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Chapter 165 Xiaoyu, Xicheng Said He Doesn't Blame Me
After a long time, he calmly said, "Don't call me Xicheng." The indifference and alienation were unbearable.

Lu Nianchen only felt hot-eyed. A man who has been in the mall for so many years, faced with many indebted flesh and blood, can only do nothing.

He hurriedly said, "Okay, I won't call you. I just didn't expect that you would answer my call."

"I just don't want to worry about it anymore," Lu Xicheng lowered his eyes, his eyes were unclear: "You also forget my existence."

Because I don't mind, I can face it.But that's all, that's all.

"You still don't want to come back?" Lu Nianchen's voice was a little trembling. These days, his health is getting worse day by day, and his body is dying, so he yearns for reunion even more.

These days, he always dreamed of Lu Xicheng's mother. The name of that woman may have been forgotten by many people, but Lu Nianchen remembered it so deeply that it has been engraved into a wound for many years.

秦玉
秦玉
Such an honorable name, such an outstanding family background and appearance, but unfortunately, he was displaced for half his life.

It was his fault that he didn't protect her and made her suffer from being displaced.

"Yes, I don't want to." Lu Xicheng's voice pulled back Lu Nianchen's thoughts.

Lu Nianchen felt that his eye sockets were very painful. The man who hadn't shed tears for so many years had water in his eyes: "Then why are you willing to answer my call today?"

Lu Xicheng was silent for a while, then replied calmly: "Today is the anniversary of my mother's death."

The word death day weighed heavily on Lu Nianchen's heart.

He slowly closed his eyes, and after a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "Are you still unwilling to tell me where your mother is buried? Xi, I really want to see her, I don't have much time."

Yes, for so many years, the phone calls that always come as scheduled on Christmas Eve are all for the same thing.

Lu Nianchen wants to know where Qin Yu's cemetery is.

But Lu Xicheng has always been tight-lipped and never revealed anything.

The person on the other end of the phone was slightly silent.

Lu Nianchen's heart was hanging tightly, as if he was in a crumbling tall building.

He held his breath involuntarily, waiting for an answer similar to a trial.

Looking at the glaring white light outside the window, Lu Xicheng lowered his eyelashes and said in a low voice, "I'll send it to you later."

Lu Nianchen's eyes became hot, and he said "good" several times.

The moment Lu Xicheng hung up the phone, he said to him: "Take care of yourself, and let's stop contacting each other."

Lu Nianchen's throat felt hot, and a fishy-sweet smell rushed up, he said almost without hope: "Xi Cheng, can you forgive Dad?"

Probably because of the girl named Zheng Qingqing by his side, Lu Xicheng, who was always cold and indifferent these days, also has some human touch.Hearing Lu Nianchen's question, he froze when he was about to hang up, and said calmly, "No wonder."

There was a busy tone from the receiver.

That night, in the old house of the Lu family, someone saw the always decisive head of the family, holding the phone receiver, crying like a child.

He said, "Xiaoyu, Xicheng said he doesn't blame me."

In a word, everything is the spread of sadness.

Lu Xicheng hung up the phone and walked to the bedroom.Zheng gently lay on the bed, sleeping soundly.

He stood at the door and looked at her like this, with a feeling of tenderness flowing in his heart.

(End of this chapter)