The Perfect Hidden Marriage

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, protected by two bodyguards.

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

The flight arrived on time, and with the crowd pouring out, Peng Boran was at the end, wearing sunglasses and black clothes, looking solemn.

Among the crowd, he was pushing his luggage alone. His foot was a little lame and he was not walking very neatly. Obviously, the injury on his foot was not fully healed yet, and there was no one else around him - Shirley Ann was not with him. There was a backpack on his back, which was bulging and seemed to be filled with things.

Dad...

After Kuang Yin saw his father, who had been missing for half a month, he ran over as fast as he could.

Peng Boran did not pick up his son and kiss him hard like he did before. Instead, he stretched out his hand lightly, patted his son's head a few times, and asked in a low voice:

Do you miss daddy?

think!

Kuang Yin nodded heavily and expressed his thoughts with strong body language:

Dad, are you tired after flying for so long?

I'm 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 mean two people?

Kuang Meiyun asked softly, looking behind him again and again, but no one was following him, and she felt surprised in her heart.

Yeah, two people.

He responded calmly, took off his sunglasses, and looked deeply.

What about the other person? Are you waiting for her?

In my backpack.

This sentence made Kuang Meiyun stunned. She looked straight at the backpack behind her, and her heart was hit hard by something: This person will never do anything illegal, so this backpack can carry everything. It can only be: a person's ashes.

Who passed away?

His solemn look was probably due to this reason!

Let's go, the car I asked to pick up should be waiting outside!

Peng Boran took the lead and walked in front without any explanation.

Kuang Meiyun looked at it blankly, filled with doubts:

This time, when he returned to England, was he going to get married or attend a funeral?

*

Victoria Harbour.

On a motorboat.

Peng Boran placed an urn on an Eight Immortals table. On the table, candles were lit and four kinds of sacrifices were placed.

Several sticks of high incense were lit on his fingers, and there was a faint smell of high incense in the air, and then he distributed the high incense to Kuang Meiyun and Kuang Yin.

Xiaoyin, go over and kowtow to this uncle and offer him some incense.

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

oh.

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

Xiao Kuang, why don't you go burn some incense too!

He looked at Kuang Meiyun with a look of sadness and regret:

It's a pity that 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 wanted to ask: Why should you introduce me to your friends? I didn’t ask in the end. The dead are the most important and should be respected. That is a must.

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

Peng Boran looked at it, and his expression warmed slightly. Finally, he stepped forward and bowed three times. After putting incense, he looked at the bright and clear sky outside, his faint smile spread out little by little, and he whispered softly He started talking:

A Shao, now you can finally make yourself happy...

You have seen my son and my son's mother. If there is a paradise in this world, you should be very happy...

“They’re all pretty good, right!

Don't worry, I know what to do, and I will handle it well in the future.

As for you, just take care of yourself and go on a good journey...

Look, outside is your favorite Victoria Harbor, the place you miss the most. The weather is very good today, can you feel it...

Can you smell the smell of osmanthus?

Facing the urn, this extremely cold-looking man said many emotional words.

Kuang Meiyun listened quietly, feeling that he and the deceased person had a very deep relationship, so deep that it made him extremely sad because of this person's death.

So she was confused again.

Could it be that the things that had troubled her in the past half month were just her own random thoughts?

During these days when he returned to England, was he basically enduring a heart-wrenching life-and-death farewell?

Dad, who is this person?

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

Peng Boran lowered his head to look at him, touched his face, and explained in a low voice:

That was dad's best friend. He passed away.

Oh, then how did he die?

Get ill.

Can't it be cured?

It can't be cured.

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

Kuang Yin reached out and patted the back of Peng Boran's hand like a young adult.

He probably didn't understand the specific meaning of death, but his words were extremely heartwarming.

It's better to be buried as soon as possible!

Kuang Meiyun also answered gently, and then went to have a good rest. He looked very tired.

His last words were: Return to Victoria Harbor...Akai, go and start the motorboat...

