But Lin Ze was not informed of the deadline, which meant that Yin Nu could leave at any time, or she might not leave for a long time.
This is very exciting news. At least for Lin Ze, this news undoubtedly makes him very happy.
It is not a good thing for a girl to always wander around outside. Being able to stay in Yanjing for a while will improve Yinnu's quality of life, and on the other hand, it will make Lin Ze worry less about her, no matter whether she is Strong enough to be on par with him, in the eyes of men, women are always weak. This is the bad nature of countless men, and it is also the direction of social public opinion. Brother Xiao Lin is not immune to this,
But before Lin Ze could be happy for a minute, Silver Girl said, "I won't live with you."
"Why." Lin Ze frowned slightly,
"Do you need a reason?" Silver Girl asked back,
"Isn't it necessary?" Lin Ze continued to ask,
"Do you need it?" Silver Girl said lightly,
",."
Lin Ze felt that he really didn't need to ask anymore. Silver Girl could listen to him, and she could do anything. But once she made a decision on some things, she would never trust anyone again. Lin Ze couldn't believe this. affim,
So Yin Nu left without any worries. She did not flirt with Lin Ze. They were affectionate and quite free and easy.
Lin Ze didn't ask anything. He was not a mother-in-law's woman, not to mention that the person he was facing was a silver girl. Lin Ze really couldn't find a reason to ask.
After having breakfast with the silver girl, Lin Ze rushed back to the Han family villa, the one belonging to Han Zhenbei.
Uncle Fu helped him prepare a guest room, and didn't ask much about his stay at night. He just looked at Lin Ze with a strange expression, and then went about his business.
Lin Ze didn't think anything. When he was about to go find Han Xiaoyi, he got an answer from the servants,
The eldest lady went out early in the morning and is not at the Han family now.
"Going out." Lin Ze was stunned for a moment, then asked in astonishment, "Is your master at home?"
"He's gone out too," the servant said.
"We went out together." Lin Ze suddenly became confused,
"Um."
Lin Ze returned to the guest room full of questions, first took a cold shower, and then planned to call Han Xiaoyi.
Didn't Han Zhenbei have a stroke? Didn't he have very few places to move around his body? Then why did he go out with Han Xiaoyi? He wasn't afraid of being discovered.
Although Lin Ze believes that Han Zhenbei is very confident in keeping this secret, it does not mean that there is no risk. Han Zhenbei has never been a negligent person. Why did he choose to go out at this time? Is there something extremely important? ,
Although he knew that it was unreasonable to call Han Xiaoyi to ask about their family affairs at this moment, but after all, it was related to the situation of the father and daughter, so he finally made a call to Han Xiaoyi.
Dudu,,
Dudu,,
The number you dialed is currently unavailable, please call again later.
Lin Ze called three times in a row, and all the replies he got were manual messages. He frowned slightly and said to himself: "We are in trouble."
As soon as this idea came up, he suppressed it with force, shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "No way, this is Yanjing, no one dares to touch them, even if Han Zhenbei needs to sit in a wheelchair, no one dares to do it A gracious move."
After thinking about it for a while, Lin Ze retracted the quilt and took a nap. He didn't sleep all night last night and was too sleepy...
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There are many cemeteries in Yanjing, of all levels.
There was a rather funny but helpless thing circulating in China before.
Living people cannot afford a house, and dead people cannot afford a piece of earth to bury them in. Therefore, the average age of Chinese people will become the highest in the world in the near future.
Why, I can’t afford to die,
As one of the few wealthy people in China, Han Zhenbei's industrial capital is difficult to estimate using actual data. People only know one thing: Even if Han Zhenbei starts to eat the boss from today, he can eat it for a hundred lifetimes, and he will not be able to finish it.
Is he short of money?
no shortage,
But at Han Xiaoyi's urging, Han Zhenbei and his daughter headed for a cemetery area that was not luxurious.
Compared with the sharp winter wind, the morning in late autumn is less cold, but more cold and cold. It is not only cold on the skin, but also on the heart.
Many tombstones are covered with yellowing dead leaves or around them. No one cleans them up, and probably no one comes to visit these deceased people. Except during the Qingming Festival on the Double Ninth Festival, people will perform their duties to express their not-so-sincere feelings. I'm afraid it will be very difficult to express my filial piety when I get serious about it.
Cold-blooded?
Not to mention, people always focus their energy on the living. If there are no regrets or memories of the deceased, it is difficult to have too much energy for the deceased elders who have passed away.
Han Xiaoyi pushed Han Zhenbei in a wheelchair to a tombstone. There were four people's names on the tombstone. In addition to the owner of the tombstone, they were Han Zhenbei and the Han family siblings.
