fake love

Chapter 212 Go to the cemetery without telling him (1)
Zhao Lan narrowed her eyes, and Fu Ran looked at her. She didn't see the disgust and disdain Li Yunling showed towards Ming Zheng on Zhao Lan's face. The corners of her mouth seemed to be hooked, "That child, He looks really good, Yunfeng showed me a lot of photos, he told me that this is his son too, he is his favorite son! Several times Mingzheng was there too, but I didn’t let him avoid it, I also want to understand Zheng understands that after all, we are not right and wrong. In fact, Mingzheng has been pitiful since he was a child. He was taken away when he was just born, before he even drank a drop of milk. Yunfeng said it was pneumonia, and he will come back to me later. It's been twenty days since then."

Fu Ran was afraid that if she listened any longer, her heart would really be cut into pieces. It was completely understandable for Mingzheng to become like today. Just imagine, he was still an ignorant child at that time.Ming Yunfeng explained that Chengyou was his favorite son, and he just wanted to tell Zhao Lan, but when everyone was kept in the dark, his words undoubtedly became the best weapon to stab people.

Fu Ran could imagine that when Mingzheng was still a child, he had to listen coldly to his father talking about his love for Ling, a child. The air in the car was sluggish, and he found it difficult to breathe smoothly.

"Auntie, uncle at least gave brother the best compensation before he died."

Zhao Lan felt a little relieved, and Fu Ran brought her a bottle of mineral water, "Qingshan is a bit far away, at least an hour and a half by car."

"Li Yunling buried him in Qingshan?"

"Yes, I heard about it from Chengyou." Fu Ran sent a text message to Mingzheng to say that they will meet at the intersection of the national highway, but I don't know if he has returned to the hospital.

"Qingshan," Zhao Lan said hoarsely, "it should be a good place."

"Auntie, you can't go on like this forever, besides, uncle has been gone for two years." Zhao Lan's situation is really worrying.

"Don't worry, doctors always like to exaggerate the condition, and my own body knows best."

Fu Ran continued to maintain a steady speed all the way, Zhao Lan was still talking to her at first, but then he might be tired, so he closed his eyes and fell back to sleep for a while.

When she deliberately set off, she didn't take a shortcut, and when she reached the intersection of the national highway, she saw Mingzheng's car parked there from a distance.

Fu Ran stepped on the accelerator and went over. When Ming Zheng saw her car, he automatically followed her.

After driving for less than two hours, Fu Ran brought Zhao Lan to the foot of Qingshan Mountain.

Zhao Lan looked at the intersection to Qingshan crowded with vehicles, "Did something happen?"

"Auntie, brother may arrive later, let him take you there?"

"How could he know?"

"I'm sorry, I don't think we should keep it from him." Fu Ran answered honestly.

"Xiao Ran, we are all at the foot of the mountain. You can take me up there. I will be sure that Mingzheng will let me stay after I find the place where Yunfeng is staying. I don't want my hope to be in vain." Zhao Lan held Fu Ran's right hand. Wrist, her eyes were full of pleading, Fu Ran couldn't bear to refuse, "Okay."

It shouldn't be too late to return to the city after the worship.

Fu Ran got out of the car to check the situation, and Ming Zheng's car followed far behind. The administrator at the foot of the mountain said that the road to Qingshan became more and more difficult due to the heavy snow these days, and suggested that the car must rent a set of snow chains.

Fu Ran nodded in agreement, and drove up the hill slowly after the tires were fitted with snow chains.

Compared with the city, this section of the road is really difficult to walk. When driving to the middle of the mountain, the sky is gray and gloomy, and there are sporadic snowflakes. Even with anti-skid chains, there are still a few places that are easy to slip, and the sides are swept out. The snowdrifts were half the height of a person.

Zhao Lan raised his face and looked out the window, "Yunfeng must know that I came to see him."

Fu Ran focused on steering the steering wheel. She had never encountered such a difficult road before. It was easy to find it when she got to the top of the mountain. It was hard to find a tomb in the prime location on the top of the mountain. Fu Ran drove by the side of the road and quickly found the Ming family's Private cemetery.

She was looking for a place to park, Zhao Lan couldn't wait to open the car door and run out. When Fu Ran passed by, she saw the guard in charge driving her out, "This is a private cemetery, no worship is allowed."

Zhao Lan was almost knocked down, but Fu Ran supported her just in time, "Auntie, don't worry."

The person guarding the cemetery was in his early 50s. He took out a pen and notebook and handed them to Zhao Lan, "You should register first."

"Okay." Zhao Lan nodded hastily, and took the pen from him.

Fu Ran raised her hand to stop Zhao Lan's movement. I'm afraid that once her name is lost, it will be more difficult to get in than climbing to the sky.

"We are relatives of the Ming family. We pass by Qingshan and just want to come to pay respects. Let's be more accommodating."

"No, this is the rule set by my wife. I'm just a part-time worker and can't make decisions."

Zhao Lan was also vaguely aware of Fu Ran's purpose of holding down her hand, and she let go of the pen in her hand.

"Look," Fu Ran approached the person in charge of the guard, "If you don't tell us, we won't tell, Madam wouldn't know. Besides, if it wasn't for our relatives, why would we come to Qingshan in this weather?"

Fu Ran took out a few hundred-yuan bills from his wallet and stuffed them into his hands, "It doesn't matter whether you register or not. We have to trick you into writing a fake name, right?"

"This..." He squeezed the bills in his hand, even though he didn't count them, he still had thousands of dollars.

Fu Ran took out a few more cards and gave them to him, "Let's accommodate."

"That's good." It was a straightforward answer, "Let me know when you come out later, I will go in and clean up."

He was also kind, and even took out incense and candles from the small room and handed them to Fu Ran, "Every time Madam and Third Young Master come back, I will prepare them."

"Thank you."

Fu Ran took over and led Zhao Lan into the cemetery.

The rules set by someone will be broken when it comes to money.

Lush cypress trees were planted on both sides of the road. Fu Ran walked in on a path paved with evenly cut stones. The tombstone of Ming Yunfeng was easy to find. After passing a road, the tomb of the two people suddenly opened up. The huge stone tablet was facing them when they entered direction.

Zhao Lan lost control of her emotions and rushed over. Fu Ran lit incense and candles and came out in a hurry. Fortunately, she bought a bouquet of flowers at the foot of the mountain.

"Yunfeng!"

The sky is gloomy, and the mood is extremely uncomfortable, inexplicably depressed, always feeling that sadness is at a critical point, and it may burst out at any time.

(End of this chapter)