Chapter 186: He's crazy, don't pay attention to him

Su Ruoyun was completely unaware of what Huo Jingcheng was thinking, especially when the newlyweds told their six-year love marathon on stage, she cried even harder.

Her eye sockets were filled with moist mist, her eyelashes trembling lightly, flashing tears.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng moved his stool, leaned closer, and wiped away her tears with his calloused fingertips. He wiped once, couldn't wipe it dry, so he wiped a few more times.

By the time Su Ruoyun reacted, Huo Jingcheng had already wiped away the makeup around her eyes.

"..."

The ceremony ended at 6:30 PM.

Su Ruoyun and Huo Jingcheng left the banquet early after toasting the newlyweds.

Min Qinwen and Meng Lizhou invited them for a small gathering. Driving back to the city center, they passed a sea area.

A lighthouse stood in the middle, cruise ships sailed slowly across the sea, leaving long, white-foamed water marks, and beside it, an old man was leisurely carrying the fish he had just caught.

The sky turned gray, and a light drizzle began to fall in the air, with a trend of getting heavier.

Su Ruoyun turned her head to look at the scenery outside the car window, and the sea not far away flashed past her eyes.

The Mercedes stopped in the underground parking lot of the private club.

The two took the elevator upstairs and arrived at the fourth floor.

"Hey hey hey, so affectionate, we don't have a place for you to show off here," Min Qinwen was holding a bottle of Louis XIII and opening the lid. Seeing Huo Jingcheng and Su Ruoyun walking in with fingers intertwined, he couldn't help but tease.

As soon as these words came out, it caused a burst of laughter.

The environment in the private room was quiet, the dim yellow light was soft and layered, specifically for this group of aristocratic children to spend money.

Huo Jingcheng hooked his brows, deliberately slowing down his movements as if to show everyone, gripping Su Ruoyun's hand, raising it slowly, and showing it to the people around.

The bar owner was also among them. Seeing a girl, he ordered the waiter waiting at the door to send a glass of freshly squeezed juice.

Su Ruoyun elegantly raised her hand to pick up the freshly squeezed juice on the glass coffee table, the edge of the cup lightly pressed against her lips, and she took a sip. The clear and sweet taste permeated her mouth.

Over there, Min Qinwen sat beside Huo Jingcheng, raised his hand and put it on his shoulder, quite complacent: "You still have to thank me, brother. If it weren't for me, where would you... mm—"

Huo Jingcheng reached out cleanly and stuffed a bottle of wine into his mouth, blocking the words Min Qinwen was about to say.

Hearing this, Su Ruoyun's eyes hooked, not understanding, and asked curiously: "What are you thanking for?"

"He's crazy, don't pay attention to him," Huo Jingcheng said, his tone carrying a bit of disgust, and he brushed the hem of his shirt near Min Qinwen's side.

As the words fell, those cold, dark eyes glanced at Min Qinwen warningly, signaling him not to talk nonsense.

Min Qinwen pursed his lips, but not daring to say anything, he aggrievedly tilted his head back and downed his drink by himself.

And this scene was seen by Meng Lizhou, who was sitting on a single sofa to the side. He didn't drink, holding a hand warmer in his hand, small and exquisite, his expression faint.

He leaned against the leather chair back with little interest, a cashmere blanket hanging on the armrest beside him, feeling a sense of weariness.

The gathering didn't end until 9:30 PM.

Huo Jingcheng had drunk alcohol and couldn't drive, so he called a designated driver from the bar.

Tonight, Min Qinwen and others intentionally or unintentionally poured him wine, and Huo Jingcheng drank a few more cups, his handsome face flushed with spots.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun recalled the time at Li Li's birthday party at the Lanxi Club in Jingcheng.

His fair, handsome face had an unusual flush, and the whole person was like a tender apple, taking a bite, sweet, crisp, and juicy.

