Chapter 1801 She scares me

"The happier I am, the more afraid I am."

"The warmer it is, the more I think of every loss I have had."

His eyes were filled with the tombstone in front of him, and the deep blue was as thick as the sea in the middle of the night, under the surface of the sea was an indelible sadness.

But he was still smiling, and the smile on the corner of his mouth never disappeared.

"You probably never counted how many things I have lost because of you."

"But now, I don't want to count anymore."

"Bless me, Grandpa, or I'll hate you."

The whole world was filled with the sound of pattering rain, Cheng Zhiyuan stood in this desolate cemetery for a long time.

"I'm leaving, Grandpa, see you next time, maybe next year."

He lowered his head and touched the rough and cold stone tablet for the last time, then quickly withdrew his hand, turned and walked out of the cemetery.

The figure is slender and dark, like a gloomy soul that cannot be erased in this rainy day.

As soon as he stepped out of the cemetery, a figure leaning against the wall with an umbrella stood upright,
"You never carry an umbrella,"

Cheng Yuqing finally gave up her white coat and put on a black suit jacket. She lifted the black umbrella over the man's head and said calmly,
"It just happens that it rains every time you come to the cemetery."

Cheng Zhiyuan hooked his lips slightly,

"Probably they don't welcome me."

"I don't know about others, but at least your grandfather and your parents definitely welcome you."

Cheng Zhiyuan didn't answer, but only asked,
"Why is aunt still here? I thought you had left long ago."

"You came here to avoid me, didn't you?"

Cheng Yuqing squinted at him,
"But today is also your grandfather's death day, I guess you will always come to see it, and I have been waiting for you after sending the flowers."

"I didn't avoid you on purpose,"

The man lowered his eyes, and the rain fell down his black eyelashes.

Standing under the umbrella, the tall and thin man was much taller than Cheng Yuqing, but he seemed to have a sense of fragility and oppression that he was overwhelmed by carrying too much.

His voice was mixed with the sound of rain, adding a bit of coolness,
"Help me, Auntie."

Cheng Yuqing looked at him blankly without any intention of praying, but for some reason, his eyes were sore in an instant.

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It was still the same room specially used for psychotherapy, and the heavy curtains were pulled aside by Cheng Yuqing, revealing the rainy world outside the window.

She turned on the desk lamp, and Cheng Zhiyuan sat down in the dim yellow light, his wet black eyelashes were blurred and flooded, making his pale face even more shocking.

Cheng Yuqing sat down behind the table, looked at him for a while, and then said slowly,
"It's not like finally getting what you want in love after so many years,"

She curled her lips as a joke,

"Did you finally find out after you were with her that she wasn't your true love?"

But Cheng Zhiyuan didn't respond to her joke, and only lowered his eyelids and said,
"She scares me."

Cheng Yuqing restrained her smile, and her voice became quiet.
"afraid of what?"

"afraid of losing."

Cheng Yuqing was slightly taken aback, but Cheng Zhiyuan still didn't look at her, and continued with a tone that was out of the world and with a tired expression,
"I feel happy when she laughs, and I feel pain when she cries, but whether it's crying or laughing, happiness or pain, I feel unreal... It's like holding a kite in my hand, and the kite is the same as me What am I to do with a thin strand of spider silk that makes the connection?"

Being isolated from the sound of rain all over the world outside the glass window, his voice lost its elegance for the first time, and every breath was hoarse and exhausted.

(End of this chapter)

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