Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 65

She is a person who always likes to do things from the beginning to the end. Whether it is a farewell or a reunion, she left frankly two years ago, and now she naturally wants to be frank about Say Hi.

Tsk, a single bet came unexpectedly, she is really an ordinary little genius.

Thinking of this, Nan Song pressed the "+" in the upper right corner with his slender fingers, and quickly entered eight characters——

[I'm back, long time no see. 】

The moment he pressed the send button, Nan Song felt that his whole heart became full, and his whole body was full of strength.

She got up and stood in front of the huge mirror, looking at herself in the mirror, she wanted to be beautiful, to have a figure, to be strong.

"Come on, Nansong!"

"You are the most beautiful kid in the entire entertainment industry!"

"you can!"

"Duck rush!"

The whole bathroom echoed with the echo of Nan Song cheering for himself, which can be described as extremely loud.

At this moment, Shen Du's voice came from outside the door——

"I haven't come out for so long, are you eating shit in there, baby?"

"."

After all, Nan Song's half-open mouth did not shout out the next sentence.

This ugly dog ​​man!
The good mood just now was swept away in an instant, Nan Song walked over and opened the door with a "swish", staring angrily at the man standing in front of him, his eyes wished to burst into flames.

Shen Du and her looked at each other with a calm face: "Don't look at me like that, I'm just in a hurry to use the bathroom."

Nan Song suddenly laughed, cutely: "Why are you in such a hurry? Eat shit, baby?"

Shen Du: "."

After saying this, she slipped away and jumped onto the bed.

With a kick of long legs, there is no competition in the world.
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October NO.13, Sunday, the second anniversary of Bai Shuyin's death.

Early in the morning, Nan Song went to the flower shop he frequented to buy a bouquet of creamy white double tulips that Bai Shuyin liked most during his lifetime, and asked the flower shop owner to wrap a small bouquet in very textured kraft paper.

Nan Song first went to Nan's house to pick up Nan Jiashu. At [-]:[-], he drove up to Zhaoshui Houshan.

Zhaoshui Mountain is the most famous mountain in Yuncheng, with a large mountain area. There are holiday manors, leisure farms, cultural markets, tea gardens, etc. in front of the mountain, as well as mountainside villas and mountaintop cafes, and many homestays.

The back mountain is the cemetery area, with excellent ecology and quiet environment.

In early autumn, the cascading green hills in the distance are intertwined with clouds and mist, the leaves begin to fall slowly, and the dead branches are printed high on the light blue sky, like ice patterns on white porcelain.

Driving all the way up, the winding mountain road is wide and clean. It rained a little last night, but today it is sunny.

"After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late to autumn."

Nan Jiashu sat in the co-pilot, looking at the scenery outside, he unconsciously recited poems.

The corners of Nan Song's lips curled up slightly: "You still remember that this is my mother's favorite poem before she was alive? I didn't raise you for nothing."

Nan Jiashu adjusted his sitting posture, and there was a faint smile in his clear eyes: "Of course."

After a while, Nan Jiashu seemed to think of something, "By the way, sister, why didn't brother-in-law come with you?"

Nan Song was slightly stunned: "What is he doing here? This is my mother, not his mother."

Nan Jiashu blinked, and looked at Nan Song with a trace of complexity: "You two, aren't you a couple?"

"Yes."

"Then isn't our mother also brother-in-law's mother? Isn't brother-in-law's mother also your mother?"

Nan Song didn't know why the little kid was suddenly interested in this topic, and coughed lightly: "Well, although the truth is so, it's not necessary."

"Why isn't it necessary?"

Nan Song frowned slightly: ".Nan Jiashu, why do you have so many questions today?"

Nan Jiashu's thin lips were tightly pursed, and he looked at his sister with slightly narrowed eyes, his sharp eyes seemed to penetrate people's hearts thoroughly.

"Why, did I ask a question you couldn't answer?"

???

Hearing Nan Jiashu's provocative tone, Nan Song glanced at him out of the corner of his eye: "Nan Jiashu, are you excited? If it wasn't because my mother is driving now, I would beat you up."

"Ouch, yo yo, was I exposed? Angry? Tsk tsk tsk"

Nan Song: "."

Nan Jiashu's mean tone successfully reminded her of Shen Du for a moment.

why?
Since she returned to China, she brought Nan Jiashu and Shen Du to meet less than five times. Why is this bastard becoming more and more "Duhua"?

One Shendu is not enough, and there is also a "Houlang" version, and being so angry with two dog men every day, she feels that her life span may be shortened by several years.

Fifteen minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of the cemetery, and the two got out of the car and walked towards Bai Shuyin's tombstone. Nan Song held the bouquet of tulips in his arms.

The photo on the tombstone has not yet turned yellow, and the person in the photo has a gentle smile. It's just the season of falling autumn leaves, and the whole cemetery has a faint sense of emptiness.

Not far away, a few other people were sweeping the grave, and everyone was holding flowers in their arms.

Nan Song and Nan Jiashu stood in front of Bai Shuyin's tombstone, looking at the bouquet of pale pink Grazia carnations placed in front of the tombstone, she turned to look at Nan Jiashu.

"Who gave it to you? Dad came here? Or did Nan Youheng let it go?"

Nan Jiashu shook his head: "Probably not, Dad has been busy helping Nan Youheng clean up the company's mess these days, so he has no time to go up the mountain."

Nan Song approached, leaned over to look, and found that there were still crystal clear drops of water on the petals, and the buds were very fresh.

The cemetery is located halfway up the back mountain, with a panoramic view of the scenery at the foot of the mountain and the winding road. She stood up and turned around to look down, but she didn't see any familiar vehicles.

Nan Song's eyes fell on the bouquet of flowers again, he thought for a second and said, "That's right, Carnation Grazia, the two of them don't have such high aesthetics."

Nan Jiashu took the bouquet of tulips from Nan Song's hand: "It must be a gift from one of my mother's friends."

"Well, probably."

"Hey, don't worry about it, I have something to say to my mother."

After saying this, Nan Jiashu placed the bouquet squarely in front of the tombstone. The warm autumn sun shone on his face, and the young man smiled brightly.

"Mom, I'm going to take the college entrance examination in eight months. Please bless me to get into the university I want to go to."

Nan Song is wearing a khaki windbreaker today, his long hair is casually draped behind his head, and a few soft strands of hair on his forehead are blown by the breeze in the air, brushing against his fair cheeks.

People standing in the warm autumn sun look a little thin, but they are as beautiful as a painting.

Looking at the boy squatting in front of the tombstone, Nan Song said with a smile: "If you don't tell me the name of the university you want to go to, how will mom know?"

(End of this chapter)