He Tong's voice came to his ears again, "Although I don't know what Boss Xiao thinks, many men don't pay attention to women's bodies and get women pregnant casually. After the accident, they don't want to be responsible. When the woman is taken away, I’m in the hospital and I’m scared again…”
Having said this, He Tong sniffed again and tears continued to fall.
After a moment of silence, she looked at Xiao Shiqing and raised her voice, "Boss Xiao, I can promise you, but I have another thing that I'm more worried about."
"What?"
"Fu Chengyan is suspicious by nature. He sometimes checks my mobile phone to see if I have gotten too close to other members of the opposite sex. If I get new information, how should I inform you?"
"Don't worry." Xiao Shiqing suppressed the mist in his eyes, and his voice was already cold, "I will arrange for someone to pay attention to you. For 20 million, they will give you a check every time they see you."
After saying this, he took out the check that had been stamped and signed by him from the car, wrote one million on it, and handed it to He Tong.
"Are you sure, you want to betray Fu Chengyan?"
He Tong didn't know why Xiao Shiqing asked this again.
When she hesitated, he took the check back.
After that, there was no sound in the workshop. He Tong looked timidly at Xiao Shiqing's side face, the thoughts in his heart were like a tangle of threads, difficult to sort out.
…
A little more.
Fu Chengyan brought a group of bodyguards to Xiushannan, but Xiao Shiqing was nowhere to be seen.
The video was played again, and steaming ramen appeared on the screen.
Fu Chengyan was just stunned for a moment when Xiao Shiqing's words came out: "Don't be anxious, have a meal."
"..."
Xiao Shiqing's operation left Fu Chengyan speechless.
The workshop was dull. Fu Chengyan got out of the car and stood outside to get some air.
Although it is close to the cemetery, the scenery is excellent at first glance.
Looking at the time again, it will take at least an hour before Xiao Shiqing comes here after eating.
Fu Chengyan's eyes flashed, and then he called two bodyguards, "Follow me to the cemetery."
At this moment.
Silently, the cemetery where the dead sleep, is covered with white snow.
Recently, it is not a day to pay homage to old friends. At first glance, in many places there are no other marks except the footprints of birds.
but.
In the "Chang Nian" cemetery behind the Jiang family cemetery, starting from the main entrance, a line of large footprints appeared in a mess, and disappeared until the very back of the cemetery, in front of the tombstone leaning on a small cypress tree.
"Chang Nian" Cemetery is also a private cemetery.
It was built here fifty years ago by a female philanthropist from Beijing City.
The original intention of building this cemetery was to bury several children who died in accidents.
Later, another young son of a wealthy family died of illness.
Before he died, the young man said optimistically that he did not want to be next to the unknown ancestors in his family, and hoped that his family would bury him in the "Chang Nian" cemetery so that when he went to another world, he would have peers to play with.
This kind of thing became the beginning. Later, young people passed away and were buried in Chang Nian Cemetery.
Over time, this cemetery has become the most special cemetery here.
Those buried were all young people.
Even the tombstones here are different from other tombstones. Many of the tombstones have bright and bright colors.
In front of me, the tombstone leaning against the small cypress tree is made of milky white marble. Flowers and grass are carved at the bottom of the tombstone, which is painted in light pink, light green, and light yellow, filled with the colors of spring.
The inscription on the tombstone is also a lively and lovely artistic font - the tomb of my beloved daughter Jiang Mei.
Next to the font, there is a small heart-shaped photo frame.
There was a photo of Jiang Mei laughing.
She smiled so happily, her eyes formed crescents, and the corners of her lips were raised high, revealing a row of neat and beautiful teeth.
The male beggar who used to be on the street, rummaging through trash cans to find other people's leftover water to drink, is now sitting in front of the tombstone, reaching out his hand and touching the words on the tombstone.
The man's hands were as messy as others, the palms of his hands were covered with calluses, the backs of his hands were endlessly rough, and there were many purple-black bloody scars.
But his fingers are thin, long and have distinct joints, which are really beautiful.
Although his face was covered with dirt, his eyes were bright and deep against the surrounding white snow.
His eyes flashed violently, spinning around on Jiang Mei's photo.
The chapped and white lips kept moving, and the Adam's apple rolled again and again.
A sudden gust of wind blew up the snow on the ground and threw it at the man's face. The man subconsciously narrowed his eyes.
Wait until the wind stops.
Tears fell silently in the man's eyes.
The low and hoarse voice was also choked: "Mei'er..."
When he spoke, his finger moved to Jiang Mei's photo, "Little fool, I'm here to see you..."
The more he spoke, the more tears the man shed.
The voice became more and more sobs.
"You're over there, okay?"
"Are the neighbors having fun with you?"
At this point, his throat was choked, and his head slowly dropped to rest on the tombstone. At the same time, he opened his arms to wrap the tombstone in his arms.
"Little fool..."
Talking to himself, accompanied by the sound of crying that gradually became stronger.
The cemetery is halfway up Xiushan Mountain. It is colder and windier than the city.
Another gust of wind blew. The man paused, let go of the cold tombstone, looked at Jiang Mei's photo, and said, "It's very cold here, isn't it?"
As he spoke, he took off his shabby clothes and covered them on the tombstone.
Underneath, he was wearing a gray sweatshirt, and the sweatshirt was also badly damaged. There were black and red stains in many damaged areas, which were dried blood.
The wind blew away the fine snow around the tombstone, and the man discovered that there was a brick missing behind the tombstone.
Then, there was the sound of crunching snow on the ground.
He got up and went to the back.
As I walked, I searched around, apparently trying to find another brick.
The shabby clothes on the man's body were originally spring and autumn clothes. Now that the coat is gone, the thin sweater cannot keep out the cold.
Looking at his face, although the specific color cannot be seen, the white lips make people feel like he is sick.
He struggled to walk three meters in the snow with his legs that were unable to move, when suddenly his body swayed and he fell into the snow, unconscious.
The wind blew the evergreen pines and cypresses planted around it swaying constantly, making a desolate sound.
Layer after layer of snow rolled up and fell on the man, as if to cover him here.
Soon.
Holding a bouquet of roses in hand, Fu Chengyan came to Chang Nian Cemetery with two bodyguards, and immediately discovered the messy footprints.
He didn't think much about it.
On weekdays, more people come to Chang Nian Cemetery than other cemeteries.
Most people who pass away at a young age will be cared about by more people, including relatives, friends, partners, and parents.
But when he arrived in front of Jiang Mei's tombstone, he looked surprised when he saw the tattered clothes covering the tombstone.
