"Xiao Chen, are you serious?"
Wang Zibo asked in surprise, "Then when will Bian Shishi accept me?"
"I'm not sure about that."
Chen Hansheng shook his head. "But it should be soon. She just lacks an opportunity. How did the relationship between you two get better?"
"What kind of couple are you!"
Wang Zibo grumbled in dissatisfaction. Then, he said happily, "I'll tell you when we're back. Senior Gao and the others are waiting for us."
Looking at Wang Zibo's broad back, Chen Hansheng sneered disdainfully. "Nothing can be hidden from me, Master Bao!"
After getting into the car, Chen Hansheng took the driver's seat. Little Yu 'er sat in the passenger seat. Wang Zibo, Bian Shishi, Gao Wen, and Li Na squeezed into the backseat. It wasn't too crowded, but the weather outside wasn't too good.
Yesterday, the sun had been clear and boundless, but today, it had suddenly disappeared. The clouds were a bleak grayish-white with a hint of gloominess. In Jianye, the weather was almost always like this during the Qingming Festival and December 13th.
It was relatively quiet in the car. Perhaps it was because of the mourning of Qingming Festival, everyone was not in the mood to talk. Only the car radio was playing classic songs from the 80s and 90s, such as Cai Qin and Lin Yilian. When they were about to arrive at Pujue Temple, it finally started to drizzle.
Chen Hansheng felt that it was too dull. He opened the car window to let in some cold rain. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He didn't forget to throw one to Wang Zibo in the back.
"Pa!"
Little Yu 'er punched Chen Hansheng's thigh and frowned unhappily.
"Hehe, Wang Zibo wants to smoke."
Chen Hansheng smiled embarrassedly and habitually threw the blame to his best friend.
"Bullshit!"
Wang Zibo grumbled.
Bian Shishi smiled at the side. For the first time, she felt that the friendship between boys was also very loving.
After parking the car and arriving at the entrance of the Pujue Temple Cemetery, Professor Sun and Wu Yimin were already waiting under the sycamore tree. Sun Tangtang, the "Silly Girl", was also there. She didn't have any awareness of tomb-sweeping. She looked at the people coming in and out with a dull face.
"Han Sheng, you're here."
Professor Sun Biyu was dressed in black with silver-white hair. She straightened her back in the cold wind and rain, and naturally had a serious and dignified temperament.
She was also carrying a red plastic bag with some paper money in it.
Wu Yimin looked a little dazed. There was a small white flower tied to her chest. She was probably unfamiliar with the traditional rituals of the Qingming Festival after living abroad for so many years.
"Yes, I just arrived."
Chen Hansheng put away his sunglasses and said casually, "I brought some cigarettes. Little Yu 'er brought some wine. Everyone bought some paper money and fruit. I'll drink with Old Master Wu later."
"Well, you're all so considerate."
Professor Sun nodded. Her eyes flashed with gentleness.
After Gao Wen heard it, she and Li Na looked at each other and didn't say anything.
When they were going up the mountain, Chen Hansheng signaled Wang Zibo to help Professor Sun carry things. Wang Zibo obediently went over.
Professor Sun Biyu wasn't familiar with Wang Zibo before. She thought that he was a college student who often came to the law firm to play. However, Bian Shishi didn't seem to care much about him.
But this time, she looked at Wang Zibo and then looked at Bian Shishi. She then handed the bag in her hand to Wang Zibo.
… ….
When they arrived at the cemetery of Professor Sun's husband, Mr. Wu Jingzhi, there were already some flowers and fruits placed there. It might be former students who came to visit.
Professor Sun was obviously a little more emotional than before. Xiao Rongyu was a little worried. She walked to the front of the old lady and supported her.
"It's okay."
Professor Sun said softly. She took out a piece of cloth from the bag and prepared to clean the marble tombstone.
"Old lady, let me do it."
Chen Hansheng walked over and said.
Professor Sun shook her head. She had to do this every year.
