Deep love only for you

When he got home, his family all slept. Fu Yuchen took a shower, went back to his bedroom and opened his microblog. Sure enough, it was almost all about Duman clarifying the scandal. Seeing the strong relationship between him and Duman, we no longer worry about the follow-up because of the clarification of the scandal, but are full of confidence in their cooperation.

When Fu Yuchen finished brushing his microblog and planned to turn it off to sleep, he suddenly remembered that Han Xiyan took several self photos with his mobile phone that day.

He didn't look at it at that time and hasn't turned over the album recently, so he clicked in.

However, the timeline shows today's, but there is a picture.

His pupils narrowed and he saw that it was in the MMS he had just received.

This phone will automatically save the album after receiving the MMS image?

He frowned, clicked, pressed and held the picture to delete it.

However, when he was about to click OK, he suddenly saw the above word: pregnancy.

He was stunned. He knew it was no good to zoom in. However, he couldn't restrain his inexplicable emotion and enlarged the picture.

It was a diary, impressively written by Zong Jiayue:

"Spain.

When I saw the pregnancy test report, although I didn't want to admit it, I still heard what he said to me.

He said, I know you've been living under others. Maybe you're unhappy, but if you stay with me, you'll have your own home. In the future, we'll have a baby, and then take care of the baby together to grow up, so that he can grow up in a happy environment until we get old

But that day, when I pointed a gun at him, in fact, I had lost the opportunity to look forward to these.

However, I can't make up my mind if I can have an abortion operation right away.

No, I'll call him and tell him I'm pregnant and I'm pregnant with his child.

Baby, we'll be in Portugal in a minute. When I get there, call your father, okay?

Baby, do you think he won't want you? I'm so scared. "

Fu Yuchen saw here and the mobile phone slipped from the palm of his hand.

The whole man couldn't tell what it was like. He just felt that his hair seemed to stand up. The cold and real feeling made his whole body seem to be immersed in ice water.

"It can't be true..." he whispered, but he couldn't convince his reason.

It doesn't mean that uncle won't be so boring. He made a fake diary to deceive him, it means that uncle shouldn't know that she called him.

He still remembers that she called him that day in a strange tone, located in Portugal.

It was that positioning that made Huo Jingxiao find her and catch all her men.

He really can't remember the content of their call that day. Perhaps he has deliberately forgotten it over the past year. Therefore, those past days have long been left in the corner and covered with dust, and gradually really faded away.

At the moment, being caught off guard by a page of diary, he suddenly thought of many fragments

When Zong Jiayue was caught back, her face was pale and she sat on the stool as if she had no strength at all.

And he also knows Huo Jingxiao's character. It is impossible to torture Zong Jiayue after she is caught.

So, she was like that because she was pregnant?

So, when she died, was the child still there? Or is it gone?!

When Fu Yuchen thought of this, he felt that his heart was gripped by unspeakable complexity, and his breathing became difficult.

He bent over to pick up his cell phone from the ground, opened his address book tremblingly, and then released the number that had just been blacked out.

After hesitating for a moment, he clicked on the dial.

Over there, there was a second sound, and then he answered. Uncle Ming held his mobile phone and said, "Mr. Fu."

Fu Yuchen didn't know what else he could do, so there was silence on the phone.

Uncle Ming took the initiative to open his mouth: "Miss, there are many pages in this diary, many of which mention you."

"Child..." Fu Yuchen said, "why don't you tell me?"

"It's too late." Uncle Ming said, "you'd better read her diary yourself!"

"Send me the address. I'll fly there tomorrow." Fu Yuchen said.

"Can I ask you something?" said uncle Ming, with tears in his eyes. "On the day she was buried, you didn't see her. She must feel very sorry. Now, for the sake of the children, can you go to see her in front of the tomb?"

Fu Yuchen was silent.

Uncle Ming said again, "when I beg you! She did wrong, but her heart to you is true."

Fu Yuchen pinched his mobile phone and sneered: "I've heard her say that she can only use me."

"Mr. Fu, if she only used it, she wouldn't risk exposing her position and call you, let alone drag it to the end..." Uncle Ming said here and paused: "I'm old too. The most regrettable thing in my life is to watch her grow up, but also watch her go to the end. I'm not afraid if you want to catch me, but some things should not be buried."

For a long time, Fu Yuchen said, "OK, see you in the cemetery at 6 o'clock tomorrow evening."

"OK." Uncle Ming choked.

One night, Fu Yuchen was almost dreaming.

When I got up the next morning, my face was a little bad.

When Fu Xige came downstairs for breakfast, he couldn't help picking his eyebrows when he saw that he was in poor spirits: "what time did you come back yesterday?"

