Becoming Audacious After Marriage: Madam, Please Keep a Low Profile

Chapter 779: Fanwai: Gentle Limited Edition (15)

After a period of time, it was autumn, and the weather gradually turned cooler.

It started drizzling in Shencheng today, and the tall buildings near and far were shrouded in gray.

Shao Qin drove the car to the middle of the mountain, turned a corner and drove to the entrance of the cemetery. Yuxuan got down from the back seat of the Bentley under an umbrella, trembling in the wind.

I don't know why, I dreamed of Li Xiang last night, even though today is not her anniversary, Yuxuan still came to worship. Li Beichen was a little worried. He wanted to accompany her, but Yu Zun had a very important meeting. His schedule for the day was so full that he could only ask Shao Qin to accompany her.

When leaving the capital of Huadu, Yuxuan wore a light-colored sweater and a black windbreaker outside. It was warm at first, but the tomb mountain where it was raining was a bit cold.

With slender fingers pulling the black windbreaker on her body, Yu Xuan slowly walked towards Li Xiang's tomb. Shao Qin saw that she was depressed and a little depressed. He wanted to follow her, but Yu Xuan refused. She had to stand beside the Bentley and wait for her.

Getting closer and closer to the cemetery, Yuxuan seemed to feel a bit heavy to walk step by step.

I haven't visited Li Xiang for several years.

In the year when she returned from Canada, Yuxuan was pregnant. Ma Wu, who took care of her daily life, was very conservative. She always said that if she was pregnant, going to a cold and humid place like the cemetery would be bad for the fetus.

She was originally unwilling to compromise, but Li Beichen refused to allow her to worship.

It's not that he believed in the words of Madam Wu, who really thought that the yin atmosphere of the cemetery would affect the fetus, but that she was pregnant and walking on the mountain was inconvenient, so he was not allowed to let it rest.

In a flash, six or seven years passed.

The rain is getting heavier gradually, and the mountains are covered with fine white water mist, and the line of sight is gradually blurred. When he was about to walk to Li Xiang's cemetery, he saw a stalwart and tall figure from a distance, holding a large bunch of lavender in his hand, and the drizzle fell on him, but he didn't care.

Yuxuan was startled for a moment. For too many years, she couldn't recognize it, and only a few seconds later came to her senses.

It was Huo Shaoting, and Li wanted to love the man who was miserable.

Perceiving someone behind him, the man turned sideways.

The moment he saw Yuxuan, his handsome face was also startled, and then his low voice hoarsely said, "Long time no see."

On the tombstone, Li Xiang's picture is smiling, sweet and immaculate.

The umbrella in his hand seemed to be unable to hold, closing his eyes, Yu Xuan said after a while, "Well...long time no see, is it okay to have a little bit?"

For the past seven years, Dian Dian is eleven years old.

She had leukemia, and her body was very weak since she was a child, until Huo Shaoting, who was the biological father, donated her bone marrow to the child, so that she could live like a normal child.

When talking about the child, the man smiled, his face softened, "She is very good, and missed you a lot for the past few years."

While talking, Huo Shaoting leaned over slightly, placing the bunch of lavender in the palm of his hand in front of Li Xiang's grave.

The sound of the wind and rain on the tomb hill was getting louder, the rain was so dense that it poured into the bone marrow, and the skin was a bit cold and cold, and the bunch of lavender trembled lonely under the rain curtain.

He slowed down for a while before continuing to say calmly, "Seven years ago, you ran away from Li Beichen. I tried to contact you, but failed. Then I took a little bit to Australia and only recently returned to the imperial capital. "

She listened to him, then nodded.

Huo Shaoting seemed to want to smoke a cigarette, but he didn't open his umbrella, and the pack of cigarettes was wet. My fingertips felt empty, and I pressed the lighter down a little lonely. With a click, the sparks turned on and off, and I let go.