After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 550
After all, it was Yu Jinwen who took care of Shen Liushu's funeral.

The Yu Family Cemetery once reserved a place for Shen Liushu. Later, when he and Yu Fengjiao divorced, Mr. Yu had the cemetery filled in. Finally, he was buried in a place in the Xishan Cemetery that he had chosen for himself during his lifetime. A feng shui treasure land.

On a rainy day, Nan Song accompanied Yu Jinwen to hold a simple funeral for Shen Liushu and send him off for the last time.

Most of Shen Liushu's relatives in his hometown have lost contact, and he didn't have many old friends during his lifetime. At the funeral, only some old subordinates from Huanya Taiwan came to bid farewell to their old director, but the appearance of one person still made Nan Song pay attention. For a moment.

In May, the temperature was not too cold, but he was wearing leather gloves, holding a big umbrella in his hand, and coughed a few times.

The umbrella was slightly raised, revealing an ordinary face, but Nan Song recognized it at a glance.

She held an umbrella and walked towards the man.

"Director Wang."

The man looked at Nan Song, a pair of narrow eyes flashed with a cold light, and the corners of his mouth twitched gently, "Miss Nan, please forgive me."

This man's name is Wang Ping, He Xiaowen's ex-husband, and Zhuo Xuan's ex-client.

She once thought that Wang Ping and Qiao Leng were a team, but later she learned that Wang Ping had played a big game of chess. Without his participation, Qiao Leng would not have died, but he also paid a huge price for it. Yu Jinwenhe Yan Yuan almost died in that game.

Wang Ping's information is still kept in her mailbox, but Nan Song cannot tell whether this person is a friend or an enemy.

"I heard that Wang Ting and Director Shen are fellow villagers?"

Wang Ping said lightly, "Yes", "We have known each other for many years."

He only said this sentence, without saying anything more about the friendship between him and Shen Liushu, and there was not even a hint of nostalgia.

There was almost no expression on this man's face, like a dead fish face.

Just when Nan Song was thinking about how to ask him about the original matter, he suddenly opened his mouth and asked about his ex-wife.

"How is Xiaowen doing lately?"

Nan Song suddenly looked up at him.

The expression on Wang Ping's face was still calm, as if he didn't care about the matter. He just asked without saying anything, "I heard that you have become good friends and are in harmony." After a while, he added, "Then Girl, you are not someone who makes friends casually.”

Nan Song was startled. How could she hear a hint of endearment in his plain tone?

Is it an illusion?

She also calmly replied to him, "Women's friendships are usually simpler than men's. As long as there are people we hate in common and shared experiences, it is easy to create magnetism. Thanks to men like you, Zhuo Xuan has built a bridge of our friendship. .”

When Wang Ping heard this, a smile appeared on his indifferent face, "Your tone is exactly the same as hers."

Nan Song looked back at him again, and the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

Why did you hear the feeling of unresolved love?

If they were really still in love, why did they get divorced in the first place?

Didn't Wang Ping and He Xiaowen get married for profit?

With this thought flashing through her mind, Nan Song was keenly aware that Wang Ping had unknowingly drawn her attention away. She looked coldly and secretly cursed this man for being cunning. Just as she was about to say something to him, Wang Ping Ping turned his head, covered his mouth and coughed lightly.

"Xiao Song." Yu Jinwen called her softly and walked over, "Who is this?"

After Wang Ping finished coughing, he turned around. Yu Jinwen saw his face and reacted, "Director Wang?"

Yu Jinwen's eyes flashed slightly, but he didn't expect him to come.

Wang Ping nodded slightly towards him, "I got to know your father. Come and see him off. My condolences."

He bowed to Yu Jinwen, and Yu Jinwen bowed and returned the salute.Wang Ping glanced in the direction of the tombstone, nodded slightly to Nan Song and Yu Jinwen, and then walked away holding an umbrella.

Nan Song looked at his leaving figure, feeling inexplicably unhappy and looking deserted.

