perfect hidden marriage

Chapter 711 721, Unexpected Marriage 44 Tomorrow, let's get the certificate!
No matter how unhappy I was, I still went on Sunday.

At eight o'clock, Kuang Meiyun took her son Kuang Yin and flew directly to Hong Kong under the protection of two bodyguards.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, they stood at the exit, waiting quietly.

The flight arrived on time, and with the rush of people, Peng Boran was the last one, wearing sunglasses and black clothes, looking dignified.

In the crowd, he was pushing the luggage alone, his feet were a little lame, and he couldn't walk very neatly. Obviously, the injury on his feet hadn't fully healed yet, and there was no one else around him—that Shirley Ann wasn't with him, On his back he carried a backpack neatly. The inside of the bag was bulging, and it seemed to be full of things.

"Dad..."

After Kuang Yin saw his father whom he hadn't seen for half a month, he rushed over like flying.

Peng Boran did not hug his son up and kiss him fiercely like before, but stretched out his hand lightly, stroked his son's head a few times, and asked in a low voice:
"Miss Dad?"

"miss you!"

Kuang Yin nodded heavily and expressed his thoughts with strong body language:
"Dad, are you tired after flying for so long?"

"Not tired, let's go."

Peng Boran took the child's hand and walked towards Kuang Meiyun who was standing quietly not far away.

"Didn't you say two people?"

Kuang Meiyun asked softly, looked behind him again and again, but did not see anyone following him, she was naturally surprised in layers.

"Well, two people."

He responded lightly, took off his sunglasses, and stared deeply.

"What about the other person? Didn't you wait for her?"

"In my backpack."

This sentence made Kuang Meiyun completely stunned, and she looked straight at the backpack behind her, and her heart was hit hard by something: This person will never do anything illegal, so, what can be contained in this backpack Only possible: a person's ashes.

"Who died?"

His solemn expression is probably because of this reason!
"Let's go, the car I asked to pick up should be waiting outside!"

Peng Boran led the way, without any explanation.

Kuang Meiyun stared blankly, feeling suspicious:

This time, when he went back to England, was he going to get married or to attend the funeral?

*
Victoria Harbour.

On a motorboat.

Peng Boran put an urn on an Eight Immortals table, candles were lit on the table, and four grain offerings were placed.

A few sticks of high incense were lit on his fingers, and there was a faint smell of high incense in the air, which diffused. Immediately, he distributed the high incense to Kuang Meiyun and Kuang Yin.

"Xiaoyin, go over and give this uncle a kowtow and incense."

Peng Boran ordered softly, his eyes quietly falling on the urn.

"Oh."

There was a red carpet on the ground in front of the Eight Immortals Table. Kuang Yin knelt down and respectfully kowtowed three times, then stood up, and under Peng Boran's guidance, inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"Xiao Kuang, you should go and have some incense too!"

He looked at Kuang Meiyun with a look of regret mixed with disappointment:
"Unfortunately, I couldn't introduce you to him before I was alive. Now that he is gone, I should fulfill his wish."

In fact, Kuang Meiyun really wanted to ask: Why should you introduce me to your friends.I didn't ask after all, the dead are the greatest, and respect is a must.

She did not kowtow and kneel down, but held the incense and bowed deeply three times to show her respect for the deceased.

Peng Boran looked at it, his expression warmed slightly, and finally, he stepped forward and bowed three times. After putting on the incense, he looked at the bright and clear sky outside, his faint smile stretched out bit by bit, and he said softly: spoke up:
"Ah Shao, now you can finally get what you want...

"My son, my son's mother, you have seen it all, if there is a heaven in the world, you should be very pleased...

"They're all good, aren't they!

"Don't worry, I know what to do, and I will take care of mine in the future.

"And you, just take care of yourself and go all the way...

"Look, outside is the Victoria Harbor you like, the place you miss the most, the weather is very good today, you can feel it...

"The smell of sweet-scented osmanthus, have you smelled it?"

Facing the urn, this extremely cold-looking man said a lot of emotional words.

Kuang Meiyun listened quietly, feeling that the relationship between him and the deceased was very deep, so deep that it made him feel extremely sad because of the death of this person.

So she was confused again.

Could it be that for the past half month, what troubled her was all her own wild thinking?
During the days when he returned to England, was he enduring a heart-wrenching parting from life and death?

"Dad, who is this man?"

Kuang Yin walked up, stared at the strange box and asked softly.

Peng Boran looked down at him, touched his small face, and explained in a low voice:

"That was Dad's best friend. He died."

"Oh, how did he die then?"

"Get ill."

"Will it be cured?"

"Can't be cured."

"Dad, don't be too sad. You still have me and mother!"

Kuang Yin stretched out his hand and patted the back of Peng Boran's hand like a little adult.

He probably didn't understand the specific meaning of death, but the words were extraordinarily warm.

"It's better to go to the ground as soon as possible!"

Kuang Meiyun also answered lightly, and then went to take a good rest, he looked very tired.

"His dying words are: Return to Victoria Harbor... Akai, go and start the motorboat..."

