Their Intriguing Marriage

One day later, when Lan Qing appeared in the villa, Li Qingning was painting on the sofa. Sisi was playing with her Barbie doll on the sofa beside her, and Xiao Ke was lying on the sofa.

Everything seems to be a quiet good look, if there is no news.

The housekeeper came to him and bowed respectfully. Just as he was about to say hello, he saw Lan Qing waving his hand to him, indicating that he would go ahead.

He walked gently to Li Qingning's back. She kept drawing with a pencil in her hand. She was so serious that she didn't notice the changes behind her.

The painting is a tall man, with a bright smile on his face, holding a little girl over his head. The little girl smiles so much that her eyes are bent. The whole picture is full of happiness and missing. The two people on it look like an ordinary father and daughter. He knew that Uncle Chen's position in her heart was like a father.

"I'm sorry I'm late." He put his hand over her shoulder and squeezed it a little.

Li Qingning's body was stiff at first. After he turned his head to see his face, he relaxed completely. He put his picture folder aside and pulled out a little radian at the corner of his mouth. But there was a little sadness and sadness in his smile.

"I'm not very useless. I don't even dare to face Uncle Chen alone without you..." she heaved her chest and sighed. Her eyes always fell on the tall figure she drew. "He paid a lot for our family, but in the end, until he left the world, he was alone, and no one was with him, I... "

At this point, her shoulders trembled slightly again.

His hands were warm and caressed her back, as if there was a power that could instantly heal people's hearts, which calmed her once excited mood.

"Don't be too sad. Uncle Chen has spent most of his life for your family. Maybe it's a relief for him."

Looking at her nodding, his frown stretched a little and said, "you take Sisi to change clothes, and we'll see Uncle Chen off."

Lan Qing is sitting on the sofa thinking about something. When he looks up again, Li Qingning has changed her clothes with her and walked down the stairs.

She was wearing a black velvet dress, a black overcoat, black shoes with middle heels, and sissy's clothes looked very quiet.

He stood up and went to her. He grabbed her hand and found that it was cold. Her white and slender hand was full of visible blood vessels.

"Let's go."

"Dad, where are we going?" Sisi looked at Li Qingning face some haggard look, looking at Lan Qing asked.

He leaned over, picked up sissy and said, "let's go to see an uncle off."

The city suddenly began to fog, the whole city is shrouded in thick white, like soaking in a pot of soup, a vast expanse of white.

The car is quiet, and the weather is broadcast on the radio, saying that there will be a large area of frost fall in the short term, and the temperature will also drop sharply.

Winter is really coming.

This cold season, every time it comes, it is silent, and it seems that there is no end. It continues to ravage people's skin, eyes, and soul.

There was a chaotic whiteness between heaven and earth, like people's breath of ice. At the moment, Li Qingning's heart was even colder than the fog.

Lan Qing side head looked at Li Qingning calm face, stretched out a hand to hold her, her hand is really cooler than just in the villa. But she gently retracted her hand into her coat and quietly turned her head out of the window.

She is always like this. When she is most vulnerable, she always subconsciously wants to shrink into her heavy shell, so that no one can see herself, so that others can't see her softest scar.

The car started slowly and headed for the sanatorium, where there was going to be a funeral for only the three of them.

Li Qingning reached out and rolled up the window to isolate the hustle and bustle outside the car.

She knew that Uncle Chen was still waiting for her. Although he had gone to sleep forever, and although he could no longer see the excited light in her eyes, she knew that he must still be waiting for himself.

But what she doesn't know is that countless secrets, like restless sunspots, are rolling up warm storms, sweeping the small planet around it, and all the unspeakable truth buried in the years, and finally, there will be fate. This big hand will gradually unlock the mystery that covers it.

The sanatorium is far away from the city center. As soon as they get out of the car, they feel the cold air coming. The dry and cold air is flowing very fast. It blows to people's faces like a small steel knife.

Li Qingning can't help wrapping up her tight coat. Lan Qing holds Sisi in one hand and holds her shoulder in the other. Under the cold wind in the suburb, he goes through the deserted grassland in front of the sanatorium because of the low temperature. Maybe it's because the suburb is too desolate. The grass seems to have a thin layer of ice.

She sniffed and followed Lan Qing along the stone road in front of the sanatorium. Her high-heeled shoes made a clattering sound on the slate. The sound reverberated in the air of the countryside, and then disappeared, looking lonely and desolate.

After seeing Lan Qing, the Dean quickly welcomed him and nodded his head and bowed his waist with great enthusiasm.

Because the old man came in, Lan Qing donated three million yuan to the sanatorium, so no matter how enthusiastic he was, it was reasonable. Even if he knelt beside Uncle Chen's body and cried for three days and three nights, it was not without reason.

Lan Qing just nodded politely to the dean. He was always so arrogant to outsiders. He looked like God. Even he said, "where's Mr. Chen?"

"President LAN can rest assured that Mr. Chen's body has been properly placed in the morgue. We have arranged a funeral ceremony for his elderly. After you and your wife have expressed their condolence, we can let the elderly live in peace." The president's face was covered with a respectful smile and said gallantly.

Lan Qing nodded gently. When he turned his head to look at Li Qingning, his expression softened immediately and said softly, "let's go to see Uncle Chen off."

Before entering, Li Qingning subconsciously looked up. The sky on the outskirts of the country looks gray, thick, light gray clouds are being swept by the wind, unpredictable, constantly floating from the top of the head.

Everything is gone. What else can we really keep?