Shen Mohan held her in his arms effortlessly, and their bodies fit together without any obstacles.
His heart inexplicably accelerated a beat, and his eyes became inexplicably softer.
Su Cen's initiative today surprised him, and also made him a little scared and worried. He was afraid that Su Cen would blame himself for Su Manqing's death, and that tonight was just their last swan song.
But regarding Su Manqing's death, he was not only sorry but also a little surprised. He didn't expect that she would eventually choose to take this path.
After midnight, Su Cen woke up, got out of bed, and sat alone in front of the window. Through the gap in the curtains, he looked at the few lights outside the window, feeling cold all over his body.
Thinking about what happened to Su Manqing during her lifetime, she kept crying, but she couldn't figure out why she, who had always lived a cheerful and free life, committed suicide?! Was it really because of her resentment towards her? If it was really because of her,
Then she won't be able to feel at ease in this life.
Shen Mohan, who was lying on the bed, also woke up and did not move. He just looked at Su Cen's lonely and slightly trembling figure lonely, knowing that some things were irreversible.
He opened his eyes, which suddenly became wet, and moved his lips, wanting to say something to Su Cen, but his throat was dry, so no sound came out, and he just opened his mouth.
Su Cen sat on the cold floor without a cushion. Unknowingly, he was trembling all over.
In fact, she just couldn't sleep. She wanted to get up and look at the lights of thousands of families outside the window, but late at night, the windows of Wanjia didn't have the brightness of the lights as she imagined.
There are eight to nine things in the world that are unsatisfactory, just like her now empty heart. She originally wanted to fill it with something, but after the indulgence, it was still empty, like a thin winter coat that was blown up by the wind from time to time and became bulging.
, but it was all cold inside.
She wiped her tears, moved, and wanted to stand up, but she found a pair of big feet beside her, standing barefoot on the floor without slippers.
Su Cen was startled. He stood up as fast as he could and stared into Shen Mohan's deep eyes: "Why don't you wear shoes? Do you know that the soles of men's feet can't catch cold?" No matter what Shen Mohan's expression was, she stretched out her hand to hold Shen Mohan.
He dragged him to the bed with his clothes.
Shen Mohan stood still, his feet seemed to be rooted, but Su Cen's hand was clamped by him, and his whole body was pulled into his arms, choking in his nose.
"Cen'er, don't catch a cold." In fact, he wanted to say something to her, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't come out. When he opened his mouth, the only sentence he said made him
It feels sour. It's really strange. In the past two days, he has always had this sour feeling in his nose and throat.
"I know, you don't have to worry, go back to sleep." She fluttered in his arms, but failed to squeeze his arm. Shen Mohan's arms held her tightly, and his hands were wrapped around her waist.
, domineering, yet cautious, staring into her eyes.
There was no light on and the room was dimly lit, but Su Cen raised her head and she could feel his piercing gaze.
There was an aura on Shen Mohan's body at this moment, which was different from all the times before. It was a little soft and delicate. Su Cen didn't dare to think about it any more. His heart suddenly beat a few times and he involuntarily shrank into Shen Mohan's arms and lowered his head.
, rubbing gently on his chest exposed outside his pajamas.
"Go to sleep." His soft words whispered into her ears, sounding like a whisper, which made Su Cen's face instantly turn red to the roots of her ears.
Su Cen's hand gently held Shen Mohan's neck, and the two of them breathed so close. The man's big hand picked up the woman by the waist and dragged her in front of him. Without thinking about anything else, he lowered his head and caught her.
He held the lips that exuded fragrance in the dark night and sucked them hard.
The two figures were entangled again, but at this moment, both of them were extremely clear-headed. They knew that there were some things that needed to be faced, but words seemed redundant. In such an ambiguous atmosphere, words seemed cumbersome.
The two flames were tightly intertwined and did nothing. When both of them felt tired, they left each other's lips lovingly. They felt numb. However, the taste of each other remained on the tip of their tongues and in their mouths, which was very strong.
Early the next morning, Shen Mohan accompanied Su Cen back to Su's house.
Su Liankai looked at his daughter whom he had not seen for another two years. The corner of his mouth twitched and his eyes were red. He said nothing, but Jiang Lan took Su Cen's hand and entered her room.
As soon as Su Cen entered the door and closed the door behind him, he received a fierce slap on his face.
Su Cen touched his face, stared at his mother with big eyes, grumbled a little, and did not dare to make a sound.
Jiang Lan's face was filled with anger.
"Su Cen, what are you playing at? What happened between you and Shen Mohan? Is it your problem or his? It's been two years since you left, how can you be so cruel!" Mom came over with a barrage of questions.
