Gu Tingyuan chuckled, which attracted Ruan Anlan's angrily glaring.
Ruan Anlan raised his hand and pointed at the tip of his nose, and asked in anger: "Gu Tingyuan, why are you laughing? What do you mean?"
Gu Tingyuan pinched her fingers and squeezed them in his palm and rubbed them, his eyes as warm as spring water.
"I'm glad I've become the useful man who can control Mrs. Gu."
When it comes to the word "useful" and "useful", I don't know if it is Ruan Anlan's illusion.
Gu Tingyuan approached and leaned in her ears. His voice was filled with a hot air sound, like a hook hooking a bait, dragging Ruan Anlan's soul out.
This man...
Why are you getting more and more titious?
Ruan Anlan pretended to be calm and pushed Gu Tingyuan away the chest approaching, and pretended to be calm and snorted, "It's still early, my mother hasn't seen you yet."
It was probably a while, and Zheng Zhiya’s tombstone looked a bit old, exuding a sense of vicissitudes of time.
There were burnt candles and a few handfuls of damaged flowers on the ground in front of the tombstone, which were brought by Ruan Anlan a few times before.
Almost no one will come to see Zheng Zhiya.
But Ruan Anlan's eyes paused on one of the light yellow bouquets, and then a warm smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Looking at the gentle face of the woman on the tombstone, Ruan Anlan's voice was also faint, "Look, there are still people who keep in mind you like me, Mom."
Gu Tingyuan bowed respectfully to the woman in the photo, his eyes as quiet as water.
"Mom, I'm Tingyuan."
The man's straight back bent slightly, and his always sharp and indifferent facial features softened.
"Mom, I'm married, and I haven't brought him to see you before. I can't say goodbye to the past and welcome a new life. I always feel that this time will be like before?"
"I'm still much luckier than you. He treats me very well. I'm very happy with him."
Ruan Anlan knelt quietly in front of the tombstone, talking quietly to a sleeping person as if he was slowly telling the story.
Gu Tingyuan looked at her silently from the side, without speaking, his eyes were as gentle as water, with reassuring tenderness.
"I think you will like him too. Look, he looks good, is nice to me, and most importantly..."
Ruan Anlan looked at Gu Tingyuan in a narrow-minded manner and made a gesture to him that covered his ears.
Gu Tingyuan smiled, but still obediently closed his eyes, and his big white hands touched his ears.
Ruan Anlan turned his head again and looked at Zheng Zhiya's face that was always smiling on the tombstone, and her voice also lowered.
The bright eyes flashed, Ruan Anlan laughed softly and murmured to herself: "The most important thing is that I love him. Mom, you have to bless us."
After going down the mountain, Ruan Anlan did not choose to go back to the city center directly, but pulled Gu Tingyuan to a Liushui Villa at the foot of the mountain.
Except for the years abroad, I couldn't come to Nanshan Cemetery to see Zheng Zhiya often, no matter what happened in the years that followed, Ruan Anlan would come here as long as he had time.
During the years I was studying in M Country, Ruan Anlan was not idle either. She asked someone to help her come to offer a bouquet of flowers during the holidays and Zheng Zhiya's death.
Zheng Zhiya likes to play with flowers and plants. The yard of the small western-style building they lived in before was full of plants that Zheng Zhiya takes care of.