Yu Jinwen saw that she was in a bad mood, "What's wrong? What did he say to you?"

"I asked Xiaowen a few questions, but he didn't say anything important. I originally wanted to ask him about the attack on Qiao Leng while escorting him."

Nan Song watched Wang Ping's car drive away slowly and calmed down his emotions, "Forget it, now is not the time to talk about this."

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After seeing off everyone who came to express condolences, the rain stopped a little in the evening.

After closing their umbrellas, Yu Jinwen and Nan Song stood side by side in front of the tombstone, looking at the photo of Shen Liushu on the tombstone. It was what he looked like when he was young. At that time, Director Shen had a good career and love, and was a winner in life in the eyes of outsiders. Also high-spirited.

It's just that God's favor for a person is limited. If you blindly squander it and don't know how to cherish it, everything you have will be lost. You have to ask Shen Liushu if he regrets the mistake he made back then. Nan Song thought, he should regret it.

But there is no turning back when you shoot a bow. If the mistakes you make when you are young are not repaired in time, you will know what desolation is in your old age.

"Let's go." Yu Jinwen gently stroked Nan Song's head and led her out of the cemetery step by step.

In the evening we went back to our old house for dinner.

Although Shen Liushu was no longer the son-in-law of the Yu family, his death did not bring any happiness to the Yu family. Once he left, all the hatred and pain seemed to have turned into dust and gone with the wind. There was no need to continue. Keep it in mind and hold it in mind.

After dinner, Nan Song and Yu Jinwen went to Yu Fengjiao's yard and stayed with her for a long time.

Yu Fengjiao looked at them and gently opened her mouth, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

She patted Yu Jinwen's hand and said, "It's you, don't blame yourself too much. Life and death are destiny, wealth and wealth are in the sky. Shen Liushu's life is over, it has nothing to do with you. It's cancer that doctors can't save, no matter how much money you spend, We can’t save his life.”

Yu Jinwen lowered his eyes and nodded, "I know."

In the evening, Yu Jinwen and Nan Song did not return to Yu Mansion. After working hard all day, they were both tired. They took a hot bath together and lay on the bed. Yu Jinwen hugged Nan Song tightly, like a helpless person. The child is asking for a warm embrace.

"I once hated him very much. I hated him for being sorry for my mother, and I also hated him for being sorry for me."

Yu Jinwen was in Nan Song's arms and said in a low voice: "I was even very scared for a time, fearing that I had his restless genes and would follow in his footsteps. I almost really took the wrong path. But like this, he I felt a little inexplicably sad to see him off."

Nan Song listened to him quietly until he stopped, then she said: "It's normal to be sad. He is your father after all. You don't have to think that you are sorry for Aunt Yu if you feel sorry for him. We are human beings. Humans are animals with complicated emotions. You are different from Shen Liushu. He is him and you are you. No matter how strong your genes are, they cannot be stronger than your heart. It is enough to know what you are doing."

Yu Jinwen nuzzled into her arms and softly said "hmm".

"You're tired, go to sleep. When you wake up, everything will be fine."

Yu Jinwen didn't sleep a wink for almost two days. Nan Song gently patted his back and slowly coaxed him to sleep.

*
Early the next morning, as soon as they came out of the house, they saw Fu Yu limping into the yard on crutches.

Su Yin was followed behind.

When Yu Jinwen saw Fu Yu, he frowned, "If you're not recovering in the hospital, why did you come here?"

"brother!"

Fu Yu threw away his crutch, jumped a few steps toward Yu Jinwen on one leg, hugged him suddenly, and said from the bottom of his heart, "Don't be sad, don't be sad. From now on, my father will be your father, and we share the same father!"

Yu Jinwen: "..."

Nan Song and Su Yin both showed expressions that were hard to explain. At this moment, the aunt and nephew had the same idea:

How could there be such a shortage of goods as Fu Yu in the world?
(End of this chapter)