, Su Cen was wilted. In her memory, her mother had never been as angry with her as she was today.
"We are pretty good." Su Cen agreed.
The old lady was even more angry. She suppressed her voice so that no one outside could hear her, but her big eyes were so wide that she could eat people: "It's very good? It's very good. Why did it take two years after I left?? It's very good for two years."
No news at all!? You tell me the truth, otherwise today will be the end, and from now on you won’t have me as your mother, and I won’t have you as your daughter!”
Su Cen took her mother's hand and swayed it like a baby: "What are you doing? You have to break off family ties at any time. This method is so old."
Jiang Lan ignored her, flicked her arm, and really distanced herself from Su Cen: "It's useless to say anything, I only listen to the truth. Where is my grandson!?"
Su Cen's dark eyes flickered a few times, her long eyelashes trembled, and her lips and teeth fought. After fighting for several rounds, she decided to give up.
"Mom, we really have a good relationship with him, so no matter what tricks you try, it won't work. I'll bring my grandson to you in a few days, okay?!"
The matter between her and Shen Mohan became a little complicated because of Su Manqing's death. Before she had a clear idea, she didn't want to talk about it and worry her mother.
"Su Cen!" Jiang Lan didn't buy her account at all, her face suddenly darkened, and her voice raised by decibels. This address with both first and last names was a warning, "Marriage is a long-term relationship. Now that you have chosen,
Even if the road ahead is a desert and will consume a person's life, we must move forward. No matter what kind of future we have to face!
Of course Su Cen understands, but now she and Shen Mohan have divorced.
"Mom, what are you worried about? Didn't I tell you that we are fine? Mom, I haven't seen you in 2 years. You don't even want to think about it. I am your biological daughter, not adopted or adopted.
, you can miss me, but can I miss my mother..." Su Cen's nose felt sore, her voice trembled, and there was an obvious cry, her eye circles also turned red, and her eyes couldn't stop dripping.
came out, and soon formed a line with those coming out from behind, opening a path on the face.
When her daughter cried, Jiang Lan immediately panicked. Besides, her daughter was right, and she really couldn't fault her.
It is said that if a daughter says she is homesick for her mother, she must have been wronged outside. At this moment, what kind of wrongs her daughter has suffered, she will not tell, she cannot ask.
Jiang Lanbi turned out to be a smart man. He pulled off a towel, stuffed it into his daughter's hand, opened the door with a cold face and went out.
Su Cen knew in his heart that the old lady had made a battle plan and would not give up easily if she could not hear Ming Jin's drumbeat.
What surprised Su Cen was that his parents' reaction to Su Manqing's death was not as surprising as expected, as if they knew that she would one day be like this.
"Dad, where is grandpa? Don't tell grandpa about this first, right?" Su Cen was a little surprised why the old man was not at home today.
"Cen'er, your grandfather, he..." Su Liankai choked, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes became wet.
"Grandpa, what's wrong with him!?" Su Cen looked around the living room again, but still didn't see Su Jingsheng. Suddenly, he had an ominous premonition and his heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.
"Cen'er, your grandfather is gone..." Jiang Lan said dullly, then covered her mouth and turned away.
"What!" Su Cen couldn't believe what he heard, and his heart sank suddenly. He grabbed Su Liankai's hand and kept shaking his head. His voice was trembling, "Dad, you lied to me, right? Grandpa is in such good health.
, Impossible! Impossible! You lied to me, right?"
Jiang Lan couldn't help but wipe her tears when she saw her daughter like this. In the past two years, too many things had happened to the Su family.
"Cen'er, go see grandpa!"
It was almost dusk, and at this time, few people entered the tomb area.
Su Cen was dressed lightly and held a bouquet of white orange flowers in his hand.
In the deserted tomb area, only the cold wind blew through the skin. The body would tremble inadvertently due to the coldness, but one did not dare to ignore it. Such trembling was due to the fear deep in the soul.
Su Jingsheng's tombstone is built like a condensed villa! The courtyard with red walls and green tiles, the carved pillars, the white marble fence, and the granite tombstone! If it weren't for the faint lights shining on the pillars,
Showing the photo embedded on the tombstone, people who are not familiar with it will think that they have gone to the wrong place. This is not a cemetery in the first place, but someone else's courtyard.
In the dim light, the stone tablet erected in front of him was a little low, a little cold, and a little desolate. Fortunately, a bouquet of flowers was placed on the cold cement base, and dozens of cigarettes were placed side by side. Su Cen placed
I opened the wine I brought with me, poured it on the cigarettes one by one, then lit one, put it in my mouth, took a few puffs, and put it next to me.