Peng Boran stretched out his hand and hugged the urn, put it in his arms, stroked and caressed, there was endless reluctance between his brows, and he refused to put it down for a long time.

Finally, the motorboat started to run unhurriedly, and the high-spirited man stood facing him. After a long time, he stretched out his hand and sprinkled handfuls of white ashes into Victoria Harbour. by:

"I'm finally home, brother... Don't worry, she will be very happy... As for me, I will spend the rest of my life well... Don't worry about me..."

The motorboat ran round and round, and after scattering the ashes, Peng Boran stood still in the wind, meditating, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, making people feel distressed for him like this.

Kuang Meiyun used to think that Peng Boran was the kind of person who never knew what sadness was, but now she suddenly discovered that he is actually an ordinary person with the fragility of an ordinary person.Once he hits this weak point, he will also show a helpless look like a child.

On the return trip, he remained silent, while Xiao Yin fell asleep.

Inside the car, the silence was suffocating.

In the evening, the car drove into a villa, where there were mountains and rivers, and you could see the busy and prosperous Victoria Harbor from a high-rise building—it was Pang Boran's property in Hong Kong.Purchased many years ago, it has become a sky-high price now.

When she came in, Kuang Meiyun was quite afraid that a hostess would suddenly appear here. Fortunately, except for an elderly housekeeper and two security guards, there was no other person who would make her feel embarrassed.

It is golden autumn, and the evening wind is getting cooler.

Kuang Meiyun looked from afar on the tall building, the fresh air made people calm down little by little, but the doubts did not dissipate.

The phone rang, and she took it to see that it was Peng Boran. It had been half a month, and he hadn't called her a single time. Now, she was at his home, but he found her in such a way.

"what's up?"

"where?"

"See the scenery from the tallest building."

"Well, wait, I have something to tell you."

He hung up.

When the evening wind hits, the tension also surges like a tide, layer after layer.

What is he trying to tell her?
I can't think of it, but I always feel as if something is going to happen.

After a while, footsteps came from behind, and soon, an extra pair of hands in front of the railing helped him up.

She turned her head to look at the black shirt, black trousers, and black casual leather shoes, all black, because of the pair of beautiful cuff buttons and the row of golden buttons, showing a bit of noble and invincible atmosphere, mature masculine oppression Looking at her, her heart was beating wildly.

At this moment, she wanted to avoid him far away.

Without him, it is really because of this person, who can affect her too much now.

In fact, she did do the same, trying to distance herself from him without any trace.

"That day, you chased me to the hospital and wanted to say something to me. Now that you are free, you can talk about it..."

He suddenly turned around, stared at her deeply, and asked such a question that had been outdated for a long time.

"Not really."

"Are you sure there is nothing?"

Peng Boran stared straight at it.

She was a little flustered by his stare.

"There was a reason for the sudden discharge from the hospital that day."

He actually explained it like this.

She was taken aback: "Oh, really?"

"My good friend Ah Shao suddenly became critically ill. At that time, I was very afraid that if I went back late, I might not even see him for the last time."

"Oh……"

"Fortunately, I didn't go late, and I sent him off for the last time. I personally helped him choose a dress, sorted out his remains, and sent him away."

"..."

"Afterwards, I developed a fever and was hospitalized for a few days.

"How are your feet?"

She asked softly, and her eyes fell on his feet. It could be seen that there was still something wrong with his feet.

"It will be fine after a few more days."

"I know that the death of a good friend is a sad thing, and you must mourn."

Not knowing what to say, she could only comfort her like this.

"Actually, for him, it was a relief."

Peng Boran said in a low voice, caressing the railing lightly with his hand, his sighs were scattered in the wind:

"In the past few days, I have thought a lot and realized one thing. When the fate comes, you should try your best to grasp it. When the fate leaves, you can't keep it. When you are born, you should live comfortably. When you die Don't go away with regrets."

"It's very clear, but how many people can do it?"

Kuang Meiyun leaned there and sighed softly:
"When will the fate be counted, and when will it be considered the end of the fate? The authorities are confused, just watch...Easy to say, but too difficult to do."

Gazing at her, he thought for a while before saying:
"For example, when you meet a man you like, you are willing to take the initiative to get closer, and you are willing to let go of your strong personality and express your thoughts; for example, when you meet a woman you like, you are willing to rely on her, let go of the past, and start over; For example, if the confession failed, turn over those old chapters and let yourself live a better life... Let every day in the future be more comfortable, happy, and as happy as possible..."

He gave three examples, which seem to be meant:

"Speaking of which, I'm quite envious of Jing Huan. When I first fell in love, I loved so vigorously that I even wanted to live and die together. Later, when I saw it, life continued and I lived out another kind of happiness. In fact, this is the most real thing. Life. Overcome your own demons, regain your confidence, and perform your life in a chic way, which is definitely worth learning."

Having said that, Peng Boran's eyes suddenly became warm, and he approached her step by step:

"Kuang Meiyun, let's get the certificate tomorrow! If you want..."

　See you tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)