep?" instead.

Zhuang Yuan was silent for a long time in response to that sentence, and did not reply.

Perhaps because he thought Zhuang Yuan had already fallen asleep, Ying Wugou didn't send any other messages.

Zhuang Yuan sighed, and put down the phone with some emotion.

The next day, Zhuang Yuan followed Zhuang Minghong to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city, and came to Mrs. Zhuang's tomb. This tomb is magnificent and luxurious, covering an area of ​​about tens of square meters. Everything is available. The design of the three-storey small attic is like a small temple of heaven, with white marble stone railings on the side, two stone tomb beasts carved in front of the tomb, and a few lands for planting flowers and plants around the tomb. It is full of flowers and plants of various colors, fragrant and full of spring. At first glance, it does not look like a cemetery at all, but like a small garden.

The tombstone is also very delicately carved, with lotus leaves and lotus flowers carved on the bottom, dragons and phoenixes carved on both sides, and a portrait of the owner of the tomb carved in the middle. The passage of time can never fade.

The middle-aged woman on the sculpture has a gentle smile on her face, and her eyebrows and eyes are as gentle as water, which makes people feel like a spring breeze. After watching it for a long time, it seems that even the soul can be healed.

In addition, there are only seven large characters written on the tombstone - the tomb of his beloved wife Fang Yunxiao.

Zhuang Yuan looked at the smiling Mrs. Zhuang on the tombstone, and suddenly felt a little depressed for no reason. Maybe he was infected by the remaining emotions of the original owner, and felt empathy for a moment.

Zhuang Yuan looked at Mrs. Zhuang's tombstone silently, and said silently in his heart, Mrs. Zhuang, don't worry, I will live a good life for your son...

In addition, if you have a spirit in the sky, you must bless the scumbag Xiaosan to have bad luck in her life and get retribution.

At this moment, Zhuang Yuan couldn't help but glanced at Zhuang Minghong who was at the side, but suddenly found that Zhuang Minghong's expression was unprecedentedly sad, his eyes seemed to have lost all luster, he was stunned for a moment.

Looking at Mrs. Zhuang's tombstone, Zhuang Minghong was obviously in a bad mood, which made Zhuang Yuan feel a little better, but when Zhuang Yuan thought of the shitty things about Zhuang Minghong and Yun Zhengqing, he immediately became nervous again.

Everyone is dead, so what's the use of pretending to be affectionate now?A scumbag is not qualified to show affection.

Zhuang Minghong looked deeply at the tombstone in front of him, and there were emotions in his eyes that no one could understand.

Zhuang Yuan remained silent and did not say a word. The father and son had no communication during the whole process, just like strangers.

At this moment, there was a sound of elegant and light footsteps, getting louder and louder from far to near, and suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

When Zhuang Yuan looked up, he was taken aback for a moment, his eyes widened slightly, and it turned out that the person who came was... Yun Zhengqing.

Today's Yun Zhengqing is dressed very elegantly, wearing a black plain cheongsam, a black gauze hat on her head, and black high-heeled shoes on her feet. She is all in black, low-key and elegant.

Her expression was calm but slightly sad, and she slowly came to Mrs. Zhuang's tomb.

Zhuang Yuan glanced at Yun Zhengqing indifferently, he didn't expect that Yun Zhengqing would come to visit Mrs. Zhuang's grave. Maybe Yun Zhengqing was Zhuang Minghong's victim, but Mrs. Zhuang was the victim of Zhuang Minghong and Yun Zhengqing. How did Zheng Qing have the face to appear in front of Mrs. Zhuang's tomb?

But to his surprise, Zhuang Minghong didn't act very excited after seeing Yun Zhengqing, but was very calm, even a little depressed, obviously not in a high mood.

Heh, he acted so calmly in front of his original partner. He was obviously very excited every time he saw Yun Zhengqing before!Zhuang Yuan sneered inwardly.

Yun Zhengqing was holding a bouquet of daisies in her arms. She slowly placed the flowers in front of Mrs. Zhuang's tomb, and then she mourned silently with her eyes half closed.

Zhuang Yuan looked on coldly, but in front of Mrs. Zhuang's tomb, he didn't want to do anything to disturb Mrs. Zhuang's tranquility. He looked at Mrs. Zhuang on the left and Zhuang Minghong on the right, feeling full of irony.

The three of them stayed together in silence for quite a while, and no one spoke, until Zhuang Yuan couldn't take it anymore and turned to leave first.

After Zhuang Yuan walked a few steps, Yun Zhengqing suddenly caught up and stopped him.

Even though he was reluctant, Zhuang Yuan still paused and stopped.

Yun Zhengqing hesitated for a moment, then said softly: "Zhuang Yuan... so you are Aunt Yun's son..."

Zhuang Yuan glanced at Yun Zhengqing indifferently, although Yun Zhengqing looked like he had just learned his true identity not long ago, but he didn't really believe in an actor's "true revealing".

"Empress Yunying, what can I do for you?"

Facing Zhuang Yuan's indifferent attitude, Yun Zhengqing smiled bitterly: "I know you must have some complaints about me in your heart, and I don't want to ask you to forgive me, but I still want to do my best to treat you better, after all You are Aunt Yun's son."

Zhuang Yuan said lightly: "No need, I'll trouble you."

Yun Zhengqing sighed softly: "Can't you let me make it up to you?"

