"How to restrain it?" Li Qizhi raised his eyebrows and said deliberately: "What you see now is what it looks like after restraining it."

"..."

Cheng Siyan was too lazy to continue arguing with him, put one hand in his pocket, walked around the two of them, and said coolly: "I can't help you, but you and Ranran must not go beyond a certain point, otherwise..."

The rain slapped against the tiled floor, causing tiny splashes of water. His tone suddenly changed, and he snorted: "I will definitely not be soft-hearted."

Upon seeing this, Li Qizhi and Cheng Suiran looked at each other and smiled, but both remained silent and said no more.

Only three figures were left on the empty road of the cemetery, slowly moving forward along the entrance of the cemetery.

The night was getting darker, the sky was turning white, the sun was setting, the dark clouds had dispersed, and a breeze blew by, gently lifting the hair beside her ears.

Everything seemed to be returning to peace, but it was also like a sign of an impending storm, making her a little uneasy.

Cheng Suiran's eyes were filled with worry. He reached out and touched his chest, feeling a dull pain in his heart.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Li Qizhi noticed something was wrong with her and asked with concern.

She closed her eyes and frowned. After a long time, she relaxed and took a deep breath: "It's okay, I just feel a little tight in my chest."

Seeing this, Li Qizhi couldn't help but pursed her lips and sighed softly. He wrapped her cold little hands with his warm palms and said warmly: "It's probably because I feel uncomfortable wearing wet clothes. I'll get a dry towel to wipe it off when I get in the car."

"Um."

Cheng Suiran nodded, turned around, wrapped his arms around his lean waist, and buried his head in his strong arms.

She spoke softly, with a hint of wistfulness in her tone: "Pray for knowledge."

"Huh?" Li Qizhi looked at her sideways: "What's wrong?"

"We should never be separated for the rest of our lives, okay?"

She didn't know why, but she was always panicking, but she couldn't give any specific reason.

He stared at her with deep eyes and solemnly promised: "Of course, we will never be separated in our lives."

She lowered her eyes, with a smile on her lips.

Cheng Siyan looked back and was about to say something when he suddenly saw a familiar figure from the corner of his eye and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

"elder brother?"

Cheng Suiran followed his line of sight and when he saw the man, he was very surprised and said: "Brother-in-law?"

Cheng Yang was facing them, walking toward them step by step. His steps were a little unsteady. If you look carefully, you can see that his knees were shaking with every step he took.

"Why is uncle here here?"

Cheng Siyan gave him a faint look and said quietly: "Why didn't you even say a word to me, your nephew, when you came?"

His tone was laced with sarcasm, which was very obvious.

Cheng Yang stopped one meter away from them, raised his eyes and looked directly at Li Qizhi. Then he looked away and said with a half-smile: "Si Yan doesn't like me, my uncle, but I don't like him anymore."

Why bother asking for trouble."

"Then why are you here to bother me?"

Cheng Siyan sneered, his tone full of ridicule: "Is it fun to always pretend to be innocent?"

He looked like he didn't care at all, as if he didn't take Cheng Yang seriously at all.

"You..." Cheng Yang opened his mouth, widened his eyes, and wanted to scold him, but thought of something and finally closed his mouth.

When Cheng Suiran saw this, he frowned and quickly tugged on Cheng Siyan's sleeves, whispering to comfort him: "Brother, please stop talking. I'm leaving. My uncle feels uncomfortable. Don't make him unhappy anymore."

"Uncomfortable? Ha!" Cheng Siyan sneered and stared at Cheng Yang coldly: "He has long forgotten his dead brother, how can he be sad? I said, uncle, are you used to acting?

, so I don’t even know where the sadness started?”

His words were full of sarcasm, and he did not hide his disgust for this uncle at all, and even omitted the false pretense.

"You...what are you talking about?" Cheng Yang was choked by him and couldn't speak for a long time, and finally he could only say one sentence: "I don't know how my brother and sister-in-law taught you such an uncultured thing.

"

"You know better than anyone whether I'm talking nonsense." Cheng Siyan looked gloomy and looked at him coldly: "You came to the cemetery in such a hurry, do you want to visit my father's grave, or do you want to fight something else?

Huahua intestines?”

"That's enough!" Cheng Yang roared: "Cheng Siyan, that's enough!"

Cheng Siyan stared at him indifferently, and opened his thin lips: "Am I wrong? My dad is an anti-narcotics policeman, but his brother is an addict. What's wrong with what I said?"

Cheng Yang was shaking violently all over and stared at him angrily, his eyes red.

He clenched his hands tightly, and the veins were bulging, as if they would burst in the next second.

"Brother, let's go." Cheng Suiran grabbed Cheng Siyan's arm and signaled him to stop.

Cheng Siyan glanced at Cheng Yang, reluctantly shook off her hand that was holding him, looked at Cheng Yang, and continued coldly: "The French Open is sparse and not leaking out. You'd better remember this sentence forever!"

Cheng Suiran staggered when he pushed him and almost fell down. Fortunately, Li Qizhi helped him in time to avoid falling to the ground.

"Are you okay?" Li Qizhi lowered his eyes and asked her in a low voice.

"fine."

Cheng Suiran shook his head and stood up straight in his arms. He raised his eyes and looked at the two people who were not giving in to each other. His eyebrows were furrowed. Cheng Siyan was about to take action before her eyes. She and Li Qizhi quickly stepped forward to stop them.

"Siyan!"

Li Qizhi stepped forward and pressed Cheng Siyan's raised fist. He looked at Cheng Yang for a few times and felt uncomfortable for some reason.

Maybe it's the cold aura emanating from him, or maybe it's his words and deeds.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

Cheng Suiran was about to help Cheng Yang, but Cheng Yang pushed him away. His face was filled with gloom and he looked at her coldly: "Do you want to die?"

His look was so scary and so familiar that Cheng Suiran was startled and looked at him blankly.

This ferocious look and movement fit so well with the scene on the rainy night in her memory. It was the scene she hated the most. Every time she recalled it, it tore at her soul.

"Uncle, do you want to kill me?" Her fingertips trembled.

Cheng Yang looked at her indifferently, suddenly remembered something, and said slowly: "You are an uneducated person like your brother. I don't want to see you now, so get out of here!"

Cheng Suiran didn't listen to his curse at all at this moment. He just cast his eyes on his trembling knees, forced himself to calm down, and asked aloud: "Uncle, your legs..."

"What does my leg have to do with you?!" Cheng Yang's eyes were panicked for a moment, and he said with a pinched neck: "If you don't give me money, then shut up!"

After he finished speaking, he passed the three people and left the cemetery quickly, as if running away. His steps were hasty and messy, revealing his inner fear and confusion.

Cheng Siyan stared at his back for a long time, with a trace of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.

Cheng Suiran stared blankly at the direction Cheng Yang was leaving, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"elder brother……"

The two looked at each other, each speechless.

Aha~ Promoting my new book~

"Huo Qubing always thinks that my heart belongs to someone"

It’s my first time to challenge a historical text. Let’s go take a look, okay?
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