1968.Chapter 1967 The flowers are in full bloom 26
Chapter 1967 Open it to Tuyi (26)
Shen Chenyi choked, some couldn't say anymore.
Xu Qingyou's stinging eyes could no longer have a tear, even if she was so painful at this time, but she couldn't cry.
"Yi," she called a low, and I had to say what was said from his mouth. How much determination was it!
"Okay, eat something! You like this, I also feel distressed." Shen Chenyi hugged her, stroking her palm comfortably on her back.
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Early the next morning, Feng Qing accompanied Xu Qingyou, who was in black, to the ancestral tomb of Fengjia.
The sunshine in winter shines on the cold cemetery, and the golden light reflects it to a piece of tombstone, reflecting the annihilation and painful memories of the years brought to a family.
Feng Yan ordered the people around him to not be allowed to enter the cemetery, so when he and Xu Qingyou walked in front of Fenghe's tomb, Xu Qingyou squatted down and hugged the cold tombstone.
At the age of twenty -eight, the old family of the previous generation died was too young.
"He, I'm here ..." Xu Qingyou's slender body trembled slightly, and his shaking fingers stroked the cold stone monument, engraved with the name of the wind and the year of birth and death.
Xu Qingyou looked at the time above, her heart, her heart suddenly seemed to break a large hole, she really guess it. She will never forget. That day she learned that she was pregnant to go to the company to find Shen Chenyi, but she received Zhu The call from the call said, saying that Fenghe's heart transplantation surgery was successful.
She was very happy at the time, and then faintly felt that the call was not made by the Feng He. She had been guessing, but when everyone told her that Feng He was very good, she believed it.
She is more happy than anyone else.
"Uncle is interested in making that agreement with you. He doesn't want you to live in self -blame. He doesn't want you to suffer for a lifetime because of his choice." Feng Yan said.
Xu Qingyou leaned back to the tombstone. The agreement was that if she didn't love him, she would never meet him anymore. Unless she would return to him.
Feng He, so proud of a man, almost all of them gave her.
Pain, boundlessness, as if you can't reach the side. Love is like this.
Feng He handed the blue iris in his hand to Xu Qingyou.
This kind of flower is generally blooming in May, but Xu Qingyou hopes to give this flower to Fenghe, so in a short time, the blue iris in the European greenhouse flew to the Kyoto style house.
Xu Qingyou put the flower carefully in front of the tomb. The flower language of blue iris flowers was the passion and crushing passion of fate, exquisite beauty, but fragile and easy to pass.
"Unfortunately, there is no cherry blossoms in this season," she looked up at the cherry tree in the cemetery, recalling the handsome face in her mind, and she felt tears in her eyes. "I shouldn't cry or cry. He doesn't like me to shed tears. "
People are fragile when they face death, and Xu Qingyou is still like this, because the tombstone is lying on the cherry -like man.
"I thought he lived in the UK with Fujiwara, and I thought he finally found his own happiness and happiness, I thought ..."
Xu Qingyou choked, and the heart was fragmented by a torn by an invisible big hand.
She underestimated the love of this man. She didn't expect that he would really be discouraged for her. She felt that he was worth a better treatment.