The corners of Zhuang Yuan's lips curled into a mocking arc: "You don't owe me anything." The only people Yun Zhengqing was sorry for were Mrs. Zhuang and the original owner, but now these two people are gone.

Yun Zhengqing looked at Zhuang Yuan with complicated eyes, her face hesitated to speak, she seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Zhuang Yuan turned around and left without hesitation. He left the cemetery without waiting for Zhuang Minghong.

When he came to the entrance of the cemetery, he suddenly found a somewhat familiar car parked at the entrance of the cemetery, and stopped immediately - it was Ying Wugou's car.

Why did Ying Wugou appear here?Could it be that he sent Yun Zhengqing here?Thinking of this, Zhuang Yuan felt aggrieved and uncomfortable, so he deliberately pretended that he didn't see Ying Wugou's car, and went straight out.

The car drove over slowly, and followed Zhuang Yuan unhurriedly. Although it didn't stop Zhuang Yuan, it followed him all the time, like a follower. Neng stopped and ran to knock on the car window.

The car window rolled down slowly, revealing Ying Wugou's handsome face. He looked at Zhuang Yuan with a slight frown, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Zhuang Yuan: "Why are you following me?"

Ying Wugou frowned slightly, but his eyes were a little blank: "Why didn't you reply to my message last night?"

Zhuang Yuan chuckled: "What are you doing here?"

Ying Wugou frowned slightly: "Come to find you."

Zhuang Yuan said indifferently: "You came here with Yun Zhengqing?"

Ying Wugou paused, frowned and said, "This is just a coincidence."

Zhuang Yuan glanced at Ying Wugou complicatedly: "It seems that you are very clear about what happened back then, and you also know what day it is today."

Ying Wugou fell into silence.

Zhuang Yuan didn't know what to say, after a while, he said softly, "Go, I don't want to see you today."

Ying Wugou looked at Zhuang Yuan, as if he didn't know how to explain, his eyes were slightly dazed.

Zhuang Yuan turned around and left. After walking for a while, he found that Ying Wugou's car was following him again, but this time he made up his mind to ignore Ying Wugou.

So the others walked slowly in front, and Ying Wugou's car followed slowly. He didn't know how long he had walked, nor how long Ying Wugou followed, until he finally couldn't help it. , turned around and got into a small alley, and finally got rid of Ying Wugou's car.

Just when Zhuang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard a scream.

"... Zhuang Yuan?!"

"It just looks a little like it?"

"Impossible! I won't admit it! Yuan Yuan, are you Yuan Yuan?"

Zhuang Yuan looked up subconsciously, only to find that after passing through the alley, he came to a commercial street. This commercial street had a lot of traffic, and several stylishly dressed girls were looking at him in surprise.

It wasn't until this time that Zhuang Yuan realized that he didn't change his disguise today, and today was the day to visit Mrs. Zhuang's grave. Of course, he couldn't make himself look so unrecognizable to his own mother. Although he didn't wear makeup, with his current appearance Skin condition, no makeup is better than makeup, naturally it is easy to be recognized.

"My God! It's really Zhuang Yuan! My God! He's so handsome!"

"He still seems to have no makeup! Does the agreed celebrity look different with or without makeup? He looks handsome without makeup!"

"I thought his photos were all P's, but he's even more handsome in real life than in the photos, and he doesn't even have makeup on!"

The girls became excited instantly, their voices were a bit loud, and they immediately attracted the attention of other people around them.

"Is there a star? What star?!"

"Zhuang Yuan! It's Zhuang Yuan!"

"Ah, Zhuang Yuan, I have liked you for a long time! Can you take a photo with me?"

"I don't want a photo, just a signature, please give me a signature!"

Seeing the surging crowd, Zhuang Yuan subconsciously took a step back, not knowing that it would be too late for passers-by who pretended to be just a bit similar, at this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Zhuang Yuan was startled. He looked up and found that it was Ying Wugou. Before his brain could react, his body subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Ying Wugou said in a deep voice, "Run!"

As soon as Ying Wugou finished speaking, he grabbed Zhuang Yuan's wrist and turned around to run. Zhuang Yuan subconsciously ran along, and the large group of people behind him also ran along.

The two got into another alley, and quickly walked across the street, just like a chase scene in a movie, the person in front is running, and the person behind is chasing.

As Zhuang Yuan ran, he gradually left behind the aggrieved depression of the past two days. However, at this moment, they ran into a dead end. Zhuang Yuan had completely forgotten what he said a few minutes ago. He subconsciously turned his head to look at Ying Wugou: "What should we do now?"

Ying Wugou looked back and found that the people behind hadn't caught up yet, so he took Zhuang Yuan's hand and climbed up to the low balcony of a residential building next to him. There was a sound of chaotic footsteps.

"This is a dead end! Strange? Where are people?"

"Did we go to the wrong place?"

"But I clearly saw him running in this direction..."

Just when Zhuang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, Ying Wugou, who was squatting beside him, suddenly pinched his chin and kissed him.

Zhuang Yuan wanted to push away subconsciously, but he was afraid of making a noise, so he could only give Ying Wugou a helpless look.

"Look for it!"

"Did it go over the wall?"

"Could it have gone to the other side?"

Amidst the noisy voices, Zhuang Yuan closed his eyes and devoted himself to this kiss.