After divorcing the slag dog, he joined a wealthy family

Lu Yixuan didn't sleep for two days and didn't eat much. He seemed to have aged several years all of a sudden.

After hearing An An crying all day without eating, he hurried back to the villa. Before he entered the hall, he heard An An's crying from inside.

Lin Luo asked him to take good care of An An, but he left the child at home for two days.

Lu Yixuan's heart twisted, and he felt that the soft flesh in his heart hurt like being pulled, so he rushed in.

The servants of the Lu family were surrounding An An who was sitting on the carpet, coaxing her gently, but it was useless.

An An cried hard, coughing and crying, her voice became hoarse, but the tears were still falling.

Lu Yixuan looked at the circle of servants and said angrily, "What's going on?"

"Mr. Lu, you're finally back. Young master hasn't eaten all day." Yue Yue's face was anxious, one must know that Lu Yixuan hired her mainly to take care of the child, and now that the child is not taken care of, wouldn't she be dead?

An An, who was crying with a hoarse voice, paused slightly when she heard Lu Yixuan's voice, then looked up at him, and cried louder than before.

This was the first time An An cried so hard, her little face was flushed, and her eyes were swollen from crying and she didn't want to stop.

When Lu Yixuan saw An An, his lips visibly trembled but he didn't make a sound. He walked over, bent down and stretched out his hands to hug An An, then hugged her tightly.

The servant on the side kindly reminded: "Mr. Lu, the young master is a little agitated at the moment, and may do something, please be careful."

As soon as the words fell, An An in his arms suddenly reached out and grabbed Lu Yixuan's hair forcefully, crying: "Dad..."

Of course it was Lin Luo who called his father. Lu Yixuan patted the child's back, feeling like a knife was twisting his heart. At this time, no one noticed that his eye sockets were already red.

The servant looked at him worriedly: "Boss Lu..."

Lu Yixuan silently hugged the child, went upstairs and entered the children's room.

After there were no outsiders, he finally couldn't help crying. He sat on the ground and hugged the child in his arms tightly.

"I'm sorry, An'an..." No one knew how scared he was. He lived to be 30 years old, and he had never been so anxious and afraid as he is now.

Sensitive An An noticed that the daddy who was holding him was crying, he closed his small mouth, blinked his big wet eyes aggrieved, and shouted daddy over and over again in a nasal voice, which only made people heartbreak .

"Daddy wants to take you to pick up Dad, but Dad has gone far away, and I can't find him."

Little An An couldn't understand such a long string of words, he rubbed his eyes, and hugged Lu Yixuan's neck tightly, as if he was tired from crying, his big eyes were full of exhaustion, he curled up and nestled in Lu Yixuan's neck. In his arms, he fell asleep on his shoulder.

Lu Yixuan listened to An An's gradual and steady breathing, and carefully hugged him and put him on the crib.

"Father..." An'an, who was asleep, let out a raving sound.

Lin Luo, do you really have the heart to leave An An like this?

Another week passed, and the case still had no progress. The police even published Lin Luo's photo on the Internet, hoping to find someone with the help of the general public, but they did not find any useful clues.

The police involved in the case believed that Lin Luo had no chance of surviving.

For a week, the police captain couldn't bear it any longer, and told Lu Yixuan honestly.

He originally thought that Lu Yixuan would be very angry when he heard this, but there was nothing, his expression was very calm, and there was no trace of sadness in his eyes, as if he had expected the result long ago.

"Mr. Lu, look at our side..."

"Close the team, don't look for it anymore."

Lu Yixuan gave up searching, which was unexpected. He seemed to have slowly decided that Lin Luo was dead.

His face was indifferent, but his heart was throbbing in pain. He clenched his fists and clenched his teeth, holding back the blood that had reached his throat.

Lu Yixuan's heart attack relapsed again, but he didn't have time to go to the hospital. He bought a lot of painkillers. He used to take one pill for every pain, but now he almost needs to take 2-3 pills to relieve the pain.

After not looking for Lin Luo anymore, Lu Yixuan took An An to the cemetery to meet Lin Luo's father.

After reaching the mountain, Lu Yixuan parked the car and got out of the car with An An in his arms.

Lu Yixuan walked in with An An in his arms, and soon a grassy grave appeared in front of his eyes.

He hugged An An tightly and looked at the photo on the tombstone. It was his enemy Lin Zhenyu and his lover's father.

Since the last time he came here, he still came with Lin Luo. He clearly remembered that it was raining that day, and Lin Luo knelt in front of the tombstone, howling and crying.

And he was standing not far behind him, watching him cry indifferently, without a trace of emotion.

Lu Yixuan hugged An An and squatted down. He wiped the dust on the tombstone with his left hand, "I know you hate me, but I beg you, don't take Lin Luo away..."

