Chapter 478: Father and daughter have no overnight feud
Chapter 478: There is no overnight feud between father and daughter
Sioux City, Cemetery.
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.
The Qingming Festival has not yet come, and drizzle has already begun to fall in the sky. Sixteen years ago today, An Zhisu's mother died suddenly at the embroidery table. A mouthful of blood sprayed on the gorgeous embroidery pictures. She never woke up again, and she slept forever.
Here it is.
During the five years of being locked up in the hospital, An Zhisu was not able to come out to worship her mother. Every year, Song Jiaren came for her. This year she was finally able to come by herself, bringing her mother's favorite flowers and the love of her life.
A person who cares about her mother quietly expresses her longing for her in front of her grave.
Ye Lancheng's tall body held a black umbrella for her, and he listened to his young wife chattering to his mother-in-law without feeling impatient at all.
"Mom, do you remember Ah Cheng? You always have a good memory, so you must still remember him. He is as good-looking as he was when he was a child. At that time, you must not have thought that he would become your son-in-law when he grew up.
Hee hee, mom, please see how awesome I am. I have found such a handsome son-in-law for you. He is very good to me. My daughter is very happy now, so you don’t have to worry. Grandma is also very good, but I’m afraid she will see you.
I'm too sad that I didn't bring her over to see you. You won't be angry, right?
Also, Mom, I will soon hold an exclusive press conference for Su Huan. I remember that your biggest wish when you were a child was to hold a press conference of your own. Your daughter has fulfilled this wish for you. Are you happy?
"
An Zhisu talked to her mother in detail, as if someone invisible was really answering her.
Ye Lancheng held an umbrella to prevent a drop of rain from falling on his young wife, but his shoulders were already wet, but he didn't even notice.
This was the third time he saw his mother-in-law. Except for the first time he saw a living person, the other two times were just photos on the tombstone.
The last time I saw him was on the day of his mother-in-law's burial. He accompanied his mother to attend the funeral and took a look at her while delivering flowers. Although he was indifferent, he still felt differently about this savior.
Goodbye is today. He came to pay homage for the first time as his son-in-law. He should have said something to reassure his mother-in-law, but he was not good at words and could only accompany his little wife silently, hoping that her mother-in-law would not be offended.
The cemetery is cold, and the cemetery is even colder on rainy days. This area is a private cemetery area, and it is inaccessible. Looking from a distance, there is only this black umbrella in the drizzle.
But after a moment, another black umbrella climbed up the steps, staggering towards the tombstone step by step.
Ye Lancheng was quite keen. He heard footsteps approaching in the drizzle. He glanced slightly and saw a familiar figure.
That figure was hidden under a black umbrella, holding a bouquet of flowers exactly like those in front of the tombstone. Who could it be if it wasn't his father-in-law?
Lao Yiyi held an umbrella with one hand and supported An Boyuan with the other. His boss's health had been deteriorating recently, and it was difficult to climb the stairs with such a slope. He was very worried about this, and even after many attempts to persuade him, he could not get his boss to go to the hospital.
An Bo hiked up more than a dozen steps for five or six minutes, which showed how bad his health was now. Ye Lancheng frowned slightly and touched his wife lightly, signaling to her that someone was coming.
An Zhisu stopped talking and looked down the steps. When he saw An Boy coming from far away, his face suddenly turned cold.
"What are you doing here?" An Zhisu's tone was also very cold.
An Boyuan was not surprised to meet his daughter here. In fact, he had already guessed that his daughter would come to pay homage to his late wife, and came all the way from City S to "encounter" her by chance.
"Let me see your mother." An Boyuan didn't care at all about his daughter's indifference. He walked to the tombstone and put down the flowers in his hand.
The flowers he and his daughter bought were exactly the same, and they were placed side by side. The delicate flowers seemed to brighten the black and white photo, and the woman's smile in the photo also appeared much more vivid.
"I don't think my mother wants to see you." An Zhisu didn't care about her father's misunderstanding of her and sacrificing her for the group. But she couldn't let go of the harm her father had caused to her mother.
An Boyuan was silent. It was an indisputable fact that he was sorry for his deceased wife. Even he himself had not forgiven himself in these years, and he did not dare to ask for forgiveness from his daughter.
"I just want to see her more while I'm still alive. If one day I die, I won't have the shame to see her. Let me see her more while I still have the chance." An Boyuan said
The sound is as desolate as today's drizzle.
An Zhisudai frowned. She felt that these words were harsh and she felt very uncomfortable. Her voice became colder and colder: "Do you have to say these unfavorable words in front of my mother?"
"Zhisu, are you worried about dad?" These cold words made An Boyuan's eyes light up.
"Don't be so sentimental. Why should I worry about you? You're fine. Why should I worry about you?" An Zhisu immediately denied it, just like a child who had obviously told a lie but still resisted stubbornly after being exposed by an adult.
An Boyuan's heart was like a drop of rain falling, causing a flower to bloom, and for a moment the sun shone brightly.
"Miss, Mr. An has a heart disease." Lao Zhou couldn't help but want to ease the relationship between father and daughter, and put An Boyuan in trouble.
"The doctor said it's not serious." An Zhisu blurted out.
Lao Zhou answered the words quickly: "Miss, did you go out of your way to ask the doctor?"
An Zhisu:……
An Zhisu really wants to bite off his own tongue to make you faster.
"I didn't." An Zhisu denied stubbornly, refusing to let An Boyuan know that she had cared about his physical condition.
Lao Zhou did not expose her again and looked at her kindly.
The flower in An Boyuan's heart bloomed more brilliantly. After all, his daughter still cared about him.
An Zhisu felt a little red in the face, and angrily pulled Ye Lan away, saying, "I don't want to see you."
An Boyuan looked at the back of his daughter "escaping" with a smile on his old face.
"Dr. An, you see the eldest lady still cares about you." Lao Zhou said.
An Boyuan's smile deepened.
Lao Zhou took the opportunity to persuade: "There is no overnight feud between father and daughter. The eldest lady is just too shy to show off her face. As time goes by, the relationship will slowly melt away. You have to take care of yourself. When the wife goes back after watching the show, we will
Go to the hospital."
"Well, please make arrangements." An Boyuan finally relaxed.
Lao Zhou was overjoyed and stepped aside to make a phone call.
An Boyuan watched his daughter completely disappear from sight, then turned to talk to his late wife.
"Su Yan, I'm here to see you again. I've been bothering you lately, so you're not bothering me. Don't be bothering me either. I'm afraid I'll leave without knowing what day, and you won't want to see me when I'm underground..."
Cemetery parking lot.
An Zhisu got into the passenger seat, closed the car door with a bang, and said angrily: "Who cares about him? Why should I care about him? He is narcissistic, arrogant, and sentimental!"
Ye Lancheng held back his laughter, fastened the seat belt on his little wife, and rubbed her head: "Okay, be good, let's go see grandma."
An Zhisu glared at him: "Why are you laughing? You are also laughing at me, right?"
"No." Ye Lancheng's desire to survive is still very strong.
"Obviously." An Zhisu was angry, but he calmed down after seeing that his shoulders were wet from the rain: "You're so stupid, your clothes are all wet, take them off quickly."
Ye Lancheng chuckled: "It doesn't matter, the warm air will dry it up after a while."
"No, it's easy to catch a cold like this." An Zhisu leaned over and unbuttoned his coat, then took off his coat in three strokes.
Ye Lancheng allowed her to take off his coat, then started the car and left the cemetery, heading to the nursing home where his grandmother lived.