The rain when leaving was heavier than when they arrived. The waiter at the bar entrance thoughtfully offered an umbrella.

Huo Jingcheng held the umbrella with his left hand and rested his right hand on Su Ruoyun's shoulder, carefully protecting her.

There was water on the steps. She was wearing a pair of kitten heels, holding the hem of her shirt dress with one hand, and hugging Huo Jingcheng's arm with the other, turning her body slightly, walking down the steps step by step.

Just then, a strong wind blew, blowing the umbrella surface over, and the rain instantly wet both their hair and clothes, somewhat disheveled.

Su Ruoyun subconsciously turned her head and hid in Huo Jingcheng's embrace to avoid the rain, her hands naturally wrapping around the man's lean waist.

Huo Jingcheng held her in his arms, his distinct five fingers hooking the umbrella surface, turning it back.

He looked down leisurely, watching the little woman in his arms hiding faster than anyone else, and curled his thin lips carelessly.

The next moment, his warm palm stroked the back of Su Ruoyun's head, then clasped it tightly, and he lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

The wind wrapped in rain blew into the umbrella. At this moment, the world was quiet, and the prosperity and noise unique to the economic capital dissipated, and only the heartbeat resonating at the same frequency could be heard.

Summer passed and autumn came. In the blink of an eye, it was the beginning of autumn, and there was a hint of coolness in the wind.

On August 7th.

Huo Jingcheng prepared things for the sacrifice.

He was dressed in black, his nose bridge was handsome, his eyes carried no emotion, his expression was solemn, and the black windbreaker set off his broad shoulders.

Sacrificial sweeping is generally in the morning. The two set off at eight o'clock and arrived at the cemetery at 9:15.

The public cemetery was in Shijingshan.

Su Ruoyun held a bouquet of fresh flowers she had just bought, a bouquet of white roses. According to Huo Jingcheng, it was the flower 'he' loved most during his lifetime. Huo Jingcheng carried the things for the sacrifice.

Entering and exiting required an ID card appointment. The service desk staff saw Huo Jingcheng and told him that someone had already come this morning.

Hearing this, Su Ruoyun raised an eyebrow, looked down at the watch on her wrist, the time was 9:20, which was considered early.

The cemetery was quiet. Today was not a special festival, and not many people visited, only a few people who came to pay homage "by reputation."

Along the path, the two walked up slowly, crossed several rows of tombstones, and finally stood still in front of a marble tombstone.

Sure enough, a bouquet of fresh flowers had already been placed beside the tombstone, also white roses.

Su Ruoyun cast her gaze on the tombstone, which was engraved with two dates, birth and death, and above it was a black and white portrait. Because of the long years, plus the sun and rain, only the general outline could be vaguely seen, the facial features had disappeared, and it looked very young.

She stepped forward and placed the bouquet beside the tombstone.

Huo Jingcheng half-squatted in front of the tombstone, fished a lighter out of his windbreaker pocket, then used the lighter to light the yellow paper money and gold and silver ingots he brought, and placed the offerings and wine in front of the tomb.

Staring at the young man in the photo, Huo Jingcheng was silent for a long time, until the paper money and ingots were burned to ash, and finally blown up by a gust of wind, drifting to the sky, then circling low, gradually sinking to the ground.

The heavy atmosphere lingered.

To make Huo Jingcheng feel better, Su Ruoyun specifically took him to Jingshan Park to watch the sunset.

Climbing the mountain and the good scenery were enough to forget the annoyance and sorrow.

On the day of the beginning of autumn, the sun sank leisurely toward the horizon, a hazy mist lingered between heaven and earth, the afterglow of the sunset passed through clouds of various shapes, and the glow was ten thousand feet.

The laurel palace is steep against the jade building, and the pepper room is slender and connected to the golden house.

?? The laurel palace is steep against the jade building, and the pepper room is slender and connected to the golden house. —— "Di Jing Pian" Luo Binwang ===== CHAPTER 187 =====