Young Master Lu's Warm Wedding and His Lovely New Bride

Chapter 1880

The little girl thought about it and shook her head innocently: "I don't know." When speaking, the clear and beautiful eyes are covered with a layer of transparent fog, which makes people feel sad.

Su Jian'an tells the little girl in a soft voice that she can feel sad occasionally without reason, but she can't lose her temper with the people around her.

"Well." The little girl looked simple and said, "I know."

On the first floor, there is a room vacant all the year round. Su Jian'an used it as an art classroom for the kids.

In the classroom, the boys are ready to wait for their late arrival.

Xiangyi also quickly picked up her mood, entered the state, and waved to Lu Boyan and Su Jian'an at the door.

"Have a good class." Su Jian'an told a few little guys to close the door and go back to the living room with Lu Boyan.

Tang Yulan went out to play cards and have afternoon tea with her friends. Aunt Zhou didn't come here either. Su Yicheng was the only one in the living room.

"Brother," Su Jian'an sat on the sofa opposite Su Yicheng and asked, "why didn't Xiao Xi come here?"

"Read the design at home."

Su Yicheng didn't notice that. When he spoke, there was a smile on his lips.

Luo Xiaoxi's brand of high-heeled shoes has been established, but Su Yicheng still feels that all this is a dream occasionally.

Who would have thought that Luo Xiaoxi, who is keen on Party shopping, would become a professional woman? She not only relearned management, but also spent the weekend at work. When it comes to new product design week, she even sleeps later than Su Yicheng.

Therefore, in order to support Luo Xiaoxi's career, Su Yicheng also "sacrificed" a lot.

But Su was willing.

Su Jian'an is used to working hard for Luo Xiaoxi. She smiles, adjusts her comfortable sitting position on the sofa and turns on her mobile phone.

Today's date is in Su Jian'an's eyes, nothing special.

What makes Su Jian An's eyes moist is tomorrow.

Four years ago tomorrow, Su Hongyuan passed away.

Su Jian'an still remembers that at that time, shortly after she joined Lu's media as the deputy director of artists, many of her work was far from as handy as it is today. She was so busy that she was dizzy every day, and so was that day. Until a sudden phone call, in her mind dropped a blockbuster.

It's a phone call from the hospital, telling her that Su Hongyuan is in XX Hospital. If she rushes there right away, maybe she can see Su Hongyuan for the last time.

Before the spring festival that year, the relationship between Su Jian'an and Su Hongyuan had just eased. The two little guys also called Su Hongyuan "grandfather" and they were very close to Su Hongyuan.

Su Jian'an thinks that everything will develop in a better direction. If Su Hongyuan wants to, he can even occasionally come to stay for a few days and let two little guys accompany him to relieve his boredom.

That phone call, it broke everything.

On the way to the hospital, Su Jian'an almost trembled and contacted Su Hongyuan's driver.

After su Hongyuan handed over the Su group to Su Yicheng, he left only one driver at his side. He said that the driver was the person he trusted most - only the driver was with him when he was at his worst, telling him that everything would pass.

The driver told Su Jianan everything on the phone.

It turned out that before the Chinese new year, Su Hongyuan had found out that he was suffering from liver cancer, which was in advanced stage, and there was no need to receive treatment.

Therefore, the first thing Su Hongyuan does after his relationship with Su Jianan's brother and sister is to hand over the company to Su Yicheng and give Su Jianan what should be given to him.

After that, Su Hongyuan was obviously much more relaxed, although he knew that he had not had much time.

Su Hongyuan relies on painkillers to maintain his apparent normality. At the weekend, he goes to see Su Yicheng and Su Jian'an, and by the way, he sees some kids.

Su Hongyuan said that this was the most relaxed and carefree time in his later life.

Su Jian'an, with tears on her face, sobbed and asked the driver why Su Hongyuan was hiding from her and Su Yicheng.

The driver sighed and said that he had advised Su Hongyuan to tell Su Jian'an and Su Yicheng about his illness, but Su Hongyuan refused without thinking about it.

Su Hongyuan said that when Su Jian'an and Su Cheng were children, he did not fulfill the responsibility of being a father. Later, when they grew up, they didn't bother him at all. Now that he is in trouble, he should not bother the two children. What's more, his ending is so clear that there is no need to cure him. Just wait for the day to come.

Su Hongyuan even arranged his own affairs.

In this way, Su Jianan and Su Yicheng didn't know his illness until the day when Su Hongyuan was going to leave.

When Su Jian'an and Su Yicheng arrived at the hospital, Su Hongyuan looked very well. Su Jian an hoped that what she heard on the phone was only a joke. However, the doctor told her and Su Yicheng that this might be the last time for Su Hongyuan to listen to what the old man wanted to say.

