Beiming Shaoxi raised his eyebrows slightly and stuffed another spoonful of porridge into his mouth.
This time, he didn't spit it out, his throat rose and fell, and he swallowed.
Beiming Yechen picked up the bowl in his hand and threw it hard: "Go and serve him a pot of porridge!"
"One pot?" Weir was startled, "You can't overeat. The young master's current body can't eat too much."
"If there is no news from the little country girl for a day, I will wait for her... If she never comes back, I will wait for her for the rest of my life." After saying this, he turned around, strode out of the room and walked to the door.
Weir was disappointed. It could be seen that the third young master still cared about the eldest young master.
I went downstairs to refill the porridge and nutritious soup, and Beiming Shaoxi actually ate them all.
Weir was so happy that he took food and supplements every two or three hours. The young master was very cooperative.
More than a month later, in the evening
At this time Ji An'an specially picked, most of the tomb sweepers had gone back.
The cemetery returned to silence, with a little drizzle, and Gu Nancheng's car stopped at the cemetery. Ji Anan held a bouquet of white roses in her arms, her cheeks were plumper, and there was a faint smile on her lips.
But she became very quiet, didn't talk much, and her expression was calm.
After Su's father passed away, Ji Anan cremated him with an urn in his hand. At first he couldn't even afford a cemetery.
Later, Ji's father paid for it so that Su's father could have a place to live.
Ji Anan used to visit him every Qingming Festival and death anniversary.
Of course, she would have no chance to come back during these three years of sleeping...
I still remember that Su’s father’s cemetery is in the most remote location. Because it cost the least amount of money to buy it, the feng shui is not good, and there is not even a decent tombstone.
Ji Anan's footsteps stopped on the stairs, and he saw from a distance that Su's father's graveyard was enclosed and occupied a large area, like a small villa.
European-style railings surround the garden, and the marble tombstones are carved with golden fonts.
The tomb is luxuriously and exquisitely decorated, with little angels and gods guarding it, making it lifelike...
The surrounding circle is filled with white roses, and the branches and leaves are lush and lush. It is obvious that someone is often taking care of it.
Chapter 568: It may be Beiming Shaoxi
Ji Anan subconsciously turned to look at Gu Nancheng, was it him?
"What's wrong?" He held her cold hand and put it in his coat pocket, "Are you hurt by the scene?"
"Nothing..." Ji An'an felt nervous. Gu Nancheng didn't respond. Maybe he didn't know what Su's father's former cemetery was like. Could it be that it wasn't him?
Ji Anan's legs became extremely heavy, and she had been recuperating for more than a month.
Try to force yourself not to think about the past...
She has experienced too much pain, and her healing ability is much faster than ordinary people. She forced herself not to think about Beiming Shaoxi, and she really didn't even dream about him. Subconsciously, she wanted to escape from everything related to him.
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Under the tombstone, there are several matching bouquets of flowers.
Someone came to see Dad!
Apart from Ji's father, the only one could be Beiming Shaoxi!
She turned back suddenly and looked around in panic. He must have visited her father and then left. He didn't expect that she was still in the city, let alone that she would come, right?
"My people have cleared the area in advance... There is no one else around at this time." Gu Nancheng put his hand on her shoulder, giving her a sense of reassurance.
Ji Anan pursed her lips, knelt down and put down the bouquet, clasped her hands together and closed her eyes in prayer.
Dad...Qianmo is here to see you...
Ji Anan talked in her heart about what happened to her in the past three years, her pain and tears.