Time and you are my fault

Beijing.

Linjiang mansion.

Four years ago, Cheng Xiangyi finally drew a line with Zong He. After nearly 30 years of marriage, they moved out of the manor and lived across from Mrs. Mo.

Middle-aged women, one divorced and one widowed, get together to live together, but they can be regarded as companions.

Cheng Xiangyi wore a long black dress today and knocked on the door opposite.

Mrs. Mo was still dressed in a cheongsam, black with peonies inlaid with gold threads, and her long hair was tied behind her head with a bamboo hairpin.

"Ready?" she asked lightly.

"Yeah." Cheng Xiangyi carried a bamboo basket, turned around and walked towards the elevator.

The two drove to the cemetery.

Four years ago, Chu Yi fell into the sea and disappeared. Later, Zong Yanxiu committed suicide and a series of accidents almost destroyed the Zong family.

Three years ago, Qiao Mingshan finally gritted his teeth and decided to build a tomb for Chu Yi. He didn't want to admit that his niece had passed away, but he had to face this fact.

He didn't want Chu Yi to wander outside, so he built a tomb and erected a monument.

Today is Chu Yi's birthday, and Cheng Xiangyi would come here every year, bringing her favorite food and bouquets.

The cemetery was silent, with a cool breeze blowing across his face.

Cheng Xiangyi's eyes were red, and he gently wiped the photo on the tombstone with a handkerchief.

There are thousands of words I want to say, but when I open my mouth, I can't utter a single word.

Obviously four years have passed, I thought the pain would ease with the passage of time, but when I recalled it, those painful scenes seemed to happen yesterday.

She turned on her phone and clicked on the photo album.

On the screen, the handsome and cold face of the little boy appeared on it.

"Yiyi, this is Jiashu." Her voice choked up, "I'm four years old."

"Mom... will go to Jiangcheng tomorrow, don't worry, Mom will take good care of Jiashu."

Four years ago, Zong Yanxiu left the capital alone.

Half a year later, Lian Shanshan was critically ill. She was unable to take care of the child, and she could not continue to wait for Chu Yi to come back. After handing over the child, she disappeared without a trace.

Both the Qiao family and the Zong family wanted the custody of the two children, and finally decided that the family would raise one.

But after getting the custody of Chu Wanxing, Mrs. Qiao said that if Zong Jiashu was not handed over to the Qiao family, the Zong family would never see a hair of Chu Wanxing in this life.

At that time, Cheng Xiangyi was in a state of ruin, and his mood was not as calm as that of old lady Qiao, so he said the same thing.

The two fell into a cold war.

After Zong Yanxiu gained a firm foothold in Jiangcheng, he took Zong Jiashu over.

Only during the holidays will I bring my children back.

Cheng Xiangyi was afraid that he would not be able to take good care of the child, so he repeatedly mentioned going to Jiangcheng together, but Zong Yanxiu refused.

This time, she didn't intend to ignore her son's opinion and just killed him.

"Yiyi, next time Mom comes back, bring Jiashu to see you."

The two left with their front feet, and a black car stopped at the door behind them.

The car door opened, and the man, with a bouquet of white tulips in his arms, strode into the cemetery in a formal black suit.

Wang Hong waited at the door, but did not go in.

He looked at the man's lonely and lonely back, and sighed silently.

Everyone thought that Zong Yanxiu had never visited Chu Yi in the past four years. Everyone thought that he was still living in his obsession and was still waiting for her.

But only Wang Hong knew that Zong Yanxiu had been here countless times behind everyone's back.

In the first two years since his suicide attempt, he suffered from insomnia all night, and sometimes secretly bought a late flight ticket back home, sat in the cemetery overnight, and rushed back to Jiangcheng the next morning.

Wang Hong accidentally saw the private ticket purchase records in his mobile phone, which amounted to dozens of pages.

The frequency is not so high now, but it is also guaranteed to come back twice a month.

Secretly.

In front of the tombstone, he bent down to put down the bouquet.

Touching the smiling face of the woman in the photo with her fingers, her fingertips were cold, but her heart was extremely warm.

"Long time no see." He said hoarsely.

With heavy eyes, he looked into the woman's eyes, "Four years ago, when you went to visit Sheng Jinghuai in the hospital, I gave you 10 minutes, but you came out 4 minutes later, 4 minutes late."

The wind blows gently, stirring the bouquet.

"At that time you asked me, can't you wait for 4 minutes, I said wait."

"Don't say 4 minutes, four months, four years, 40 years, I will wait."

The man's body is still tall and straight, and his handsome face is more profound and stern than it was four years ago.

The powerful aura accumulated over the years has tempered him to the point where people can't look away.

He continued, "I've been waiting for four minutes, four months, four years."

"Yiyi, do you really want me to wait for 40 years?"

The wind suddenly became stronger, and there was a gentle sound from the bouquet.

It seemed to be answering his question, but no one knew whether it was an affirmative answer or a negative answer.

He stood quietly in front of the tombstone, silent for a long time.

When he was about to leave, he turned around and met a pair of familiar eyes.

Opposite him was a man in black.

Time has left a real imprint on Sheng Jinghuai's face, the trace of greenness in the past has faded away, and even the eyebrows and eyes reveal the breath of a mature man.

The two were relatively speechless.

Zong Yanxiu walked past with long legs.

Sheng Jinghuai turned around slowly, "Are you still waiting?"

Take a step.

Also just one meal.

He didn't answer, and his back gradually disappeared around the corner.

But for Sheng Jinghuai, if there is no answer, it is already an answer.
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Shiyi planned to stay in Jiangcheng for a long time after the company was registered, but he couldn't let his daughter run around with her every day, so he decided to choose a kindergarten and hand over the little devil's head to the teacher.

Pan Da sorted out the top five kindergartens in Jiangcheng, "Miss Shi, take a look."

Shi Yi fixed his delicate eyebrows and looked through them one by one, his eyes widened!

"What kind of kindergarten, the cheapest 5 yuan a month?"

Pang Da rubbed the sweat on his forehead, and persuaded him earnestly, "Miss Shi, it's not that you don't have money, sir gives you a lot of money every month, young miss can't save on education."
Shi Yi raised his hand to interrupt him, and then clicked on the first kindergarten like a strong man cut his wrist, "If you are poor, you can't have poor education, and if you are miserable, you can't suffer children! One hundred thousand is... one hundred thousand!"

When she finished saying this, she jumped up in distress, covered her face and burrowed into Star's room.

Pang Da sighed helplessly. For so many years, her husband had been paying her living expenses, but she didn't move a single thing, and just took the child to survive by herself.

But Miss Shi's words just now really moved Panda.

Miss Shi's stinginess and greed for money are obvious to all. To be able to let her blood out for the education of the young lady, really...

Suddenly, screams and cries came from Star's room.

"Eleven! That's my bank card! It's my private money! Give it back!"

"What's yours? It's obviously my account. Besides, kindergartens are so expensive, and the wool comes from sheep!"

Pan Da sighed, and he retracted his previous thoughts.

Miss Shi hasn't changed, it's still the same taste, it's still the same recipe, she's so stingy to steal her daughter's private money!
Ignoring the chaos in the room, he sent a message to his husband.

[Miss Shi chose a kindergarten for Miss Xiao, and the mother and daughter plan to stay in Jiangcheng temporarily. 】