Dyed

"The coffee is ready, go sit down."

Fu Ran's right hand was still on the doorknob, "I turned around, and it seems that only this room is locked."

Ming Chengyou supported the door panel with his palm, whose room this was, he knew best in his heart.

"The people inside mean a lot to me."

Fu Ran snorted, eyes drooping slightly, and cast his eyes on Ming Chengyou's chest. Seeing her silent, Ming Chengyou laughed secretly. He took the key from the study room and put it in Fu Ran's hand, "Open it, To save you from saying that I have the possibility of hiding in a golden house."

Fu Ran was pinching the metal buckle, and when everyone was curious, the more he hid and covered it, the more uncomfortable it was like being scratched by a cat's paw.

She didn't say any polite words like I believe you. Anyway, she wanted to see it, so why bother to find reasons for herself.

"Then I can open it."

Ming Chengyou's chest was pressed against Fu Ran's back, and her hands rested on Fu Ran's shoulders. With her head down, she inserted the key into the lock cylinder, and then slowly turned it like opening a Pandora's box.

The heavy door panel was pushed open. After all, it was not a horror movie, and there would be no ripping sound as if the strings were tensed and about to be snapped. Fu Ran walked in.

Ming Chengyou glanced across the room. The things You Yingrui left here were cleaned up thoroughly. The curtains and even the bedding covers were changed from bright colors to dark ones. There were almost no extra decorations in the room, a bed and a bookcase and a work desk.

The high-grade floor exuded the original luster and fragrance of wood. When Fu Ran came to the room, she saw a one-meter-long saber on the desk. She didn't need to guess to know that it belonged to Ming Yunfeng.

Taking a closer look, there is a photo next to the saber.

Fu Ran stood in front of the desk, unable to bear it, her voice was hoarse and full of regret, "Chengyou, at first I thought you would not forgive him."

No one else could understand Ming Yunfeng's decision that day.

Ming Chengyou hugged Fu Ran behind himself, "He is my father, and even my mother said that the one he likes is her son in the end. What else can I complain about?"

Fu Ran was startled when she heard this, her face turned pale, she covered the back of Ming Chengyou's hand clasped in front of her abdomen with both hands, Fu Ran leaned back, and leaned on his neck, "Yes, his favorite It is always you, the deceased is gone, let us let him go with peace of mind."

Ming Chengyou leaned against Fu Ran's cheek, staring at the photo on the table with his obsidian eyes.

Fu Ran felt the man's steady breathing rate, and the sharp eyes in Ming Yunfeng's photo made her flustered. She remembered what Ming Yunfeng said to Ming Zheng before he died, and thought of the secret he said. Ran closed her eyes, not knowing what to say.

She knew that Ming Chengyou would not agree. Fu Ran didn't want to say these words in front of Ming Yunfeng's photo.

She let go of her hand and walked towards the bookshelf, which should be books Ming Yunfeng had read before his death, some medals and other items, and there was a hardcover notebook in the corner.

Ming Chengyou followed Fu Ran's gaze, and he took out the notebook and handed it to her, "My mother gave it to me when she sorted out her belongings."

Fu Ran opened it casually, and inside it were the certificates and photos that Ming Chengyou had received from childhood to adulthood, as well as some essays of Ming Yunfeng, which roughly recorded the time when Ming Chengyou received the certificates and other information.

The pen is strong and powerful, and it is enough to see how hard this fatherly love is maintained.

Fu Ran picked up a photo. At that time, Ming Chengyou was at most three or four years old, wearing a small military uniform and riding a horse, and still waving a whip in his hand.

As cute as you want, with round eyes like grapes, Fu Ran stroked her finger, "It's so cute."

Ming Chengyou stroked his eyebrows with his palm and motioned her to turn back. Fu Ran held a photo in both hands as a treasure, "It's so cute, so cute, Chengyou, how did you look like this when you were young?"

Fu Ran pointed at the redness in the center of his eyebrows, "Whoever ordered it for you is just like a little girl."

"Haven't you ever photographed it?" Ming Chengyou sneered, "This is the trend of that era, what a little girl."

Fu Ran has never taken a photo before, and ten yuan a piece is considered a luxury for the You family.

She turned back silently, Ming Chengyou noticed her strangeness, he put his hands through Fu Ran's waist and hugged her, "I will take you to shoot some other day."

"Who wants to take pictures," Fu Ran said with a smile, followed by Ming Chengyou's slightly larger photos, still cute, "When did you evolve into what you are now?"

"I don't know." Ming Chengyou touched his side face, and Fu Ran held the photo of the little general, "Give me this one, it's so cute."

"You..." He took the diary from Fu Ran, "Take it if you like, but don't let others see it."

Fu Ran carefully put the photo in his pocket, and glanced across the room. Obviously, Ming Chengyou should have vacated this room specially for Ming Yunfeng. No matter where he went, even if he felt resentful, he at least knew to give Mingyun the room. Leave a place for Feng, this alone is enough to make people feel gratified.

Fu Ran and Ming Chengyou walked out of the room together. She stood behind the man and watched him lock the door. The distance drew closer. Fu Ran watched the scenery in the room gradually freeze on the bed. The orientation of this room is also the best. of.

Ming Chengyou hid it with a snap.

"Is it unlocked?" Fu Ran reminded.

Ming Chengyou pinched the key in his hand, "It's unlocked, anyway, the servants have to go in to clean it every day, and they were afraid of messing things up before, but the newcomers are quite agile."

Ming Chengyou hugged Fu Ran thoughtfully and passed the corridor. This room was where You Yingrui lived after she came back, and it was locked every time. After she moved out, he locked it up habitually.

When he arrived at the stairs, the coffee was full of aroma and an unusual smell wafted out of his nostrils. Ming Chengyou handed the coffee cup prepared on the coffee table to Fu Ran.

She turned on the TV, thinking about how to tell Ming Chengyou about Zhao Lan.

"Chengyou?"

Ming Chengyou picked up the remote control to tune the channel, Fu Ran's attention was not on the TV, so instead of fighting with him as usual, Ming Chengyou sipped his coffee, raised his eyebrows lightly, "What's the matter?"

"You don't blame your dad anymore, do you?"

Fu Ran carefully studied his expression.

Ming Chengyou squinted at her, the smell of coffee rolled in his throat, he squeezed his lower lip tightly, and a small movement brought out the sex appeal to the fullest, "I don't blame him, maybe it's as my mother said, the will is The boss is making trouble."

"No," Fu Ran blurted out, "The will is what Dad meant, and it has nothing to do with Mingzheng."

In her desperation, she continued to use the previous title for Ming Yunfeng.

Ming Chengyou's lips were almost pursed into a straight line, and he stared at Fu Ran, "Then tell me, why did my dad make such an arrangement."