"It's more than twelve o'clock." Fu Yuchen opened his seat and sat down.

Fu Xige saw that his son seemed in a bad mood. He couldn't help exploring: "didn't you just announce your girlfriend? What's the situation? Quarreled? Which girl? Come back and have a look."

Fu Yuchen shook his head: "no, just talk about it. Let's talk about it when it's stable."

At this time, Fu Xige was completely sure that there was a problem with his son. However, he believed that he could handle the matter of Fu Yuchen, so he didn't ask again.

Because it was the weekend, there was no need to go to the company today. Fu Yuchen finished breakfast and went back to his bedroom.

He picked up a book from the bookshelf at random, but after reading it for a long time, his sight still remained on that page and couldn't see it at all.

The mobile phone on the side vibrated for a while before he picked it up and clicked it on.

It was a wechat sent by Han Xiyan: "brother Yuchen, I'm going to participate in community activities! It ends at 5 pm. Do you have time? Shall we have dinner together in the evening?"

Fu Yuchen took a deep breath and replied, "have fun. I have something to do at night. I'll call you back."

She quickly came back: "well, you're busy. I'm going to start work, too."

After reading it, he threw his cell phone aside.

Time slowly arrived at noon. After dinner, Fu Yuchen drove out of home.

It's about 200 miles from Ningcheng to Zong's house. He drove there. Considering the possible traffic jam, he must be there before 6 p.m.

Fu Yuchen heard Huo Jingxiao say about where Zong Jiayue was buried. Now the address sent by Uncle Ming is exactly there.

Although Zong Chuping's family was in the mountain depression and his ancestral grave was there, when Zong Chuping died, Zong Jiayue didn't want people near the old house to know, let alone his former enemies. Therefore, the grave stood on a quiet hillside more than 20 miles away from the ancestral grave, which was a small cemetery she had spent a lot of money to buy.

After Zong Jiayue died, ye Luohan buried her ashes next to Zong Chuping, so that the father and daughter were accompanied on the ground.

Fu Yuchen arrived a little early, so he first went to the nearby town to eat, estimated that the time was almost, and then returned to the hillside.

Far away, I saw an old man with a hunchback burning incense in front of the tomb.

He stepped on the leaves and made a noise, which startled the old man.

He turned his head and said, "Mr. Fu, you're coming."

He nodded and looked at the tombstone in front of him for the first time.

Zong Chuping did some dirty business and had many enemies, so Zong Jiayue didn't dare to set up a monument for him.

As for later, after Zong Jiayue was buried, ye Luohan set up a monument for them and repaired the original small mound, so that they had the appearance they have now.

The black stele has only a simple name on it and nothing else.

For a moment, Fu Yuchen felt a sigh in vain.

While alive, fame and fortune and obsession are like the most attractive pursuit of time. People break principles and hurt others for them again and again.

But after death, it only turned into a piece of loess and disappeared in the years.

At the moment, the sun gradually sank, dyeing the vast cemetery with a warm color.

However, there was nothing but the occasional bird calls and the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. On the contrary, it was more like a closing elegy.

When Uncle Ming finished the incense, he opened his mouth to the front: "Sir, miss, I came to see you..."

He burst into tears and coughed a lot before he could finish talking. Then he turned to Zong Jiayue's tombstone: "Miss, who did you see?"

Fu Yuchen stood silently in front of the tombstone, didn't speak, and didn't have too many expressions on his face, so uncle Ming couldn't figure out his ideas.

Then he stood quietly for a long time until the incense in front of the tomb burned out. Fu Yuchen turned around and said, "have you brought the diary?"

Uncle Ming looked at his cold side face. After all, he couldn't help asking, "you have nothing to say to her? Or is it inconvenient for me to be here, then I..."

"No," Fu Yuchen interrupted, "there's nothing to say."

He said, turned around, took two steps, looked at the tombstone again and took back his eyes.

Uncle Ming followed him and handed him the diary in his arms: "those things are all in it."

Then he coughed even worse and said to himself, "then I have no regrets about leaving."

Fu Yuchen glanced at him: "do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

"No." Uncle Ming shook his head: "I'm glad you didn't inform the police to come around me... But don't worry, I can't do it for a month."

He said, waving to Fu Yuchen.

After Fu Yuchen left, uncle Ming returned to the tomb. His voice was hoarse and vague because of coughing. However, he seemed relieved: "madam, although he didn't say anything, his hand was shaking when he took over your diary. I can see that he must have been interested in you before..."

At the moment, the sun has completely set. In the desolate cemetery, only the foolish and loyal old man is dying, coughing and remembering the past buried by time.