Seeing the tears on Su Jian'an's face, Su Hongyuan laughed and said, "Jane, don't be sad. Everyone's life has an end. I just came to the end. "

The more understated Su Hongyuan was, the more she felt as if her heart had been torn in two, and the pain was unbearable.

"I have no regrets." Su Hongyuan said with a smile on his pale face, "if you forgive me, I can still hear you call me 'dad' before I leave, and I can hear the children call me 'grandfather' and 'grandfather'. I really don't have any regrets. Don't be sad."

"Dad..." Su Jian'an couldn't restrain herself any more and cried bitterly.

Su Yicheng holds Su Hongyuan's hand, tears have been swirling in his eyes, and finally they fall uncontrollably.

"Yi Cheng," Su Hongyuan said, difficultly turning his eyes to Su Yi Cheng, "take good care of Jane in the future. Don't let her... Be wronged. "

Su Yicheng closed his eyes, nodded and said, "OK."

Su Hongyuan like to put down the biggest knot, showing a reassuring smile, and then told Su Yicheng: "you too, don't work too tired, pay more attention to the body." He spoke with great care, as if Su Yicheng could do it as long as he tried to speak it out.

Su Yicheng can only nod: "I will."

Su Hongyuan patted Su Yicheng and Su Jian'an on the back of their hands, breathed a long sigh of relief, closed their eyes, like a very tired person who needs rest.

Su Jian'an obviously feels that Su Hongyuan's strength is disappearing. She subconsciously shouts Su Hongyuan: "Dad... Dad!"

"..." Su Hongyuan didn't respond. Like a sleeping old man, his face was full of peace and tranquility.

In fact, from this moment on, Su Hongyuan never responded to Su Jian'an's call.

Su Jian'an doesn't want to accept the sudden fact. She shouts Su Hongyuan desperately, but only the doctor's voice announcing the time of death responds to her.

This is the second time that Su Jian'an faced the death of her relatives. She felt as if she had been involved in a mass of invisible cotton, which directly blocked her heart. The dull pain was suppressed in her body and spread from her heart to her whole body. Her whole strength was drained by an invisible force.

Finally, it was su Yicheng who held Su Jian'an. She slowly calmed down and accepted the truth with tears.

More than a decade ago, she lost her mother.

Now, she lost her father.

Su Jian'an hugs Su Yicheng as hard as she did when she saw her mother off in the hospital more than ten years ago.

The future affairs were arranged by Su Hongyuan.

There is no memorial service, and the funeral is simple. Su Hongyuan sleeps beside their mother.

Su Jian'an forgot how she got out of her sadness. She only remembered that day by day, sadness was diluted little by little, and life gradually returned to its normal rhythm.

However, in these days of every year, she will be as sad as the hospital she went back to that year.

Su Jian'an put down her mobile phone and looked at Su Yicheng: "brother, tomorrow..."

Su Yicheng certainly remembered what day it was tomorrow and said, "I'll pick you up. We'll start early."

Su Jian'an nodded: "OK."

Art class is only more than two hours, there is a break in the middle, less than five o'clock, a few small guys left class, with their own "works" from the room ran out.

Xiyu and nuono are serious in class, and they are very decent. Niannian and Xiangyi are just like onlookers. After two classes, they just scribble on the paper.

But the two little guys still have a sense of achievement and come out with "works" for praise.

When Su Jian'an saw off his art teacher and teaching assistant, he turned his head and saw Lu Boyan holding a suitable "work", his face full of embarrassment.

The little girl is different. She looks at Lu Boyan expectantly, obviously waiting for his praise.

Lu Boyan pressed the temple, looked forward to the little girl and said, "it's great. But I think you can draw better. "

The little girl gave a "um" and looked at Lu Boyan with a positive face: "I can!"

Lu Boyan looked at the lovely little girl and laughed. He didn't ask her any more.

As long as the little girl is happy, it doesn't matter what she paints. He didn't ask her to be an artist when she grew up.

Su also Cheng see time almost, take nono home, did not expect to meet Muse Jue at the door.

Four years went by in a hurry. As if he had been ignored by time, he didn't have any traces of time on his body. He just looked more deep and cold than four years ago.

Most children don't take the initiative to get close to musjue when they see him, but Noro has not been afraid of musjue since he was a child. What's more, he has something to do today~

"Uncle Mu!" Nono opened his hands and ran to muskegee, hugging muskegee's thigh. "I haven't seen you today. I miss you so much. "

Musjue laughed, squatted down and looked at the little guy: "now I see it, do you still want to see it?"

"Think about it!" Nono nodded and looked at muskegee, puzzled, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

Seeing that the little fellow's desire for words had stopped, musager just followed his words and asked, "how much do you think?"