There is no need to explain who is buried under the tombstone. Looking at Han Zhenbei's uncontrollable expression and Han Xiaoyi's guilty and heartbroken expression, one can 100% guess it.
Besides Mrs. Han, who could make these two Yanjing celebrities feel so heavy?
So depressed,
Han Zhenbei struggled to lift the arm that could still move four fingers. It had not been specially maintained, but the palm with few wrinkles gently rubbed the tombstone, as if treating a delicate piece of art, with extreme caution. For fear of disturbing the old friend under the curtain,
Han Zhenbei sat in the wheelchair with full concentration, gazing at the photo on the tombstone with complicated and affectionate eyes. His lips were slightly raised, and he waved his hand to signal Han Xiaoyi to go away. Then he said softly: "Honey, it won't take long for me to go away." Would you like it and be happy that I could come to accompany you?"
Han Zhenbei's face was as tender as water, and he smiled: "It's been twenty years. In the blink of an eye, you have been gone for almost twenty years. I am old and the children are grown up. You must be very lonely down there alone." , it must be very lonely. Have you ever blamed me for not coming down early to accompany you? You certainly wouldn’t. You are so considerate, so how can you blame me?”
The woman in the photo on the tombstone is not a stunningly beautiful woman. In fact, she can’t even be considered beautiful. To her death, she can only be described as pretty.
The woman in the photo is wearing a simple hairstyle, unlike today's women who are ostentatious and vying for beauty. If this woman were to live now, she would be called simple and restrained.
It is such a woman who is not beautiful or sexy enough, but she is the woman that Han Zhenbei has missed for more than twenty years. The only woman in his life, his wife,
Because of her, Han Zhenbei never had anything to do with any woman in the twenty years after he became successful. He was alone for twenty years, just to pay homage to the wife he had only married for less than three years.
Is he worthy of admiration?
It is worth it. At least countless women will give high praise to such a long-lasting man. But for Han Zhenbei, this is a very normal thing. He even feels that he has not done well enough. The reason is , but in Han Zhenbei’s eyes, his wife is so outstanding that Han Zhenbei feels ashamed.
"You know, our daughter has grown up and become sensible. Although our son seems to have no future, he is not an idiot. As long as he works hard, he may not be worse than Xiaoyi. But I have always followed No matter what your wishes are, you will respect their own wishes and will not force them to do anything. I still remember this to this day."
Han Zhenbei shook his head slightly and sighed: "It's just that you must blame me for letting Xiaoyi carry this burden. It's my fault. If I hadn't built such a commercial building, she wouldn't have to be so heavy. You won’t live in such a dangerous situation, you will still blame me after all, right?”
"Won't."
Han Xiaoyi's trembling voice suddenly sounded behind her. She first put a cloak on Han Zhenbei in the cold wind, and then found herself next to the wheelchair. She stared at Han Zhenbei softly and said, "Daddy, how could mother be so weird?" You, let alone your contribution to the country over the years, the 100 million charity fund you invest every year is enough to make you a respected person. Mother is so reasonable, how can she blame you."
Han Zhenbei smiled slightly and said: "Silly boy, do you understand the thoughts of mothers? In their eyes, they often only have their own children."
Han Xiaoyi was stunned at first, and then her eyes turned red.
Do you understand what your mother is thinking?
Han Xiaoyi is not a mother, but if her mother had not died in childbirth, she may not understand her mother's thoughts, but after all, this is just a if and cannot become a fact.
"You treat me very well, and you treat Xiaobao very well." Han Xiaoyi calmed down and said softly,
"Not good enough." Han Zhenbei shook his head slightly and said bitterly, "At least I'm not treating you well enough."
"Very good, very good..." Han Xiaoyi said with emotion, "How many fathers in this world can do what you do? When did you force me to do anything I didn't like to do, when did you ask me for anything, even "Yu, you have never said a single bad word to me. Having a father like you has always been the greatest pride of my life."
Han Zhenbei glanced at his daughter gently, raised his only remaining arm, smoothed her soft hair and said: "Silly boy, no matter how good I am to you, daddy, I can't control such a thing. It’s worth the effort.”
"This is my daughter's own choice and has nothing to do with you." Han Xiaoyi said firmly,
Han Zhenbei stared at Han Xiaoyi tenderly. After a long time, she sighed softly. Then she laughed strangely, scratched Han Xiaoyi's nose and said, "Do you know what Daddy is most proud of in his life?"
"Take your mother as your wife."
"No, that's not pride." Han Zhenbei smiled slightly and said, "It's that you look like me, your personality is like me, and you are like me in too many ways. Don't you think this is something I should be proud of? .”
