The lights in the corridor are a little dim.

Chen Lanshu frowned, and his eyes hidden in the shadow were reflected by the lights. As his eyes flashed, they were like two clusters of jumping ghost fires, and there was a cold light in the strangeness, which made people shudder.

"Is it a young man in a wheelchair?" he asked after a while.

Chen Jiangmian said lightly, suddenly thought of something, his eyes sharply asked, "Did you know this long ago?"

"You're just looking at me?" Chen Lanshu lowered his head unhappily.

He is tall, strong and well-proportioned.

The handsome outline is deep and the lines are clear, so when looking down at people, he feels condescending, giving people a great sense of oppression. However, Chen Jiangmian was not afraid at all, and even gave him a sneer, then broke free from his wrist and turned back to the room.

"Wait a moment!"

Chen Lanshu chased after him, quickly stretched his foot against the crack of the door, "Tell me clearly first."

Looking at the leather shoes that were stuck in the crack in the door, Chen Jiangmian gave up closing the door, turned around and walked in with a cold face.

Seeing this, Chen Lanshu pushed open the door and walked in, brought the door with his backhand, leaned against the door frame, held his hands in his chest, and looked down at Chen Jiangmian, who had suddenly collapsed on his shoulders. He was like a defeated rooster, both depressed and pitiful.

Chen Lan, who was a little unhappy, laughed carelessly.

The pleasant laughter suddenly swept away in the quiet bedroom.

It reached Chen Jiangmian, who had just sat on the sofa, and she turned her head and threw a cold ice knife at him: "Get out! I don't want to see you now!"

Hearing this, Chen Lanshu smiled and looked at her sister calmly for a few seconds. Suddenly, she turned around and opened the door and walked out. When she was about to bring the door, she thought of something and said without looking back: "You calm down first, let me correct it. I don't know about the marriage that grandpa arranged for you in advance."

After saying that, he irritated the buttons of the collar, walked along the corridor to the stairs, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and just lit one, he saw the doors of a guest room on the first floor opened.

The young man who had led him before was driven out with his back to the guest room door.

He squinted his eyes with a cigarette in his mouth, and through the drifting smoke, he saw another figure in a wheelchair appear at the door.

"I have people I like now, and it's not easy to bother you if I'm too close."

A hoarse voice echoed in the empty living room.

It reached Chen Lanshu's ears again. He paused his cigarette and heard the young man wearing glasses say--

“It’s not as convenient as the home, and the floor is slippery.”

Ji Xingye squatted down and said gently and patiently: "You can do not need me to help. I can stay at the door as before."

"I've been like this for more than ten years, so you don't have to treat me as a fragile product." Yan said.

Ji Xingye was not annoyed, but just sighed helplessly: "Okay, then remember to bring your cell phone in. If you have any questions, call me and I'll get you dinner, huh?"

Yan nodded and watched Ji Xingye leave.

When he was turning the wheelchair to return to the room, he accidentally glanced at someone standing on the fence on the second floor. He was stunned for a moment, turned his face and looked at it, and then he realized that it was the man who appeared at the funeral.

The light cast from the chandelier above his head divided his face into light and darkness, reflecting his facial features and three-dimensionality, and his nose bridge was particularly upright. His dark eyes stared at him quietly for a moment, then moved away as if he was not caring, and turned around and left with a cigarette in his arms.

Yan Meifeng raised his head, did he hear it all?

However, thinking that he didn't even name the name, he withdrew his gaze and turned to the wheelchair, and returned to the room with unfamiliar movements.

.

Jiang Qingyan’s grandfather’s funeral was held very grandly, but not many people attended.

In addition, Jiang and Jiang had no relatives. After the guests paid their respects, they directly took them to the crematorium for cremation.

As a family member, I was disgusted with silence throughout the whole process.

When the old man's body was pushed into the crematorium, Mr. Shen suddenly choked up.

Compared to the young man's ignorance of life and death, Mr. Shen, who stepped into the coffin half of his body, felt deeper.

He looked at the closed crematorium, fighting side by side with his once young and passionate comrades, and the last side in the hospital kept flashing in his mind, like a short life movie, and one of the protagonists in the movie was lying in the crematorium at this moment, and would slowly turn into a handful of ashes in the fire.

Thinking of this, tears flowed like a spring.

His emotions infected the group present.

Everyone's eyes turned red, and even Chen Jiangmian, who had a cold face, couldn't help but show a sad look, except for Chen Lanshu and Yan, who looked extremely calm.

Chen Lanshu wants to look at Mr. Gu Shen’s emotional fluctuations.

Seeing that the old man was so sad that he cried, he subconsciously looked at the young man sitting in a wheelchair. His eyes were tense, and he seemed to be extremely sad, and he couldn't even cry.

But he felt inexplicably that the young man was not as sad as the death of his relatives, but was distracted?!

Is it an illusion?

When Chen Lanshu took it back, he swept the person behind the young man with his own light. Seeing him looking down as if he was in a daze, his brow frowned slightly. He always felt a hostile gaze peeking at him in the dark along the way. Is this also an illusion?

