Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 1678 Warm waiting and companionship
An elegant and gentle woman should be held in the palm of the hand.

Proud as her mother, if it wasn't for giving her a place to live, how could she submit to Zuo Pingkun.

Ye Jiaqi thought about it, and couldn't help but shed tears again.

Forget the past.

She lay in bed all morning without breakfast or lunch.

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, she touched her stomach and got up from the bed uncomfortably.

After washing up, she warmed up the oatmeal that Butler Sun had left behind, and sat alone on the empty balcony, drinking the porridge and watching the rain, feeling turmoil in her heart.

It is not warm on the balcony, and it is very deserted compared with the days when there is sunshine.

She looked at the birds in the distance, the mountains in the distance, her eyes were blurred.

After finishing the porridge, she stood up and silently went to the bedroom to pack her luggage.

No matter how difficult the day is, you can get through it with your fingers, although every second feels like a year.

She put all the spring clothes she bought with Josnian last time into a box. She didn't take much with her, except for some commonly used cosmetics and underwear.

She took Qiao Chengfan's little tiger away and stuffed it into a box.

She thought that she could give it to Chengfan in the future.

Not long after I packed my luggage, the sky darkened and the wind blew loudly.

The rain is still falling, as if there is no end.

cemetery.

Josnian came here early and placed flowers in front of every tombstone.

The rain wets the petals, and these flowers become the only bright colors in the cemetery, like a lonely sunset.

Meng Chen came later than Joss.

Every year during the Ching Ming Festival, they usually come together, and if anyone is busy, the other person will also come.

Gradually, over the past 20 years, a tacit understanding has been formed.

Paper dust was flying, and a desolate atmosphere permeated the air.

When it was getting late at night, Josnian and Meng Chen stood under the same roof, lit a cigarette each, and watched the sky gradually get darker.

Josnian was thin, and the light stretched his shadow very long. His stern and dignified face was hidden under the dim light, like a deep seabed.

The luster in his eyes changed little by little, and a lot of cigarette butts had been lost on the ground.

Meng Chen leaned against the door frame, his legs crossed slightly, and his eyes fell on the large tombstone.

Especially when he saw his father's tombstone, his eyes would stay for a few extra minutes.

"Meng Chen, I might not stay here to watch the night after the fasting meal tonight. I'll come back tomorrow." Josnian's deep voice was mixed with the sound of rain, hoarse and tired.

"Okay, I understand." Meng Chen nodded without any hesitation, "The past is over, let it go with the wind. It is best to leave warm waiting and companionship to people in this world."

In previous years, they would come the day before the Ching Ming Festival and take turns keeping watch in the cemetery until the next day of the Ching Ming Festival.

This year, Josnian came early in the morning, and he had already made plans not to keep watch at night.

"It's cold, so you should go to bed earlier." Josnian looked at Meng Chen.

"I know, Master Qiao doesn't have to worry about me." Meng Chen planned to stay here overnight, "The weather forecast says there will be heavy rain at night, so keep warm."

Josnian nodded.

"Master Qiao, when are you going to Chicago? The day after tomorrow?" Meng Chen and Josnian chatted briefly.

In the past few days, Josnian didn't go to Qiao's again, and Rong Jincheng seemed to be very busy, so he didn't go there once.

(End of this chapter)