Master Lu, Come On

The dusk was heavy, and the rain and fog filled the forest in the distance. It was like a layer of gauze. It was psychedelic and depressed.

In front of the tombstone, people stood, the rain fell, all wet thoroughly.

"So this is your revenge?"

The rain blurred his vision, and Tang Luo looked at Tang Mingyu, whose figure was not true. "In the final analysis, if your father wasn't drunk and couldn't control himself, how could there be so many things!"

Most of the hoarse voice was dissipated by the rain, with anger, condemnation and disappointment.

"You go!"

"I don't want to see you again in my life!"

Tang Mingyu suddenly turns his head and stares at her. His eyes are shocked and deep.

Tang Luo's eyes fell on him. Through the rain, he could feel the fierceness and disgust in her eyes. His words stabbed him in the heart clearly,

"The most wrong thing I've ever done in my life is to meet you!"

She had never thought before that she could see the scheming in a person like the wind and the moon. Those dark and unbearable things should not appear in him.

But the reality, after all, is hard to give her a slap.

People, in the end, will become.

Tang Mingyu was shocked, and his face turned pale. He seemed to have experienced great sorrow, and his whole body was full of desolation and desolation.

He took back his eyes, took out a small thing from his pocket, walked a few steps and put it under the photo of Tang and Song dynasties.

He bowed slightly and turned away.

On one side, Shan Wei saw that he had gone. She just moved her foot. Sheng Sheng held back. She looked at Tang Luo standing in front of the tombstone and was hit by her heart.

"Let's go!"

Ying Qinxian pulls down Lu Yanqing, and Lu Minghong follows. The heavy rain and cold wind are constantly attacking.

Midsummer, like a moment into the cold winter.

On the tombstone, the photos of the Tang and Song dynasties are stained with rain, and their expressions are blurred. Tang Luoding looks at them, and his heart is sour and astringent.

She hasn't been filial yet, but she has no chance at all.

The Tang and Song Dynasties treated her past severely. At this moment, she understood it in an instant.

This person, in his own way, is protecting her and the unexpected child.

How sad and indignant he should have endured!

I think my heart is like a stone, but after all, people are not plants.

*

In front of the tombstone, only mother and daughter were left.

Lu Zhan went to deal with the following things and left space and time for them.

"Falling"

Shan Wei called her name, "Mom, I'm sorry for you..."

"You're not sorry for me."

Tang Luo squatted down, arranged the flowers in front of the tombstone, pure pine branches, like people, proud and unyielding.

"Dad told me everything. You're not to blame for that."

Tang Luo swallowed the words behind, the person that Shan Wei is most sorry for should be Tang and song.

He is proud of himself, but he complains again and again in Shan Wei. He can get rid of all the blame and confusion, but he chooses one person to bear all the blame.

He is wronged, but Xue Wanqing is pitiful.

I've been wronged for so many years. I didn't say a word, even in front of myself.

These people are trying to protect themselves and maintain the present peaceful life.

Although it is full of holes, but also try to maintain the surface of harmony.

"Ma, you can't let him go

To find him

"He has grown up, and his father can walk with a clear conscience!"

Tang Luo fiddled with the pine branches, lowered his head and looked down at the water stains on the ground. In just a few days, his face had lost a lot of weight, which was heartbreaking against the depressed rain.

"Fall, I..."

"Mom, you don't have to feel burdened or anything. He has nothing to do with the Tang family!"

Tang Luo stood up, his clothes were close to his skin, and his figure became thinner and thinner. "The surname of the Tang family is to pay off the debt!"

Her heart is very sour, and her back brain is also dull. Her eyes are dizzy. She is forced to breathe hard. Every step is like walking on the tip of a knife. All her limbs are unconscious, just like a walking corpse.

Shan Wei watched her leave step by step, covered her mouth and wept.

*

At the cemetery management office, Ren Xu left after he handed over the matter to Lu Zhan. Lu Zhan stood under the eaves, his black suit lining was more and more chilly, like a sword coming out of the sheath.

In the distance, a person came slowly. Behind her was a large mountain forest covered with rain and fog. She was dressed in black, her skin was white and shining, and her whole body was covered with a layer of moon like cold. It seemed that she was coming from a bitter and cold place and could not hide her chilly feeling.

Lu Zhan came forward, "how are you?"

Tang Luo slowly came forward, stood in front of him, looked up, a white face terrible, Lu Zhan eyes heart a tight, just about to speak, she suddenly closed her eyes, body soft down.

He took the man into his arms, picked him up and rushed to the hospital.

*

Tang Luo's illness was relieved for more than half a month, and he lost a lot of weight.

In a flash, summer is almost over.

Lu Zhan looks in the eye, anticipates that autumn is coming, and plans to take people out to relax.

For most of this month, Xue Wanqing has just recovered. She has been living in Yishui all day. Tang Jiajia has advised her many times, but she is still indifferent.

In this way, Tang Jiajia was not at ease. She simply moved her work to her home. Ning Qifeng came every so often to help her.

The Tang family's affairs, from the beginning of the sad, to later calm, with the passage of time, gradually calm down.

After half a month's silence, Tang Luo gradually recovered.

During this period of time, Lu Zhan was dealing with everything. He often worked late into the night. He didn't see anyone when he slept and didn't see anyone when he woke up. He had to take care of many things and he was thinner.

That day, when he came back from work, unexpectedly, he saw a noise in the kitchen. He thought it was Zhang Ling. He scanned his eyes, but it was Tang Luo.

The fragrance of rice overflows in the kitchen, and there is a trace of fireworks in the cold room for a long time.

He took off his coat, walked into the kitchen, leaned over and hugged her.

Tang Luo's body was stiff, then he relaxed and slightly tilted his head. "Go wash your hands and eat for a while!"

There are some dishes made by Zhang Ling in the fridge, which can be eaten after a few minutes in the microwave oven. She can also cook porridge, and cooking is not online at all.

Lu Zhan held her for more than half a month, and his heart finally settled down. At this time, he realized that the man in his arms was so thin that he could hold her waist.

He put his hand in her dress, touched it, put his chin on her shoulder, and said, "you know what

I'm losing weight again

Tang Luo clapped open, "go wash your hands!"

Thin is thin, that pair of apricot eyes, as before.

Lu Zhan took a deep breath, turned his head to kiss her face, relaxed a little distance, still put people in his arms.

"Falling..."

Tang Luo was turned by him and was facing him. His eyes were staring at him for a moment, and the light was full of quiet light.

"Let's go out tomorrow."

(end of this chapter)