The Charming Cannon Fodder

But before she stepped out of the door, she saw Song Shunan in a black suit outside the door and his assistant Lin Nan.

Although Song Shunan would often be by her side during this period, he has already taken over Lu's after all. There are many company affairs waiting for him to handle. He is not by her side all the time, even many times, even though Song Shunan and Song Yushen, both talented and capable, had to work overtime until late at night because of the huge group.

So strictly speaking, she actually only had a lot of time to see Song Shunan, but not much time to get along.

It was also when Ying Rusheng saw Song Shunan, Song Shunan had already turned his eyes.

He was about to call her, but he was startled for a moment.

Ying Rusheng has always loved red. All her dresses are dignified and classic red, dazzling as if to burn all the sins in the world, but at this moment, she is uncharacteristically wearing a pure white elegant dress. Without any decoration, her hair was draped softly, misty and cold, like snow in the clouds.

Song Shunan had no other impression of this kind of Ying Rusheng except for seeing it in the fallen photo four years ago.

But even the photo four years ago is different from Ying Rusheng at this moment. In the photo with the same white dress, the girl’s smile is bright and innocent, the kind of innocent romance that hasn’t happened before. Ying Rusheng also wore a white skirt, with a slight soft smile on her face, but she couldn't find any trace of innocence. It was more like a kind of indifferent and elegant precipitated after life.

Even though Ying Rusheng is beautiful and dazzling no matter what, but at this moment she is gentle and gentle, but it makes people feel pity and distress. The suffocation in his heart seemed to be entangled.

Song Shunan paused for a moment, motioned Lin Nan to stop talking for a while, and walked towards Ying Rusheng, "It's still raining during the holiday today. Where did Shengsheng go so early when he got up?"

"I want to see an old person." Ying Rusheng didn't hide it.

Thinking of the original body and Wen Yanfan, her eyes softened, but the relationship between the original body and Wen Yanfan was pure and beautiful.

Old man?

So suddenly, Song Shunan thought of Wen Yanfan. When he looked at Ying Rusheng, his always gentle eyes were filled with darkness involuntarily.

In fact, compared to Song Yushen, he cared more about the gentle words and fanatics who were already dead but had been living in her heart.

But even though he was stuck in her throat, that person had already taken root in her heart. It was an existence that he could not overcome and could not erase, and would continue to exist.

Song Shunan has always been cold-hearted. Before falling in love with Ying Rusheng, he didn't even understand why emotions like love could be tortured to death. But after falling in love with young girls, he was not only proud of being calm and self-sufficient. Dissipated without a trace, even a person who had died and could no longer survive to fight with him for a girl could be disgusted.

Ridiculous but so real.

But even though he cared about him, he would not show it in front of her.

So he just smiled gently, and habitually rubbed the girl's head, "It's raining heavily outside, remember to go home early."

But this time Ying Rusheng stepped back and avoided Song Shunan's hand, seemingly complaining, "Big brother, how old I am, you still coax me like a kid."

Four years ago when she was still young, Song Shunan touched her head like this, but she didn't notice it. But now that her body is not young anymore, she also knows Song Shunan's mind, and naturally can't let it go any longer.

Ying Rusheng's subconsciously avoiding action made Song Shunan's hand pounce empty, and he looked at the girl.

The corners of the girl’s eyes and the eyebrows seemed to be pure complaints that he treated her as a child, rather than avoiding his feelings, but Song Shunan was so clever, he clearly remembered that she had avoided him in these days. Pieces.

She may have realized his feelings, and she is still avoiding rejection.

Thinking of this, his heart sank, but his face was still smiling, "Why didn't you grow up to be my shengsheng?"

Seeing that Ying Rusheng seemed to be about to speak again, he smiled before she spoke, "Well, since you don't like it, brother will not be like this in the future. Taking advantage of the rain is a little bit smaller now, go and wait for you. Come back, I have something to tell you in two days."

"Well, then I'm leaving." Ying Rusheng said goodbye to Song Shunan with a smile, "Goodbye, big brother."

Song Shunan kept watching Ying Rusheng's figure, until she completely disappeared before his eyes, he withdrew his gaze, and those phoenix eyes that were full of gentle expression when watching the girl were slightly stained with deep gloom.

Thinking of the girl's long white dress and the gentle look in her eyes when she mentioned the deceased, his heart uncontrollably breeds little depression and coldness.

**

Here, Ying Rusheng went halfway to buy flowers and went straight to the cemetery.

The cemetery where Wen Yanfan was sleeping should be some distance from Song's house. She felt that she had been sitting in the car for a long time before arriving.

Probably because of heavy rain, although today is Qingming Festival, few people come to the cemetery, in twos and threes.

Ying Rusheng got out of the car and didn't let anyone follow. She took the umbrella and took the things into the cemetery. But I don’t know if it’s because of the oppressive and cold atmosphere surrounding the cemetery. She always feels that every step she approaches the cemetery, Just suppress one point.

