Madam is a dandy, Mr. Shen loves her so much

Chapter 39 Shen Jiyuan, thank you

At two o'clock in the morning, the cemetery was eerily quiet.

The wind blew the surrounding leaves swaying and making a rustling sound. I don't know if it was Cen Xuan's imagination.

She always felt that the moon above her head was shining brighter and brighter. The soft moonlight shone in the cemetery, illuminating the photos on each tombstone equally.

At that moment, everyone seemed to come alive, and something seemed to be breaking out from under the marble surface.

People's instinct to fear the unknown rises.

The next second, Shen Jiyuan reached out to help her up, but had no intention of comforting her.

"continue."

Cen Xuan squatted in front of the tombstone, desperately suppressing his emotions.

She herself couldn't tell whether her rising emotion when facing Baihua's tombstone was fear or something else.

In short, she was almost vomiting in her current condition.

"I can't do it Shen Jiyuan."

She looked up at the man beside her.

This scar has been in her heart for so many years, so long that she took it across the ocean to country J.

No matter how strong a person is, he will always encounter two insurmountable gaps in his life.

She admits that she is not perfect.

Especially under the current circumstances.

In the darkness, her senses began to dull, and her hearing and touch became less sensitive.

But only the tombstone in front of her was extremely clear in her sight.

All the feelings are concentrated here, and it requires full concentration when carving.

She would recall Bai Hua's demeanor countless times, and the deeply buried past began to gradually emerge.

"I can't do it."

She lowered her head and lowered her eyes, and her whole body was no longer as cheerful as usual.

Shen Jiyuan knelt down, took the carving knife in her hand with one hand and played it in the palm of his hand.

"If it doesn't work today, we'll do it tomorrow. If it doesn't work tomorrow, we'll do it the day after tomorrow. We'll wait until you completely break this psychological barrier and stop shaking when holding the carving knife."

Cen Xuan raised her eyes, and all she could see in his eyes was undeniable seriousness.

She knew that Shen Jiyuan was capable of such a thing.

Cen Xuan sniffed and sat cross-legged directly in front of the tombstone.

"It's true that my mother committed suicide in the studio. I also witnessed her death with my own eyes, but something happened before. Maybe I couldn't pick up the carving knife again before I saw her commit suicide."

But in order not to disappoint her grandfather, she hid the news.

Baihua's death was just the straw that broke the camel's back. Baihua's death was just the straw that broke the camel's back.

"If you are willing to talk to me, I am willing to listen."

Cen Xuan shook his head. The relationship between them, even if they were husband and wife, there was still a thread between them.

Bai Hua comes from a scholarly family, and her father Bai Zhengyuan is a famous modern calligrapher.

Grandpa is a serious man. Because he inherited the traditional calligraphy school, the ideas flowing in his bones are much more traditional than others.

Such families will inevitably have some old-fashioned ideas when raising their daughters.

Bai Hua grew up in a well-behaved manner, obeying the teachings of her parents.

Even if I had the opportunity to study abroad, I chose to stay with my parents until I was 23 years old.

Bai Zhengyuan only has one daughter, so he thinks about her future.

Carefully select your future son-in-law with great care.

Until Cen Qingmu fell in love with Baihua at first sight at the alumni meeting.

The Cen family is similar to the Bai family in some aspects, such as the things they inherit and the ideas they advocate.

Cen Qing Mu was a good candidate for son-in-law because of his good character, good looks, and his family background.

Bai Zhengyuan decided to get married with the Cen family.

But at that time, Bai Hua already had a boyfriend, and the relationship between them was very good.

But Bai Hua did not have the courage to resist her father, so she chose to give up her boyfriend and marry into the Cen family under family pressure.

Time has faded a lot of things, including Baihua's feelings of letting go.

After two years of marriage, Cen Qingmu was very tolerant of Bai Hua, treated her like a guest, and would respect his opinions no matter what the occasion.

It wasn't until the third year that Bai Hua gave birth to Cen Xuan.

During the delivery, the body suffered heavy bleeding and was unable to have any more children.

After that, Cen Qingmu became even more obedient to Bai Hua, and the couple also lived a good life in those few years.

Everything came to an abrupt end when Cen Xuan was twelve years old.

Baihua's first boyfriend who went abroad returned home, and they met again in Jianghuai.

Everything changed after that, and Baihua began to become nagging, perhaps because her previous feelings were rekindled.

She began to resent everything around her and began to imagine what it would be like if she had not married Cen Qingmu.

Over time, she blamed everything on Cen Qingmu and Cen Xuan, who should not have been born.

The love she once had for her daughter turned into hatred, as if Cen Xuan was the shackles that restrained her from growing old together with her lover.

That was also the first time that Cen Xuan saw her usually gentle and quiet mother become hysterical.

Thinking of this, Cen Xuan looked at the photo on the tombstone.

She herself did not expect that her mother, who had always followed the rules, would not even dare to resist her grandfather.

