Master Lu, Come On

Three days later, Rongcheng cemetery.

The heavy rain has not stopped. It has been raining for three days, and everywhere is full of damp and dreary.

In the rain, all the people were dressed in black, showing solemn and quiet.

Suddenly, Xue Wanqing was devastated by the afterlife of the Tang and Song dynasties. She washed her face with tears all day long, and others didn't pay much attention to her words. Although Tang Luo didn't have too many tears, others said several words, but couldn't get a response, as if she was aloof from the world.

Only Tang Jiajia and Shan Wei can keep a little sense and soberness, but they can't handle this kind of thing. It's so sad.

The funeral in Tang and Song Dynasties is very simple. The location is not far from Shan Xiuli, and the location is also high and distant.

In addition to the Lu family, there were several colleagues from the Tang and Song dynasties. They just didn't get in touch with each other. When they learned that he had passed away, they came one after another. Ning Qifeng showed Ning's family to one side, while Tang Mingyu stood at the end in a black suit. He didn't wear glasses, and his face became colder and colder.

Lu Zhan holding the urn, listening to the instructions, put the urn into the cemetery.

"Old Tang!"

Xue Wanqing's cry is hard to calm, and the roar in the rain is even more sad. Ying Qinxian listens and wipes her tears silently.

"Ma!"

Tang Jiajia tears hard, just a few days, several people are haggard, lose most of the wind, can faint.

Tang Luo was dressed in black clothes and black skirt. His hair was tied up and he lowered his head and dropped his eyes. Lu Zhan only saw her thin chin. Her clothes were wet through and close to her skin. She outlined a thin figure. It was light and floating. It was like a water ink painting of the mountain forest behind her. It seemed to be integrated with the mountain forest.

Lu Zhan's heart aches, but at this time, he can't even give her a hug.

Rain, more and more big.

*

The affairs of the Tang family spread like wildfire. After all, they were funerals, and no one would make fun of them. They left messages on the company's official website, most of which were sad and passing by.

At the end of the funeral, the crowd gradually left. Ying Qinxian came over and held Tang's hand like ice. Tears fell down again,

"Good boy, thank you! Don't be too sad, we'll be with you! "

Tang Luo looked sad and nodded his head in a dull voice.

"Well, let her slow down!"

Lu Yanqing pulls people away and gives Lu Zhan a look to comfort him. Lu Minghong wants to say something, but he doesn't say it. He looks at the tombstone of the Tang and Song Dynasties and sighs.

Xue Wanqing faints again. Tang Jiajia and Ning Qifeng help people to the hospital. Finally, Tang Mingyu comes forward and bows. Tang Luo suddenly rushes over and pushes them away,

"You go!"

"Go away!"

"What are you doing here! My dad doesn't want to see you! "

"Don't be hypocritical!"

"At that time, you forced him so much, and now you want to force him?"

"He treats you well!"

The sound mixed with the sound of rain is more miserable.

Lu Zhan held the man in his arms and said, "fall!"

"You let me go!"

Tang Luo struggles to come out and looks at Tang Mingyu with gloomy and fierce eyes.

Tang Mingyu was pushed back a few steps by her. He bent slightly and turned his head. His eyes fell somewhere and could not see his expression.

"You knew that, didn't you?"

Tang Luo sternly asked, "my mother often appears in the shopping mall next to you. Do you know that? You should be very proud of that, right

There's no one who owes you. They're all around you! "

"My father was forced to do that by you. He never scolded you!"

"The Tang family didn't do anything sorry for you!"

"If it wasn't for your father, how could my mother have been ill for more than ten years?"

"Tang Mingyu, you are too cruel!"

Shan Wei came back after he was busy. Far away, his eyes were red when he heard Tang Luo's hoarseness.

Tears mixed into the rain, disappeared in an instant.

*

Cemetery.

On the tombstone of the Tang and Song Dynasties, there are photos with the corners of the mouth slightly raised, which is a rare kindness.

He had never laughed like this before. He had a straight face all day, dignified and serious.

And now, his smile, forever fixed down.

"Tang Mingyu!"

Tang Luo's voice was washed by the rain, "are you with me to revenge us?"

In a word, Tang Mingyu turned his head and looked at her. His eyes were dark, like the bottomless sea.

Tang Luo looked at him straight, his eyes seemed to have penetrating magic, "when did you know?"

Cemetery is located in the suburbs, the location of high, wind and rain transparent.

Raindrops mixed with the wind, fall on the body, blowing the corner of the clothes row sound.

Several people stood around the tombstone, surprised by Tang Luo's sudden question.

Lu Minghong's eyes suddenly become sharp, looking at Tang Mingyu's eyes with examination and doubt.

The world is vast, but it makes people feel cold.

Shan Wei stood in the distance, hearing this, his body trembled, almost unsteadiness.

A voice came out from the bottom of her heart. Her haggard face suddenly turned pale. Rao was in such weather, and her back was also in a cold sweat.

"Are you happy to see that we are trying to hide the so-called secret?"

"I've been with you day and night, and I've never seen through you. You really make me dare not despise you."

"Today, I'm afraid I've met you for the first time!"

"Tang Mingyu, you've had a good time these years."

One after another, beating Tang Mingyu's heart, the pain was severe, and his breath was choked.

He was silent and didn't get a word.

"Say it! Why don't you talk! "

Tang fell forward once and gave him a hard push. "You're glad we were fooled around by you, aren't you?"

"Now that you think so, what else do you need me to explain?"

Tang Mingyu looked at her with cold eyes. "What you think is right. Are you satisfied?"

"I was not blessed, so why give birth to me?" He looked into the distance, "aunt Shan, or should I change my tongue and call Mom?"

In the distance, Shan Wei wept. She closed her eyes and was full of pain.

"They all said it was an accident, but they still insisted on giving birth to me, not leaving me in the orphanage, but also taking me back to the Tang family. You are so great one by one!"

"I ask myself, I know everything and pretend I don't care, I can't do it!"

"Fall!"

He looked at Tang Luo, but his mouth was full of sadness. "The night before you left, I knelt all night in the yard, praying that uncle Tang would let me see you for the last time."

"Do you know what he said?"

"He said, let me stop should not have thought, my life, do not want to be with you!"

"At that time, I was fifteen years old!"

"Do you know how I came over all these years?"

"They didn't make me suffer?" He pulled the corners of his mouth, staring at the face of the Tang and Song Dynasties on the tombstone, "you see, this result is not exactly in line with Uncle Tang's idea? How satisfied he is

(end of this chapter)