fake love

Chapter 213 Go to the cemetery without telling him (2)
Zhao Lan's cry was extremely terrific. Fu Ran believed that she and Ming Yunfeng really loved each other, but such a sincere relationship could not be accompanied by a lifetime of companionship. Zhao Lan knelt in front of the tombstone, and Fu Ran walked over and silently put a joss stick .

She took three steps back, and the snowflakes fell bigger and bigger. Fu Ran stretched out her hand, seeing it fall on the palm of her hand, and then it was quickly melted by her own body temperature.

She couldn't bear to be disturbed by approaching, the photo on Ming Yunfeng's tombstone still had the usual solemn expression, unsmiling.

Zhao Lan caressed the tombstone with his palm almost greedily, "Yunfeng, I'm here to see you."

Fu Ran pursed her lips, and even looked at Ming Yunfeng indifferently. The two women were willing to be wronged because of him, but he subverted their lives for his selfish love.Zhao Lan's cry seemed to be mixed with a hollow echo in his ears, as sad as a whine.

The incense in front of the tomb was ignited bit by bit, and the incense candles were extinguished by the wind.

The snow fell harder and harder, almost blinding people's eyes.

Zhao Lan's down jacket quickly piled up white, Fu Ran walked over and squatted beside her, "Auntie, let's go, we will come back later."

"Just a little while, Xiaoran, just a little while."

Zhao Lan hugged the tombstone with both hands, "Yunfeng, time flies so fast, how can I reach out and grab it?"

Fu Ran felt cold, so she put on the hat attached to the back of her clothes.

"Yunfeng, you told me that no matter what Chengyou said or did to me, don't blame him. I don't blame him at all. He told Xiaoran that you are buried here. If possible, I hope Mingzheng and Chengyou can truly become brothers, this is what you hope for, right?"

Zhao Lan pressed her face to the cold stone tablet, "I don't feel wronged anymore, and I won't often say things that are unfair to me anymore. I am satisfied to see you again, really."

Fu Ran didn't know what kind of love it should be to be able to endure this, two years as one day, regardless of status and gains and losses.

She even admired the thin woman in front of her.

Zhao Lan still didn't want to leave until Ming Zheng called.

"Auntie, brother is outside."

Zhao Lan wiped away her tears, knowing Mingzheng's temper, if Li Yunling finds out about Mingzheng's quarrel, it will not be so easy to come in to worship in the future.

Fu Ran brushed off the snowflakes from her shoulders, and helped Zhao Lan go out.

Mingzheng's car was parked at the entrance of the cemetery, and the wiper on the windshield swung repeatedly from side to side. When he saw the two of them coming out, he took an umbrella and got out of the car.

The tone of the middle-aged man in charge of the guard was much better than before, "Have you done your worship?"

"Yes." Fu Ran nodded at him.

Ming Zheng's face was livid and he grabbed Zhao Lan's shoulder, "Mom!"

Looking at Zhao Lan's red and swollen eyes from crying, he finally swallowed the words in his mouth.

Fu Ran stomped her feet in the cold, and breathed with her hands on her lips.

"Why do you choose such weather to go up the mountain?" The middle-aged man was wrapped in a military green coat, "The snow in Qingshan has been falling non-stop for the past two days. Just now the broadcast said that the snow was too heavy. There was a car accident and now the road is closed."

"What?" Fu Ran stopped stiffly, "Where did you say the road was closed?"

"The way down the mountain." The middle-aged man held a cup of hot tea in his hand. "But don't worry too much. There are restaurants and hotels on the mountain. According to my opinion, with this weather, you may not be able to go down the mountain tomorrow."

Fu Ran's almond eyes opened wide, snowflakes fell into her eyes and turned into glaring white, the umbrella in Ming Zheng's hand moved towards her head, "Xiao Ran? If that's the case, let's stay here for one night."

"No!" Fu Ran didn't want to refuse, she passed Ming Zheng and walked forward, "Maybe the road will be closed, I said that if there is something urgent, they should let me go down the mountain."

"Girl, it's really dangerous for you to go down the mountain now, and it's impossible for you to pass after the road is closed." The middle-aged man was also kind, but it was like pouring cold water on Fu Ran's head.

Mingzheng handed the umbrella in his hand to Zhao Lan, and he strode to catch up. Fu Ran opened the window of the car, and Mingzheng pulled him out before he got in, "Are you crazy, are you playing with your life? Don't you just live on the mountain?" One night?"

"Don't stop me!" Fu Ran struggled to push Ming Zheng away, but the difference in strength between men and women was too great, "I must go back to the city tonight."

"Are you in a hurry?"

"Yes!" Fu Ran raised her voice, "Brother, let me go."

"Is there anything more important than safety." Ming Zheng slammed the car door shut, "Besides, it's useless even if you die in a hurry, the road has already been blocked."

"I..." Fu Ran's eyes widened with anxiety, "Tomorrow is Chengyou's birthday, and I promised to spend it with him."

Although his birthday should have passed long ago, Ming Chengyou made a reservation with her early in the morning, and he called her today to remind her.

Mingzheng was startled when he heard the words, the strength in his hand loosened, but then he held it tightly again, "You don't even want your life because of him?"

"It's not like this."

Not far away, Zhao Lan thought the quarrel between the two was all because of herself, so she trotted over in a hurry, "Ming Zheng, don't blame Xiao Ran, I asked her to bring me here." Zhao Lan stood in front of Ming Zheng, Then he forcibly pulled away his grip on Fu Ran's wrist, "Xiao Ran, I'm sorry that you couldn't go down the mountain in time, why don't you just stay on the mountain for one night? I don't feel at ease when you go back like this."

Fu Ran softened her voice, "Auntie, this is none of your business."

Zhao Lan took Fu Ran's hand and walked forward. The middle-aged man pointed to the distance, "You should walk. You will see the hotel sign in about twenty minutes at most."

Ming Zheng pulled out the car key and followed behind the two.

Fu Ran lowered her head, there was snow on the road, and her boots creaked when she stepped on it, and the coolness spread through the leather to her insteps. Seeing that she couldn't cheer up, Zhao Lan said, "Xiao Ran, I'm sorry."

"Auntie, it's okay." Fu Ran smiled back.

"Tomorrow is Chengyou's birthday, right?"

"You know?"

"I remember." Zhao Lan's eyes were red, but his mood improved a lot. "He and Mingzheng are only 20 days away."

"Yeah." Fu Ran kept silent, carefully looking at Zhao Lan's face, after all, for a woman, this should be difficult to accept.

"I hope this snow will stop at night, otherwise I will be guilty of delaying your company with Chengyou."

(End of this chapter)