There was a sudden pain in his chest again, as if something had been forcibly pulled out of his body.

Lu Yixuan didn't know what to say, his throat was choked, his eyes couldn't shine a light: "I was wrong before...I hurt your family and Lin Luo...It's my fault..."

"Look, I brought your grandson today. Look how cute he is. Can you bear that he doesn't have a father?"

Lu Yixuan, who was squatting on the ground, staggered forward suddenly, kneeling on the ground, looking at the man in the black and white photo on the tombstone with a gentle smile.

That smile really resembled Lin Luo, and there was despair and grief in Lu Yixuan's eyes.

These days, he has not had a good day off. He thinks about Lin Luo every day. He comforts himself over and over again in his heart. He must be fine. He just simply disappeared, deliberately hiding in a corner that he can't see. He was so selfish that he certainly didn't want him to find him.

So he didn't look for it anymore... I just hope that his anger will dissipate soon and show up sooner.

He calls his phone every day, even if he hears a system prompt every day: The phone you dialed is turned off.

He also sends him messages every day, even if the messages never get a response.

He came to his father's tomb with the child in his arms, wanting to see if he had been there, but there was no incense or footprints, only ash-covered tombstones and a grave covered with weeds.

"Dad..." An'an pointed to the photo on the tombstone and shouted.

"This is not dad, this is grandpa." There was a bitter smile on the corner of Lu Yixuan's mouth.

An An called out crisply: "Grandpa."

Lu Yixuan stood up holding An An, and returned to the car. He planned to take An An back to City T, to visit the temple from last time, and ask the old gentleman for a fortune-telling fortune.

Last time he figured out that he still has a child, then he must be able to figure out whether Lin Luo is alive or dead.

Two days later, Lu Yixuan took An An to City T, and he came to the temple based on his memory. He went in and searched around but couldn't find the old gentleman from before.

Lu Yixuan casually pulled a passing young monk and asked, "Excuse me, where is the fortune teller who used to set up a street stall here?"

The little monk knew who he was talking about as soon as he heard it, "I don't know where Mr. Wang is either."

Lu Yixuan asked again: "Then when will he come to the temple?"

"I don't know about this. Sometimes I come once every two days, and sometimes I come once every ten days and half a month."

The fortune-teller's surname is Wang, and those who have asked him for fortune-telling call him the fortune-teller, and he has never missed a single hexagram. He is well-known in this temple, and people will visit him every day.

He came to the temple irregularly and stayed for an hour at most a day. In his words, he was only considered a predestined person.

After Lu Yixuan knew about it, he came to the temple every day just to wait for the old man, and he waited for a full fifteen days to wait for him.

Looking at the gray-haired old man in front of him, Lu Yixuan walked over: "Mr. Wang."

The fortune teller raised his head and said nothing until Lu Yixuan sat in front of him, then he coughed twice and said, "This time, is it yours or your child's?"

Lu Yixuan shook his head, and he took out a piece of paper from his bag, on which Lin Luo's birthday was written.

"Mr. Wang, please help me figure out what happened to him."

After the fortune teller took a look, he frowned sharply.

"I have calculated this horoscope, take it back."

"Sir, please help me..."

Before Lu Yixuan could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the fortune teller, "Everyone is already dead, what counts?"

Lu Yixuan froze suddenly, as if someone had suddenly poured cold water on his whole body, the coldness spread from the bottom of his heart to every corner of his body.

He clenched his hands so hard that his nails broke his palm, but he didn't know it.

"You haven't counted yet." Lu Yixuan's voice leaked from his clenched lips, mixed with the blood from the bitten lower lip, "How can we conclude that the other person is dead?"

He no longer wanted to know where he was, but only hoped that the person in front of him could tell him that Lin Luo was still alive, that's all.

"Sir, do you still remember what I said to you last time? If the marriage line is broken, if you try to force it, you will die." The fortune teller looked at him coldly, "He had a chance to survive, but because of you, The collision with his fate resulted in his short lifespan, and the cause of his death...was related to water?"

Every word the fortune teller said was like a knife stabbing at his chest. Lu Yixuan's eyes were red as if bleeding, and he stood up suddenly.

"You tell me how to keep him alive?"

"I'm just a fortune teller, not a life extension."

After Lu Yixuan heard this sentence, his whole face turned pale, that kind of bloodless white, he could feel his heart twitching, as if the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards.

"You go back, find a piece of land near the south to erect a tombstone, and burn some more clothes for him." Speaking of which, the fortune teller slightly closed a pair of old eyes.

If Lu Yixuan was shocked by electric shock, no matter how much he deceived himself, he still had to admit that Lin Luo was really dead.

When he sank into the deep sea, he couldn't even find a single skeleton, and he couldn't be buried in the ground after death, only a cold tombstone.