Peng Boran reached out and picked up the urn, held it in his arms, and stroked it again and again. There was endless reluctance between his brows and eyes, and he refused to put it down for a long time.

Finally, the motorboat started running at a leisurely pace, and the man standing tall stood face to face. After a long time, he stretched out his hand and scattered handfuls of white ashes into the Victoria Harbor. His face was extremely pious and he whispered softly: Author:

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

The motorboat ran around and around, and after scattering the ashes, Peng Boran stood quietly in the wind, meditating, with a trace of sadness in his eyes. He made people feel heartbroken.

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 was actually an ordinary person with the fragility of ordinary people. Once this vulnerability is hit, he will look helpless like a child.

On the way back, he remained silent while Xiaoyin fell asleep.

Inside the car, the silence was suffocating.

In the evening, the car drove into a villa, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers. From a high-rise building, you can see the busy and prosperous Victoria Harbor in the distance - it is Peng Boran's property in Hong Kong. Purchased many years ago, it is now worth a sky-high price.

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 were no other people who would make her feel embarrassed.

It is already golden autumn, and the evening breeze is getting cooler.

Kuang Meiyun looked far away from the high balcony. The fresh air made people calm down little by little, but the doubts did not dissipate.

The phone rang, she picked it up and saw that it was Peng Boran. He hadn't called her for half a month. Now, she was at his home, but he found her in such a way.

What's up?

where?

Look at the view from the highest building.

Well, wait, I have something to tell you.

He died.

The evening breeze came, and the tension came in like a tide, layer after layer.

What did he want to tell her?

I can’t think of it, but I always feel like something is going to happen.

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

She turned around and looked. She saw a black shirt, black trousers, and black casual leather shoes. The pair of beautiful cufflinks and the row of golden twist buttons gave off a hint of nobility and a sense of mature masculinity. Looking at her, her heart started beating wildly.

At this moment, she wanted to stay away from him.

Without him, it was really because of this person who had so much influence on her now.

In fact, she did do this, 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 carefully...

He suddenly turned around, stared at her deeply, and asked such a question that was long out of date.

It's nothing actually.

Are you sure it's nothing?

Peng Boran stared straight at it.

She was actually a little panicked by his stare.

There was a reason why I was suddenly discharged from hospital that day.

He actually explained it like this.

She was stunned: Oh, really?

My good friend A Shao suddenly became critically ill. At that time, I was afraid that if I went back late, I wouldn't even be able to see him for the last time.

oh……

Fortunately, I didn't leave late, so I still saw him off for the last time. I personally helped him choose a dress, sorted out his remains, and sent him off.

...

“After that, I got a fever and was hospitalized for a few days.

Is your foot okay?

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

It'll be fine if I raise it for a few more days.

I know that the death of a good friend is a sad thing. You must express your condolences.

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

Actually, for him, it was a relief.

Peng Boran spoke in a low voice, gently stroking the railing with his hand, and his gentle sighs drifted away in the wind:

In the past few days, I have thought a lot and I have understood one thing. When fate comes, you should work hard to grasp it. When fate goes, you can't keep it even if you want to. When you are alive, you must live a comfortable life. When you die, Don’t leave with regrets.”

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

Kuang Meiyun leaned there and sighed softly:

When does fate come to pass, and when does fate end? The authorities are obsessed with it, and they can only see clearly from the sidelines... It's easy to say, but too difficult to do.

After gazing at her, he thought for a moment before speaking:

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 inner 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 you fail to express your love, 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 seemed to have a clear meaning:

Speaking of it, I quite envy Jing Huan. When I first fell in love, I fell in love so passionately that I even wanted to be together life and death. Later, I looked away and life continued, and I lived another kind of happiness. In fact, this is the most real thing. Life. Overcome your own demons, regain your confidence, and live your life in a chic way. It is definitely worth learning.

Having said this, Peng Boran's eyes suddenly became intense, and he pushed towards her step by step:

Kuang Meiyun, let's go get the certificate tomorrow! If you are willing...