The black Rolls-Royce was parked outside, like the most oppressive darkness in the heart, surging layer by layer. The driver in a white uniform with gold buttons opened the door, Situ Shangxuan sat in, and Qian Lianxia followed suit.
After entering, Situ Shangxuan looked at her without making a sound, which made Qian Lianxia feel slightly relieved.
The butler told the driver the distance, and also specifically told him to talk less. Situ Shangxuan's usually cold expression in the rearview mirror became even colder, like Antarctic ice, making his snowy skin look even more pale. The butler
After a few words of explanation, the driver nodded in agreement, the Rolls-Royce started and slowly left Situ's house.
The car window was closed, and the sunny light outside could not enter the car. Situ Shangxuan was sitting as usual, and there was no clue at all. Only Qian Lianxia, who was sitting next to him, could see his eyes closing and opening from time to time.
, showing his inner unrest. Situ Shangxuan has always lived too calmly throughout his life, and no matter how strong the wind or the lang, he could not arouse the slightest emotion in him.
He is like the Dead Sea, lifeless and lifeless, but with a thorough indifference that despises the world.
Apart from the incident with Qian Lianxia, this was probably the second time he showed his emotions, but after all, he was still too calm.
Qian Lianxia would rather he burst into tears when hearing such things like ordinary people, or use various ways to vent his emotions, but none of these things could happen to Situ Shangxuan
Just because this man always hides secrets deep in his heart, including his vulnerability.
The clear sky above the cemetery is clear, light blue and almost transparent. The air is quiet and the air pressure here is oppressive and heavy.
At a glance, they are all filled with black tombstones.
Climbing up the stairs, Qian Lianxia followed Situ Shangxuan silently, with the driver walking at the front, seemingly on orders from the butler.
The driver's footsteps stopped in front of the largest cemetery, and Qian Lianxia also stopped. The driver bowed to Situ Shangxuan and her before quietly retreating.
There were several fresh bouquets of flowers placed in front of the tombstone, as if someone had just visited.
Situ Shangxuan squatted down. On the tombstone were two slightly old photos, with his face clearly visible.
Qian Lianxia took out the handkerchief in her pocket and gently wiped away the dust on it. The two faces were even more clear under the sun.
The man has a face that looks exactly like Situ Haoze, with brown eyes and a hint of bloodthirsty at the corners of his upturned lips; the woman is very gentle, and her green eyes make her as lazy as a cat.
Qian Lianxia immediately understood that this was Situ Shangxuan's mother. Just by looking at those eyes, she could tell that Shang Xuan actually looked more like her mother.
There are a few lines of words engraved on the tombstone below. I have roughly scanned it and it is roughly the tombstone of Situ Qiu and Gray Yama. The tombstone was erected by Situ Haoze, more than 20 years ago.
Qian Lianxia's brows wrinkled slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart. She died more than twenty years ago. How young she must have been at that time. She only gave birth to Shang Xuan and then died young. At this moment,
She could only sigh.
Situ Shangxuan squatted down, Qian Lianxia looked at his posture, frowned slightly, squatted down and put the handkerchief on the ground. After looking at the small handkerchief, she still felt that it was not enough, so she touched it
When he touched his neck, he realized that he was wearing a silk scarf today. He quickly took out the silk scarf and put it under his other knee.
She raised her head and looked sincerely at Situ Shangxuan above. The latter naturally understood what she meant. He bent his knees and landed on the silk scarf.
Qian Lianxia stood, relieved, at least he didn't reject her.
He remained motionless, his knees hitting the ground, and his eyes never left the tombstone and the two photos together. Perhaps what he wanted to do was to use this posture to complete the filial piety that he had not respected for all these years.
The flowing clouds over the cemetery quietly flowed by, and the wind came, and his golden hair blew, revealing the delicate corners of his eyes. Qian Lianxia saw that there was a trace of moist crystal flowing through the corners of his eyes, and he was instantly carried by the wind.
go.
Speechless, speechless for a long time, he didn't say a word, and she just stood silently with him. I don't know how long it took, but Qian Lianxia finally couldn't help but stepped forward and called him: "Shang Xuan,"
As soon as her hand touched the hem of his clothes, Situ Shangxuan had already turned around and hugged her body fiercely.
This gesture was so sudden that Qian Lianxia was stunned. After a long time, she raised her hand and hugged him back, coaxing him like a child, "Shang Xuan, don't be afraid, I'm here to accompany you."
His face was nestled in the hollow of her neck, and there was ice-cold liquid flowing down her neck and onto her skin. She was stunned, and he actually cried.
"Shang Xuan," she raised her hand and patted his back gently. At this time, Situ Shangxuan was not the boss behind Las Vegas, nor was he a self-centered man. He was just a man abandoned by his parents.
Child.
Qian Lianxia's nose felt sour, and she couldn't help but want to feel sad with him, "Cry if you want to, cry happily, don't think about your identity, don't think about anything, cry if you want to, don't
Don't worry, I'm the only one here, no one will see your vulnerability, cry if you want. Just let me see it, okay?"
She comforted her softly and allowed his arms to hug her body even more tightly. He hugged her so hard that she couldn't breathe. The air pressure in her chest dropped sharply. However, Qian Lianxia kept smiling and letting him use him.
way to vent his emotions.
It was very quiet in the cemetery, and her heartbeat was also very quiet, but there was still a trace of sobbing, accompanied by rolling tears, sliding deep into her clothes.
After the tears wet his clothes, he let go of her. His eyes were slightly red and swollen, but they returned to their former coldness. This embrace had nothing to do with it, it was just comfort and care.
"Thank you, Congee." Thank you for standing by my side when I was most sad. Thank you for not pushing away my arms.
His slender figure in a white suit was still graceful and tall. She followed him, but she didn't know how to answer.
He should say hate, I hate you, instead of thank you.
On the way back, he turned his face to the window, knowing that Qian Lianxia was looking at him again, but he did not turn around to look at her. Once a person makes up his mind, he is most afraid that he will be tempted again at some point.
No one's life is always linked to happiness, but no one's life is always sad.
As soon as the car door was opened, Yunnuo ran out of the villa with chubby hands and short legs, hugging Qian Lianxia's thigh tightly, "Mommy, where have you been? Yunnuo didn't see Mommy, I'm afraid."