Dyed

Fu Ran finally called Uncle Wang.

The two leaned against the bridge and waited, Fu Ran dared not leave Ming Chengyou alone on the way.

"What are your plans for the future?"

"Let's take one step at a time." Ming Chengyou raised his head, looking at the sky like a torch.

"Actually, your father should still have so many relationships, even if Qian Kun left it to Ming Zheng, but after all..."

Ming Chengyou interrupted her coldly, "If what you said is true, since my dad has decided to leave the company to Qian Kun, what do I need his relationship for?"

"Why should you?"

"Aren't you going to take care of my affairs?" He looked down at Fu Ran's flickering face in the dark night, searching with hope in his tone.

She stood with her feet back and forth, looking at the two cars facing each other, "Ming Chengyou, I think it's best for us to be relative strangers."

When Uncle Wang received Ming Chengyou, there was only his cold back beside the huge bridge.

He stood with his back to the road, his hands resting on the cold railing, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

It wasn't until he approached Uncle Wang that Ming Chengyou's eyes were out of focus, empty and desolate.

"Third Young Master?"

He turned his face away, his lips were tightly pursed, Uncle Wang said again anxiously, "Third Young Master, Madam is still waiting for you at home."

"Relatively stranger." He dropped the four words before walking towards the car parked by the side of the road.

In the capital of Evian, bright lights can be seen from afar.

Li Yunling stood at the door, wearing a red maple leaf shawl.

Butler Xiao next to him was not in good spirits, and he seemed to fall asleep anytime next to the door.

Ming Chengyou entered the living room, Li Yunling asked Uncle Wang and Housekeeper Xiao to rest first, she saw Ming Chengyou striding towards the stairs, "Chengyou."

"Ah."

"I heard Uncle Wang say that Fu Ran made the call. Why are you still with her?"

Ming Chengyou just stopped walking, he didn't answer Li Yunling's words.

After walking up a few steps, Li Yunling chased to the top of the stairs, "You still have to watch them join hands to kill you, so that you can give up hope, Chengyou, how come I never found out that you can't let go!"

"Yes, I can't let it go!" Ming Chengyou picked up the coat hanging from his wrist and threw it on the ground, "So don't worry about me!"

"you--"

After the sound of hurried footsteps, there was a violent slamming of the door on the second floor.

There is a little bit of hope, even if it will flow away a little bit along the fingers, but he doesn't want to let go when he can hold it.

Ming Chengyou never realized that he was a person who couldn't let go. He couldn't remember when it started.

Li Yunling didn't sleep almost all night. After Ming Yunfeng passed away, her spirit became very poor.

Li Yunling wanted to be strong all her life, and she fought for it all her life, how could she swallow this breath.

The clock passed by like quicksand between fingers. She tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. In addition, Ming Chengyou's mind was not on her career at all, and she was even more anxious.

Li Yunling put on a coat and walked out of the room, and saw that the light in the master bedroom was still on.

She walked to the door and knocked on the door panel, "Chengyou?"

Can't hear any movement.

Just now when he went upstairs, Li Yunling smelled alcohol on Ming Chengyou's body. She found a spare key, and when she opened it, the door was unlocked.

In the bedroom, only one light near the balcony was turned on. It seemed that Ming Chengyou walked into the room in the dark.

The things that were knocked down on the ground were scattered in a mess, Li Yunling searched around the room but couldn't find Ming Chengyou.

"Chengyou, Chengyou?" She said nervously, and searched back and forth between the dressing room and the bathroom.

A gust of cold wind blows away the dry warmth in the room, and the dark-colored curtains are raised in a circular circle, and the tail tassels almost touch the edge of the bed before falling back heavily.

Li Yunling saw that the door leading to the balcony was open.

The newly laid carpet absorbed the sound of her footsteps, Li Yunling opened the curtains and walked to the balcony. She searched around, but found no one.

She couldn't hide her disappointment, "Where is it?"

Her legs were about to retract, but her gaze unexpectedly swept across the corner. She was startled for a moment, and then covered her mouth with her right hand.

Li Yunling's eye sockets burned, and the figure became blurred in her eyes.

She saw her son who was usually held in her palm, but now he was lying in the cold corner of the balcony.

The face is pressed against the French window next to it, one leg is straightened, and the other is bent.

Li Yunling wiped away her tears, she walked over and knelt down, "Chengyou?"

