"You still have the face to tell me about Zhiqiu." Zhao Zhiping sneered, "don't worry, she knows that you hurt his father, and she's still lying in the hospital now. Even if she knows that I'm going to start with you, she will never have any opinions."
"Ye Wenlan, you are not a child any more. If you do something like this, you should know what kind of consequences you have to bear. I wish you a good time in prison and enjoy your next days." Zhao Zhiping said these words and left.
"Zhao Zhiping, stop! You can't do this to me! Come back to me! I won't let you go! " Ye Wenlan is really afraid. She desperately wants to stop Zhao Zhiping, but in exchange, the iron gate is heavily closed. She slumps in her seat and feels that she is really finished.
Gu Ciyuan helped Gu Qishan hold a funeral. Few people went there. Ye Wenlan and Gu Yanfei were locked up, so Gu Ciyuan's only relative was Gu Jiyuan. When he saw his urn buried in the ground, Gu Jiyuan was shaking uncontrollably. Zhao Zhenzhen on one side grabbed his hand and said to Gu Jiyuan, "it's OK. I'm here."
Gu Ciyuan finally recovered to normal and squeezed out a pale smile. Mingming was really sad, but somehow he couldn't cry.
After all the rituals were finished, looking at the new tombstone, Gu Ciyuan squatted down. Zhao Zhenzhen wanted to stay with him, but he sent him away. "Zhenzhen, you go back first. I want to stay here alone for a while."
"But..." Zhao Zhenzhen is really worried.
"Don't worry, I'll be OK." Gu Ciyuan said, "before he died, I only wanted to stay with him quietly and talk to him."
"Well, I'll wait for you outside." Zhao Zhenzhen left the space for Gu Jiyuan, and only Gu Jiyuan was left in the cemetery. Sitting in front of Gu Qishan's tomb, he took out a bottle of wine from his arms, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured it in front of Gu Qishan's tomb. "I remember that you like to drink this brand of wine, so I brought you a bottle. If you like, you can dream to tell me that I will bring it back to you next time you come."
Gu Ciyuan sat alone in front of the tomb and kept talking. He felt that he had a lot of things to tell Gu Qishan, but he didn't know how to say it.
"I really hated you when I was a child. If I hated me so much, why did I have to give birth to me? I hate you. Every day, before you go out, I hate you not to come back at night." This is the first time Gu Ciyuan mentioned this matter, "do you know, every time people ask my father, I always tell them that you are dead. Maybe in my heart, I really want you to die."
"I'm looking forward to it. When I grow up, I won't mention you any more. Every time people ask me, I'm silent. I'm very tangled. I hope you'll live well. I hope you're not here. But you're gone now. Why am I so sad?"
Feeling as if it was raining, Gu Ciyuan raised the back of his hand to wipe his face, but found that tears did not know when to fall down.
Actually, I really care about Gu Qishan.
"When you call me, I really want not to answer." Gu said with a bitter smile, "fortunately, I took it, otherwise I would be very sorry."
If not, he would not know what ye Wenlan had done.
If he doesn't answer, he won't hear Gu Qishan's words.
If he doesn't answer, he won't know It turns out that Gu Qishan cares so much about him.
"You don't know how miserable I was at that time. I tried my best to rush to your house, but in the end it was a little late." Gu Ciyuan often thinks of this matter is very painful, he clearly has the opportunity to save him.
He looked at the tombstone beside him, which said "the tomb of my father Gu Qishan", and the person who erected it was "the filial son Gu Ciyuan".
He looked at Gu Qishan's smiling face on the tombstone and asked, "Dad, do you blame me?"
There must be some regrets. He has a lot of things to tell Gu Qishan.
Knowing that Gu Qishan was no longer able to speak, Gu Ciyuan could not help saying so.
Before she could speak, a voice suddenly came from one side. She said, "don't worry, uncle Gu will not blame you."
Gu Ciyuan turned his face and saw Zhao Zhiqiu standing in front of him, holding a bunch of chrysanthemums in his hand, through the cypress trees.
"Why did you come?" Gu Ciyuan looks at Ye Zhiqiu in front of him and asks with some doubts.
Zhao Zhiqiu put down the chrysanthemum in front of the tomb of Guqi mountain and said to Gu Ciyuan in front of him, "I'm sorry, I just left the hospital today. I know it's uncle Gu's funeral, so I came here. Sorry, I'm late."
"It doesn't matter." Gu Ciyuan faint smile, facing in front of Zhao Zhiqiu said, "you can come already very intentional."
"It should be." Looking at Gu Qishan on the tombstone, Zhao Zhiqiu couldn't help but feel that the world is changing. "Brother Gu, uncle Gu I'm sorry. I didn't expect that to happen
Gu Ciyuan looked at Zhao Zhiqiu in front of him and said, "it's nothing to do with you.""No matter what, ye Wenlan is my mother. She killed Uncle Gu. It's a fact. If you have any resentment in your heart, just send it to me." She doesn't know what else she can do to help Gu Ciyuan express her inner depression.
Gu Ciyuan took a look at Zhao Zhiqiu beside him and said, "you are the victim just like me. There is no need to take all the responsibility to yourself. I am really satisfied if you can come."
In Gu Ciyuan's impression, Gu Qishan was not good to Zhao Zhiqiu, so he was very happy to see Zhao Zhiqiu come.
The dead are the biggest. No matter what happened before, Gu Qishan has passed away, and all the gratitude and resentment have disappeared.
Zhao Zhiqiu stood in front of the tomb for a long time. It was only when the sky turned dark that he came out with Gu Jiyuan. Life, age, death and other things really made people feel powerless. No matter you are poor or rich, you are equal before life and death.
Zhao Zhiqiu didn't want to go home. She drove to Xiangyu and bought dinner on the way. When she arrived, she found that Lu Qichen was not in the office.
Not only that, but Zhang Lu is not here.
Follow current nov𝒆ls on freew(𝒆)bnov𝒆l.(c)om