Hui had an affair the year after Bai Zhengyuan passed away, when she and her lover were having a stormy relationship in her father's studio.

Cen Xuan stood at the door with a carving knife in hand and took in everything.

At the age of fifteen, she already had enough intelligence to know what the people inside were doing.

Their movements were so violent that they even knocked over the carving knife placed on the table. The originally clean and shiny blade was stained with extremely disgusting liquid. Since then, Bai Hua's dislike of Cen Xuan has become even worse.

She hates this child whose eyes and appearance look like Cen Qingmu, and even the path this child will take in the future will be the same as Cen Qingmu.

So every time Cen Xuan's sculptures were not successful, they would be destroyed by Bai Hua.

Over time, every time she picked up the carving knife, she would think of her mother's crazy look when she broke her jade carving.

Slowly, Cen Xuan could no longer hold the carving knife in her hand.

"No matter what kind of harm she has caused you, now she is half-embryonic loess and will never appear in front of you again. If you want to use this as a reason to trap yourself for the rest of your life?"

As he spoke, Shen Jiyuan put the carving knife into her hand, wrapped his palm around hers, and controlled her gently but forcefully.

Cen Xuan's right hand began to tremble uncontrollably. She held her right wrist with her left hand, and her neatly manicured nails were embedded in the flesh.

The sharp pain hit her, and her chaotic mind began to become clearer.

"Yes, she is dead. It will not help me to stay trapped in this nightmare for the rest of my life."

Even if she never carves again, she will never arouse any sympathy from her mother.

Thinking of this, Cen Xuan couldn't help but laugh at herself.

"Grandpa taught me that a gentleman should be independent, not be disturbed by other people's words, and never live in anyone's eyes."

But looking back now, she really didn't do what her grandfather taught her.

"Some things, after caring about them for so long but still being treated as trivial, are just asking for trouble."

What appeared in front of her eyes was still her mother's ferocious expression and her father's elegant and gentle face.

Every year when she was abroad, on her birthday, Cen Qingmu would go over to accompany her no matter how busy she was.

After Bai Hua passed away, he almost gave Cen Xuan all the love a father could give her.

"I have received enough love, even if you don't like me, it doesn't matter."

There is no need for her to be trapped in this corner for the rest of her life.

Shen Jiyuan stood up and took a step back. He saw her standing up and squatting in front of the tombstone with a carving knife in hand.

The moonlight filled the entire cemetery.

The gravekeeper stood at the entrance of the cemetery and could see the man standing in front of the steep slope.

The girl squatting in front of the tombstone looks almost crawling on the tombstone from the back.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and he almost jumped up with a chill on his back.

"It's so weird. This couple is really weird."

If I hadn’t read the news in the past two days and Mr. Shen had arranged for someone to come over and say hello in advance.

He had to wonder whether these two people were alive.

I'm really not afraid of running to the cemetery in the middle of the night.

There was a gust of cold wind, and the tombkeeper shook his body and turned around to go back to the house.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the figure standing at the gate and almost screamed.

He took a closer look and saw that the person standing next to the car was obviously Mr. Li, who had come to contact him yesterday.

Another strange person has been added.

He patted his chest and walked into the house and locked the door.

In the middle of the night, he was almost scared to death.

The floating dark clouds blocked the bright moon and formed moving shadows on the ground.

Shen Jiyuan looked at the movements of the girl who was squatting in front of the tombstone and moved her right hand freely, with deep eyes.

About an hour later, Cen Xuan moved her wrist and stood up.

The dark clouds that obscured the moon faded away, and the moonlight shone on the tombstone again.

The modified words are much different from the original inscription.

In addition, it is carved directly by hand, without any hooking steps in advance, so it requires a lot of sloppiness.

The original epitaph has also been changed.

Bai Hua was born in Jianghuai City in 1990 and died in 2033. She had a smooth childhood and a healthy adult. She moved with love throughout her life and died for love.

When they were alive, their father and daughter were the shackles of Bai Hua.

Now that she is dead, let her go free.

Shen Jiyuan reached out to pull her, and when he lowered his eyes, he noticed that her eyes were a little red.

Cen Xuan stood in front of the tombstone for a long time, her voice hoarse.

It's like the person standing in front of you is still a living person.

"This time, I let you go free."

No matter what, she does not regret that she is the daughter of Bai Hua and Cen Qingmu.

Shen Jiyuan's eyes fell on her right hand, and crescent-shaped blood stains were clearly visible on the white wrist bone.

"Shen Jiyuan."

Cen Xuan turned to look at him. The man's originally gorgeous face under the moonlight was softened a bit by the cool moonlight.

"Thank you."

She thought about cutting out the rotten flesh, but she never had the courage to use the knife.

The man bent down and packed her things for her.

"Thank you for what you should do."

He lifted the box and extended his hand to Cen Xuan.

Cen Xuan held his hand and looked back at her mother's tombstone.

The two left side by side, and the shadows of the two walking away on the ground became longer and longer.

(End of this chapter)