And Yan is indeed distracted.

To be more precise, he is searching for the plot.

After driving Ji Xingye away last night, he accidentally met the man in the living room. He wanted to find a plot about the man's identity.

But after he returned to his room, he was about to take a shower, and he fumbled for an hour before he could clean himself up. In addition, his body had not slept for several days, and he felt tired after pouring it on the bed with dinner, so he forgot about it.

Now, while Mr. Jiang is cremating, he uses his spiritual sense to find a plot related to men in the long plot.

The man's name is Chen Lanshu, and the eldest grandson of the Shen family.

Unlike other cousins ​​in the family who were thrown into the military camp when they were young, he inherited his mother's sensitivity to business and took over his mother's company as soon as he graduated.

In the plot, Jiang Qingyan later opened a company, and he helped him.

He doesn't pay much attention to it, and every time he appears, he will solve the difficulties for Jiang Qingyan.

He is considered a noble man of Jiang Qingyan, and is abbreviated as a Golden Finger Tool Man.

With such an identity and combined with the system, it is hard not to suspect that the other party deliberately arranged the identity of the son of the world for him.

only……

He lowered his eyes and looked at his legs. Jiang Qingyan's legs were damaged by the car accident.

The medicine was not as developed now, and the money was not cured even though it was not cured. Later, the medical industry made progress but the money was gone. Now so many years have passed, the possibility of recovery is very small, and for Jiang Qingyan, he can only hope for miracles.

But for Analges, recovery is only a matter of time.

but--

He glanced at the tall figure beside him from the corner of his eyes, and silently wrote a note to the dog in his heart.

Chen Lanshu, who was comforting Mr. Shen, suddenly sneezes loudly.

The excessively solemn atmosphere was instantly broken, and hesitated to him. Mother Ji, not far away, raised her sleeves and wiped her tears. She hesitated for a moment, and said, "It has rained in Rongcheng these days, and the temperature difference between day and night is very large. Although young people are in good health, they should still pay attention to keeping warm."

Yan also looked up and looked over.

He saw him nodding slightly at Mother Ji, and then he took out a white handkerchief embroidered with a red lotus from his pocket, wiped his nose, and said calmly: "It should be that Grandpa Jiang was so sad that he couldn't bear it. I'll lend me a reminder to everyone not be too sad, especially Grandpa, you..."

While he was speaking, he took out another black handkerchief and led the conversation to Mr. Shen, whose face was full of gray due to his huge emotional ups and downs, raised his hand to wipe the tears for the old man, and said, "The doctor has repeatedly told him not to have too much ups and downs. If you cry, how can you send Grandpa Jiang for the last journey if you faint later?"

These words not only eliminated the embarrassment of sneezing, but also invisibly comforted everyone in the name of Jiang Qingyan's grandfather, and also persuaded Mr. Shen.

I have only learned some superficiality in my life. I have to admit that the other party said it so beautifully.

He couldn't help but abandon his prejudice, began to reexamine Lan Shu in his heart, and swept the reactions of those present.

There are not many people, just Ji's mother, Ji Xingye and Jiang's grandson.

Shen Jiangmian had red eyes and didn't even lift his eyelids. Ji Xingye stood behind him. He couldn't see it, so only Ms. Ji took over the conversation.

"Old sir, your grandson is right. Jiang Bo is a very kind person. He must not want to see you so sad for him."

After hearing this, Mr. Shen sighed.

He took the handkerchief from his grandson's hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Yes, I have to send Lao Jiang for the last journey myself."

As he said that, he reached out and patted Yan on his shoulder a few times.

Half an hour later, the staff notified the family to get the urn.

As a family member, Ji Xingye pushed him to collect the urn containing the old man's ashes. When he took the urn, he found that the urn was actually hot. At this moment, his heart, which was originally unrest, suddenly became heavier.

It was like a big rock pressing on his chest, heavy, making him feel a little breathless. At the same time, a line of clear tears also burst out from his eyes.

I didn't notice that I was crying, but I just felt uncomfortable in my chest.

Ji Xingye turned the direction of the wheelchair and pushed him towards the crowd waiting not far away. Mr. Shen suddenly walked over, half squatted at his feet, raised his old hand to brush away the coolness on his cheeks, and choked with red eyes and sobbing, and cheered up and comforted: "Good boy, don't cry, I will be your dear grandpa in the future."

cry?

He raised his finger in disgust and touched it on the corner of his eyes.

Tears were marking on his fingertips, glowing under the light. He was shocked and asked the system: [What's going on?]

【It is the emotion that Jiang Qingyan has in his body.】

System explanation: [After all, this is his grandfather who lives with him. You don’t have to worry that these remaining feelings will slowly dissipate.]

【So that's what it is…】

I felt relieved when I was still scared of Tianqian's susceptibility period in my previous life, and Ji Xingye pushed him into the car and went straight to the cemetery.
To be continued...