This kind of depression and uncomfortable feeling became more obvious as she walked step by step to the mountain where Wen Yanfan was buried, and it was even so obvious that it had disturbed her mind, and countless ghosts flashed in her mind.

It's just that those phantoms flashed too fast, and she disappeared before she could capture them.

And it was in such increasingly mixed and messy thoughts that she actually seemed to see Song Yushen.

At this moment, Song Yushen was not always wearing a silver-gray suit like before, but a black suit like Song Shunan. The elegance and nobility of the whole body was suppressed by the solemnity.

How could Song Yushen, who left early, appear in the cemetery?

Ying Rusheng thought that her thoughts were too chaotic and she had made a mistake, but when she calmed down and looked again, Song Yushen's figure did not disappear, even getting clearer and closer.

Is it really Song Yushen?

Different from Ying Rusheng's hesitation, Song Yushen was sure from the beginning that the person he saw was Ying Rusheng. It's just that he was a little surprised, because Ying Rusheng never wears dresses other than red.

But at such a close distance, Ying Rusheng's familiar eyebrows came into view, but he couldn't help but doubt him.

He looked at her paler eyebrows against the backdrop of the snow-white dress, frowned slightly, and tentatively called, "A Sheng?"

Why is she here? He was also wearing a white dress he had never seen before.

"Huh?" Ying Rusheng finally determined that the person in front of him was Song Yushen.

She was surprised, "Did Uncle wake up early today to visit his deceased too?"

Is it also to visit an old friend? She came to visit her deceased?

Song Yu deeply remembered that the boy he was visiting was not actually an old friend, but he did not explain, just a faint "um", and then, "You are not feeling well? Why is your face so pale?"

Ying Rusheng also knows that her current state is definitely not good, but she just said, "There is no discomfort. It may be because of the lack of makeup. It looks a little pale."

Song Yushen was not that foolish. He could see that there was something wrong with her face, but he didn't break her through, "It's fine if you don't feel uncomfortable."

He also suggested, "You bring a lot of things. It may be very tiring to go along the way. May I accompany you up there?"

He was not at ease in her state.

"No, I can still handle these things. Uncle, let's go back first." Ying Rusheng tactfully refused, and after a couple of sentences with Song Yushen, he left.

Under her insistence, Song Yushen failed to go up with her.

But he didn't go down the mountain immediately, but watched her go up the mountain. She walked very slowly and her figure seemed a little unstable.

He thought for a moment, but because he was not at ease, he turned around and followed.

But the girl who used to be extremely sensitive was so slow today that he didn't even notice that he followed behind her without any cover.

The worry in his heart was even worse, but because he knew the girl's temperament, he didn't step forward to stop her, but he kept following her not far and near.

However, the more he followed the girl up the mountain, besides worrying about the girl, he also had some inexplicable feelings.

There are many tombs on this mountain, but the girl has never stopped. Her target seems to be the tomb on the mountain.

And he actually only came down from the top of the mountain.

This strange conjecture was confirmed when the girl walked through all the other tombs and onto the top of the mountain.

Seeing the girl opened the railing door and stepped into the area of ​​the tomb, Song Yushen's steps stagnated for a moment, and even his worried eyes were stained with layers of darkness.

The old friend in her mouth is Wen Yan Fan?

And Ying Rusheng, who was walking in front of Song Yushen, did not feel someone following behind him.

Her five senses seemed to be entangled by the heavy depressive atmosphere in the cemetery after entering the cemetery. The more she walked up the mountain, this feeling became more obvious. Especially this feeling seemed to reach its peak when she walked into the tomb where Wen Yanfan was buried, and the weight in her heart seemed to condense into substance, suppressing her breathlessly.

She barely supported herself for a few steps, and finally held something on her hand before she almost fell, which was cold.

When she turned her head to see what she was holding, at the moment her eyes were lowered, a black-and-white photo came into her sight. It was also at that moment that the tears in her eyes slipped unconsciously, and her whole body fell completely soft. She couldn't even hold the umbrella, and fell directly in front of Wenyan Fan's tomb. The things in her hand were scattered all over the floor, and the picture in her mind was even more Is constantly intertwined.

This feeling is too desperate.

Ying Rusheng grabbed his heart that was undulating at a high speed, and was frightened. Is this the emotion left by the original body?

Is the original body's emotions so strong that it can affect her?

But it's not like it. If it is the residual emotion, it is impossible to affect her in this way, it is more like her own emotion.

But how is it possible? She has never loved Wen Yan Fan, and she doesn't even know who Wen Yan Fan is.

But she knew very well that if it were not for her own emotions, the original body's emotions could not have affected her in this way.

Ying Rusheng felt that she had fallen into an infinite loop, so she didn't even notice that she fell to the tomb when the rain got wet.