She shook Ming Chengyou's shoulder vigorously, but he didn't see any reaction.

"How could the children of our Ming family become like this?" Li Yunling knelt beside Ming Chengyou, with endless sorrow and distress.

Everyone knew that Ming Sanshao was the treasure in her hands, but now he was tortured to pieces by the cruel reality.

Housekeeper Xiao came to the room upon hearing the commotion, and helped Li Yunling to help Ming Chengyou into the room.

"Housekeeper Xiao, go get a basin of hot water."

"it is good."

Ming Chengyou's hands and feet were cold, and his face was frozen gray and blue. Li Yunling helped him cover the quilt, and he didn't dare to leave until midnight.

She asked Steward Xiao to rest first, while she slept on the sofa.

Ming Chengyou woke up the next day and couldn't remember that he slept on the balcony last night.

He opened his eyes and reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table. Li Yunling got up and walked quickly when she heard the movement, "Chengyou, you're awake."

"Mom, why are you here?" Ming Chengyou patted his forehead and sat up, seeing Li Yunling's tired expression, "You've been in my room all night?"

Li Yunling didn't sleep well all night, her voice was hoarse, "Chengyou, are you really still unable to let go?"

The broken hair on Ming Chengyou's forehead covered the tiredness in his eyes.

Li Yunling sighed, "Chengyou, mom is in more pain than you at this moment, maybe Mingzheng is right, the person your father loves is her, not me."

"mom!"

"Obviously knowing that he is your father's illegitimate son outside, I still try my best to be tolerant. Every time I see him, why don't I have a thorn in my heart? But I have endured it for so many years, I am not lost to Ming Zheng, but lost to the person I love the most."

Li Yunling's voice choked up, she raised her face to suppress her grievance and humiliation.

Ming Chengyou lifted the quilt and got off the bed, and put his arms around Li Yunling's shoulders, "It's okay, you still have me here."

"Chengyou, you can't break down. If even you give up on yourself, who else can I count on?"

"I'm sorry." He didn't think about giving up, but the pain he showed inadvertently terrified the people closest to him. Ming Chengyou covered up the rest of the pain, maybe he also had to learn how to be a man wearing a mask.

"Go and wash up, let's go see your dad after breakfast."

Early in the morning, Ming Rong also rushed over, Uncle Wang drove to the cemetery, and Li Yunling looked at the two sons beside him.

"Don't blame your dad, I always firmly believe that the will is not what he meant."

Ming Rong spoke a few words of comfort, while Ming Chengyou looked out of the window ecstatically from the beginning to the end.

In the early morning mist in the cemetery, Uncle Wang helped to take out the things that were going to the grave from the trunk.

It was so foggy today that it was almost impossible to see things more than ten meters away.

After walking a few steps, the shoulders and hair were covered with mist, and Li Yunling walked to Ming Yunfeng's tomb accompanied by Ming Chengyou and Ming Rong.

This is the geomantic treasure land chosen by Ming Yunfeng before his death, and his two sons are standing behind Li Yunling.

She couldn't bear to let them see the sadness in her eyes.

Ming Rong's usual playful smile also became more solemn.

Apart from them, there was no one in the entire cemetery, and the emptiness and desolation was eerie.But all the relatives are buried here, so there is no time to feel afraid.

Ming Chengyou looked straight at him, but due to the heavy fog, he couldn't see clearly the photo of Ming Yunfeng on the tombstone.

But he could imagine his father's appearance, Ming Chengyou had always been stricter to him than Ming Zheng and Ming Rong.

"Why did this happen, why did this happen?!" Li Yunling raised her voice suddenly, the sharp voice almost piercing through the finally peaceful sky, Ming Chengyou and Ming Rong strode forward, "Mom!"

"Impossible, how can this be?"

"Mom," Ming Chengyou thought that Li Yunling was still worried about the inheritance, "don't do that."

Li Yunling pushed Ming Chengyou hard, but she rushed forward, her fingers uncontrollably digging at the words on it, Ming Chengyou looked at it, his whole face was instantly livid.

Ming Yunfeng was buried in a double grave, and the black tombstone should have been blank, but the name was engraved in advance.

This seat was originally reserved for Li Yunling.

Li Yunling's well-manicured nails peeled off abruptly, and dark red blood was drawn from her fingertips.

Ming Rong took a closer look and found that Zhao Lan's name was engraved on the tombstone. "how so?"