Nangong Zun?

Who is it?

Lu Longman really has no memory of that person!

"That night, you have a good rest. I'll go back first, and I'll come to see you another day."

Sent to the entrance, Joe can't help but ask softly: "long, are you used to moving there?"

Lu long man's face was rippling with a shallow smile: "you know, my mother-in-law is very kind to me. In fact, when she invited you to dinner, she also wanted to ease the relationship between Xia Mu Cheng and me. She wanted to help me."

"I thought... My mother-in-law should be a very serious and unsmiling woman. I didn't think she would like my noisy character, but I didn't expect that..."

"I remember when I was a child, I always liked to pester Xia Mucheng. She also taught me several times. Maybe now, she is old and her character has changed a lot

Old age is one aspect.

Leisurely illness is a more important factor.

Thinking of Rong Wei's loving face, Lu Manman looks safe and satisfied. After her father's death, she seems to get the warmth of her family from Rong Wei.

Such warmth, let her unconscious, want to rely on her.

"Yes? Is she really nice to you? " Joe's eyes are a little confused, but the mood at the moment is not disguised.

"Then your illness, did you go to the hospital later? It's a long time. You really can't put off the illness... "

Talking about this topic, Lu changman's face changed slightly. After saying hello to Aunt Liu, he left in a hurry.

....

In the evening, when Lu Zhanshen returns to the sandalwood garden, Qiao is taking a nap in his room.

The man's footstep is very light, but she still felt the movement, maybe the breath is too strong.

Rubbing his eyes, Joe sat up from bed with the quilt in his arms.

"Wake you up?" Lu Zhanshen went to the bed and sat down, gently picked up a few strands of broken hair on her face.

Joe had a pair of sleepy eyes and a red mark on his left cheek. He had a good sleep just now.

It's not far away from abroad. It's Jiangcheng. It's her home. It's a place where she can sleep at ease.

She looked at him dully, and though the light in the bedroom was dim, it did not hide the sadness of his eyes.

What happened to him?

Why is she looking at her?

That kind of strange look

After pondering for a moment, Lu Zhan said in a low voice: "it's more than five o'clock. Do you want to go downstairs to eat and then sleep?"

Joe was a little surprised. Is it so late?

After lunch, she felt sleepy and just wanted to squint for a while. Unexpectedly, she slept for more than four hours.

Lift the quilt, she wants to get out of bed.

However, Lu Zhanshen took advantage of the situation to hold people in his arms and tightly encircled her with a long and powerful arm.

He held her and gently rubbed her head, treating her as a soft little animal.

Intimate action, she did not push and struggle, but quietly close to his warm chest.

Clearly there is no distance between each other, but at the bottom of her heart, there is a feeling.

A very... Unreal feeling.

As if separated by layers of gauze, hazy, but can not see what it is.

Feeling the little head in his heart, Lu Zhanshen was about to speak.

Joe was the first to make a sound at night. As soon as she woke up, her voice was soft and rusty: "when can I go to my mother's graveyard? When I was abroad, you promised me that it was just a cemetery. It's not hard to find. You'll find it for me, won't you

Her eyes were a little anxious, as if she were afraid that he would repent.

The big palm on the back of her head was slightly stiff. Then Lu Zhanshen gently pursed the corner of her mouth: "I've asked Zheng Xiang to inquire. When I find it, I'll accompany you right away, OK?"

Hearing his affirmative promise, Joe finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Carrying her white face, she gazed into his deep eyes: "in fact, you don't have to accompany me. There are some whispers. I want to talk to my mother alone."

Lu Zhanshen just chuckled: "I can't listen to those whispers?"

She nodded seriously: "since it's a whisper, of course you can't listen."

"... well, then, I'll stand far away, and I won't listen, OK?"

Joe managed to squeeze out a smile: "well."

....

Two days later in the afternoon, Lu Zhanshen took Qiao to the cemetery.

Although there is no rain, but the sky is gray, as if shrouded in a thick haze, not into any light.

It's very uncomfortable.

In such a large cemetery, it was a desolation.

It's already past the Qingming Festival. At this moment, few people come to the cemetery.

Along the steps, Joe walks up slowly with Lu Zhanshen.

Through the green pines and cypresses on both sides.

Finally, she stood in front of a tombstone.

Stunned for a long time, she slowly squatted down and put the beautiful Phalaenopsis in her hand in front of the tombstone.

On the way over, she went to the florist.

Why Phalaenopsis, not chrysanthemum?

She didn't know.

I just feel that this flower is very beautiful and bright.

Mom will love it.

Looking at the beautiful black-and-white picture on the tombstone, Joe's eyes were wet in an instant.

On the way over, she forced herself to suppress her emotions, but looking at her mother's tombstone, she couldn't help anything

She sobbed softly: "Mom..."

The black-and-white photo on the tombstone is what my mother looked like when she was young and what she remembered

Long hair shawl, gentle and soft, that pair of bright eyes, as if across the thin photo, is smiling at her.

Beautiful face, will never fade, as if the time frame there, become a touch of eternity.

"Mom..."

Mom, it's late.

Come to see you later, come to see you at last.

Sorry, mom, I came to see you so late

No one answered her, only a wisp of gentle wind, quietly flowing from her ears.

She looked back at him with wet eyes and said chokingly, "I want to whisper to my mother. Would you please go away?"

Lu Zhan reaches out his hand and gently wipes away her tears with his fingertips. There is a warm smile on his lips.

He didn't go far, but he stepped back.

The man in a stiff suit, with a calm face, stood there quietly, his gentle and deep eyes guarding his little girl.

All afternoon, Joe sat by the tombstone, staring at the picture, at her mother, and remembering the past.

That afternoon, in her heart, she had a lot of whispers with her mothe