After a moment of stagnation, Song Yushen, who came in later, saw Ying Rusheng like this, and his steps suddenly stopped again.

She was surrounded by a suffocating despair, the tears on her face were mixed in the rain, and the mixed but nostalgic emotions in her eyes were unconcealed. This kind of despair, is she summed up by her old friend?

Song Yushen has always been moody, except for the violent emotional ups and downs when he realized that she was inseparable to him some time ago, even if he usually corresponds to Rusheng, he did not have too many emotional ups and downs, because he I feel that everything is under his control.

In fact, even if he realized that she was inseparable to him, he calmed down after a moment of shock, because she would be his wife, and all this was still under his control.

But at this moment, he felt that something seemed to be out of his control.

With the girl's current appearance, even if he pretended to deceive himself, there was no way to convince himself that she was not love for Wen Yan Fan.

She loves to be gentle.

Wen Yanfan who died in a car accident seven years ago.

Song Yu's eyebrows darkened.

At the same time, the girl's squeaky cries penetrated the rain curtain and penetrated into his ears. The sound was like a life-threatening poison, entangled in Song Yushen's heart.

He stared at the white skirt stained with dirt, like a girl falling into the dust, his usual calm and elegant complexion was now terrifying in the misty rain, his eyes behind the lens were more like black light that could swallow everything, and it was dark and dark. .

And that is, after Song Yushen was standing on the railing where the flowers were spreading, watching the girl tentatively raising her hand to touch the black and white photo, when she was about to walk out, there was another sound outside the fence.

A gray-faced middle-aged woman who didn't look particularly old entered the mausoleum.

Because Song Yushen stood concealed, and the woman seemed to be upset, she didn't notice Song Yushen at all. What she noticed was the girl in white skirt sitting in front of Wen Yanfan's tomb.

"Rusheng?" The woman seemed a little uncertain.

After all, since the Qingming Festival four years ago, she had never seen her when she came to visit Yan Fan's tomb. She thought she would not come again, but she did not expect that she would appear at Yan Fan's tomb four years later.

Although Ying Rusheng was in a trance, she could still hear such a clear voice.

For the time being, she ignored the strangeness that had arisen in her heart just because she tentatively touched Wen Yanfan's photo, and rolled her eyes, "Auntie?"

There is an impression of a woman in the memory of the original body. The gray-haired woman in front of me is actually only more than forty. She is Wenyanfan's mother.

But in fact, in the memory of the original body, the woman in front of her should have a dignified and elegant appearance, not her old age.

Her heart twitched fiercely, and the messy and illusory image in her mind seemed to be realised a bit, and she was able to see Wen Yanfan's figure clearly from it.

What is going on today?

Ying Rusheng had difficulty understanding what happened today, and it seemed that everything began to become abnormal since she entered the cemetery.

Madam Wen looked at the girl who had obviously grown longer than four years ago, but her thoughts were complicated.

It is false to say that she does not blame the girl at all. After all, if Fan didn’t want to buy a gift for her, to compensate for not accompanying her in the last month of the college entrance examination, he would never go to the mall to pick up the gift ordered after the college entrance examination. If you don't go to the mall, maybe you won't have a car accident on the road.

But she also understands that this girl can’t be blamed, because she never asked Yan Fan to do anything for her. Even in the last month of the college entrance examination, Yan Fan did not stay with her often, she never made trouble, even thoughtfully. Support Yan Fan to study hard for the college entrance examination. But buying gifts for her after the college entrance examination was Yan Fan's willingness and had nothing to do with her.

What's more, she is a person whom Yanfan loves and cherishes deeply. After Yan Fan passed away, she seemed to have never walked out of the shadows of that year. Even now, she is still full of sorrow that seems to be condensed into substance. She has no right to blame her for this.

It can be clear, but she is a human being after all, and she can't do it without distractions. Therefore, she has always pityed and loved Ying Rusheng, but she did not want to see her often.

Ying Rusheng reluctantly suppressed the chaotic thoughts as Mrs. Wen got closer, and supported her shaky body, "It's been a long time since I saw my aunt..."

She didn't even finish a complete sentence, and her body shook uncontrollably, and her eyes turned black.

She felt that her current state was not right, the whole person was spinning around, and her heart was even more uncomfortable so that she could not straighten her waist at all.

Ying Rusheng's abnormality was too obvious, and Madam Wen was about to step forward to support her, but someone was faster than her.

Song Yushen directly supported Ying Rusheng before she shook her body again, hooked her waist, and let her lean in his arms.

Author: Sure enough, this sadomasochistic Wife more suitable for me.

How many brain cells I have to die for sprinkling sugar, I can’t write about how many brain cells I lose.

But the abuse of men, I don't have any shaking hands.

Hi, my happiness is built on the pain of others.

Looking at my uncle and brother in pain, my happiness can be ascendant.

Hey, come on, the storm of abuse of uncle is even bigger.