Dyed

When she deliberately set off, she didn't take a shortcut, and when she reached the intersection of the national highway, she saw Mingzheng's car parked there from a distance.

Fu Ran stepped on the accelerator and went over. When Ming Zheng saw her car, he automatically followed her.

After driving for less than two hours, Fu Ran brought Zhao Lan to the foot of Qingshan Mountain.

Zhao Lan looked at the intersection to Qingshan crowded with vehicles, "Did something happen?"

"Auntie, brother may arrive later, let him take you there?"

"How could he know?"

"I'm sorry, I don't think we should keep it from him." Fu Ran answered honestly.

"Xiao Ran, we are all at the foot of the mountain. You can take me up there. After finding the place where Yunfeng is staying, I am sure that Mingzheng will let me stay. I don't want to lose my hope." Zhao Lan held Fu Ran's hand Right wrist, her eyes were full of pleading, Fu Ran couldn't bear to refuse, "Okay."

It shouldn't be too late to return to the city after the worship.

Fu Ran got out of the car to check the situation, and Ming Zheng's car followed far behind. The administrator at the foot of the mountain said that the road to Qingshan became more and more difficult due to the heavy snow these days, and suggested that the car must rent a set of snow chains.

Fu Ran nodded in agreement, and drove up the hill slowly after the tires were fitted with snow chains.

Compared with the city, this section of road is indeed much more difficult to walk. When driving halfway up the mountain, the sky is gray and gloomy.

There were sporadic snowflakes falling, even with snow chains on, but there were still a few places that were easy to slip, and the snow piles swept out on both sides were half the height of a person.

Zhao Lan raised his face and looked out the window, "Yunfeng must know that I came to see him."

Fu Ran focused on steering the steering wheel. She had never encountered such a difficult road before, and it was easy to find it when she got to Qingshan.

It was hard to find a tomb in the prime location on the top of the mountain. Fu Ranshun drove by the side of the road and soon found the private cemetery of the Ming family.

She was looking for a place to park, Zhao Lan couldn't wait to open the car door and run out. When Fu Ran passed by, she saw the guard in charge driving her out, "This is a private cemetery, no worship is allowed."

Zhao Lan was almost knocked down, but Fu Ran supported her just in time, "Auntie, don't worry."

The person guarding the cemetery was in his early 50s. He took out a pen and notebook and handed them to Zhao Lan, "You should register first."

"Okay." Zhao Lan nodded hastily, and took the pen from him.

Fu Ran raised her hand to stop Zhao Lan's movement. I'm afraid that once her name is lost, it will be more difficult to get in than climbing to the sky.

"We are relatives of the Ming family. We pass by Qingshan and just want to come to pay respects. Let's be more accommodating."

"No, this is the rule set by my wife. I'm just a part-time worker and can't make decisions."

Zhao Lan was also vaguely aware of Fu Ran's purpose of holding down her hand, and she let go of the pen in her hand.

"Look," Fu Ran approached the person in charge of the guard, "If you don't tell us, we won't tell, Madam wouldn't know. Besides, if it wasn't for our relatives, why would we come to Qingshan in this weather?"

Fu Ran took out a few hundred-yuan bills from his wallet and stuffed them into his hands, "It doesn't matter whether you register or not. We have to trick you into writing a fake name, right?"

"This..." He squeezed the bills in his hand, even though he didn't count them, he still had thousands of dollars.

Fu Ran took out a few more cards and gave them to him, "Let's accommodate."

"That's good." It was a straightforward answer, "Let me know when you come out later, I will go in and clean up."

He was also kind, and even took out incense and candles from the small room and handed them to Fu Ran, "Every time Madam and Third Young Master come back, I will prepare them."

"Thank you."

Fu Ran took over and led Zhao Lan into the cemetery.

The rules set by someone will be broken when it comes to money.

Lush cypress trees were planted on both sides of the road, and Fu Ran walked in on a path paved with evenly cut stones.

Ming Yunfeng's tombstone was easy to find. After passing a road, the tomb of the couple suddenly opened up, and the huge stone tablet was facing the direction they came in.

Zhao Lan lost control of her emotions and rushed over. Fu Ran lit incense and candles and came out in a hurry. Fortunately, she bought a bouquet of flowers at the foot of the mountain.

"Yunfeng!"

The sky is gloomy, and the mood is extremely uncomfortable, inexplicably depressed, always feeling that sadness is at a critical point, and it may burst out at any time.

Zhao Lan's cries were extremely terrific, and Fu Ran believed that she and Ming Yunfeng really loved each other, but such a sincere relationship could not be accompanied by a lifelong companion.

Zhao Lan knelt in front of the tombstone, and Fu Ran walked over to insert the incense candle silently.

She took three steps back, and the snowflakes fell bigger and bigger. Fu Ran stretched out her hand, seeing it fall on the palm of her hand, and then it was quickly melted by her own body temperature.

She couldn't bear to be disturbed by approaching, the photo on Ming Yunfeng's tombstone still had the usual solemn expression, unsmiling.

Zhao Lan caressed the tombstone with his palm almost greedily, "Yunfeng, I'm here to see you."

Fu Ran pursed her lips, and even looked at Ming Yunfeng indifferently. The two women were willing to be wronged because of him, but he subverted their lives for his selfish love.Zhao Lan's cry seemed to be mixed with a hollow echo in his ears, as sad as a whine.

The incense in front of the tomb was ignited bit by bit, and the incense candles were extinguished by the wind.

The snow fell harder and harder, almost blinding people's eyes.

Zhao Lan's down jacket quickly piled up white, Fu Ran walked over and squatted beside her, "Auntie, let's go, we will come back later."

"Just a little while, Xiaoran, just a little while."

Zhao Lan hugged the tombstone with both hands, "Yunfeng, time flies so fast, how can I reach out and grab it?"

Fu Ran felt cold, so she put on the hat attached to the back of her clothes.

"Yunfeng, you told me that no matter what Chengyou said or did to me, don't blame him. I don't blame him at all. He told Xiaoran that you are buried here. If possible, I hope Mingzheng and Chengyou can truly become brothers, this is what you hope for, right?"

Zhao Lan pressed her face to the cold stone tablet, "I don't feel wronged anymore, and I won't often say things that are unfair to me anymore. I am satisfied to see you again, really."

Fu Ran didn't know what kind of love it should be to be able to endure this, two years as one day, regardless of status and gains and losses.

She even admired the thin woman in front of her.

Zhao Lan still didn't want to leave until Ming Zheng called.

"Auntie, brother is outside."

Zhao Lan wiped away her tears, knowing Mingzheng's temper, if Li Yunling finds out about Mingzheng's quarrel, it will not be so easy to come in to worship in the future.

Fu Ran brushed off the snowflakes from her shoulders, and helped Zhao Lan go out.

Mingzheng's car was parked at the entrance of the cemetery, and the wiper on the windshield swung repeatedly from side to side. When he saw the two of them coming out, he took an umbrella and got out of the car.

The tone of the middle-aged man in charge of the guard was much better than before, "Have you done your worship?"

"Yes." Fu Ran nodded at him.

Ming Zheng's face was livid and he grabbed Zhao Lan's shoulder, "Mom!"

Looking at Zhao Lan's red and swollen eyes from crying, he finally swallowed the words in his mouth.

Fu Ran stomped her feet in the cold, and breathed with her hands on her lips.