Chen Hansheng didn't force her. He asked Wang Zibo to trim the pine tree next to them. Professor Sun wiped the tombstone very carefully. It seemed that every movement contained nostalgia and affection. She was also murmuring to herself.
"Lao Wu, I'm here to see you again. Yimin and Tangtang are also here today. They came back from the United States. You can rest assured now."
"This is Little Yu 'er and Hansheng. When I see Little Yu' er, I think of myself when I was young."
"Recently, I've been busy with a lawsuit. It's both public and private. I believe that if you were still here, you would definitely support me."
"Lao Wu, how are you doing over there? I haven't dreamed of you for a long time …"
… ….
As Professor Sun spoke, he took off his reading glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes. This old couple, who had helped each other through the years of war, had a deep affection for each other beyond the distance between life and death.
"Xiao Chen …"
Xiao Rongyu comforted Professor Sun while she looked at Chen Hansheng with tears in her eyes. Her delicate oval face was full of grievances.
Chen Hansheng sighed and walked over to hold Little Yu 'er's hand.
Xiao Rongyu also held his hand tightly. Wang Zibo was envious of their undisguised dependence. He couldn't help glancing at Bian Shishi. Bian Shishi seemed to have noticed something and turned her head to the side with her face blushing.
The rain was still as wet as silk. Xiao Rongyu held an umbrella for the old lady while Chen Hansheng held an umbrella for Xiao Rongyu. Half of his shoulder was exposed, which made him feel comfortable.
Wu Yimin was a little shy at first, but when she looked at Mr. Wu's photo on the tombstone, she finally remembered her childhood memories bit by bit. Thinking of what she had gone through all these years, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
After Professor Sun calmed down, he looked at Chen Hansheng and Xiao Rongyu who were holding hands. He suddenly said with emotion, "Hansheng, Little Yu 'er, you have to manage this relationship well. Many young people nowadays are too open-minded, which causes the magnetic field of love to deteriorate. Before Jingzhi passed away, we still often held hands and took walks."
"Yes, there was a photo of you and Professor Wu taking a walk hand in hand at dusk during the 100th anniversary of Eastern University."
Xiao Rongyu said with longing, "Xiao Chen, we have to do the same in the future."
"Haha, of course."
Chen Hansheng grinned. "I'm just afraid that I won't be able to walk when the time comes. Remember to buy me the best wheelchair, the electric one. It will be easy for you to push it, and I can also do wheelchair drifting to attract people's attention."
"Humph, you're always so naughty!"
Little Fishy really wanted to take a bite out of Chen Hansheng. Such a romantic scene had been fooled by his antics.
After Wu Yimin finished crying and kowtowing with Sun Tangtang, other people who were not related by blood began to bow and burn paper money.
After all the procedures were over, Chen Hansheng took out two small transparent wine glasses and opened the Maotai bottle with a bang. He said, "You all step back a little. I want to talk to Professor Wu. I don't know why, but when I see Mr. Wu's photo, I feel very close to him."
At the beginning, everyone was moved because Chen Hansheng was squatting in front of the tombstone, pouring wine glass after glass, lighting cigarettes one by one, and talking endlessly. Even Wu Yimin began to think highly of Chen Hansheng.
Although this boy was a ruffian, he respected his father so much.
Only Wang Zibo and Xiao Rongyu had a strange look in their eyes. They knew Chen Hansheng better. Xiao Chen was filial, but he only cared about Chen Zhaojun and Liang Meijuan.
Fifteen minutes later, Professor Sun felt it was not necessary. She was about to wake Chen Hansheng up, and Xiao Rongyu walked over to accompany them.
Just as the two of them approached, they heard what Chen Hansheng was "talking" about.
"Mr. Wu, although we were not familiar with each other before, you drank so much of my wine just now, so we should be familiar with each other."
"I've been in trouble recently, and I'm so depressed that I can't even sleep well at night."
"Since you've drunk wine and smoked cigarettes, can you do me a small favor? Tonight, go to the New Century Electronics Factory at No. 157 Industrial Avenue in Jiangling District, and take away a fat man named Hong Shiyong."
… ….
(One chapter later ~)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
