After divorcing the slag dog, he joined a wealthy family

Jiang Shen was a little curious about his attitude towards his ex-husband now, so he asked again: "Are you worried about him?"

"Isn't he all right?" Lin Luo said calmly.

Jiang Shen looked up at Lin Luo for a few moments, then turned around with a soft smile after a while.

Lin Luo cared about Ji Shiqian, otherwise how would he know that he was fine, probably after watching the news all afternoon.

Lin Luo's life in Jiang Shen's place is very ordinary. He prepares three meals a day, cleans up when he has nothing to do, and finds things for himself to do.

The news about him on the Internet also created waves from the initial calm. People outside seemed to know that something happened to him. The police exposed his photos and information, and began to ask for help online, hoping to find him.

Lin Luo clicked on the calendar and looked at the time. He will leave City C the day after tomorrow.

……

T city.

Knowing the hexagram of Lin Luo's death from the fortune teller, Lu Yixuan's mind went blank, and his dark jade-colored eyes opened wide, filled with indescribable fear and panic.

His clenched hands suddenly trembled, his finger bones were numb, his wrists were weak, and he couldn't hold it tightly no matter how hard he held it. He opened his mouth twice to ask something more, but he couldn't.

"Mr. Wang..."

The fortune teller obviously didn't want to talk to him anymore, he waved his hand and put away the books on the table.

"I've finished my words. As for how to do it, you must have an idea in your heart."

Lu Yixuan's chest heaved violently, he clenched his teeth, his heart throbbed violently, he couldn't help covering his heart with his body.

The sharp pain didn't ease, but it became more and more painful. He tasted a bloody smell in his throat, Lu Yixuan coughed, and in an instant, that salty fishy smell wafted from his whole mouth.

The fortune teller in front of him seemed to have noticed something, and he frowned and glanced at him, "Sir, take care of yourself, think you still have a child."

This sentence directly forced Lu Yixuan to tears.

The fortune teller put away his things, turned around and entered the temple, and kindly reminded Lu Yixuan before leaving: "It's going to rain, so go back earlier."

As soon as he stepped into the temple, it began to rain lightly. The mid-autumn rain, accompanied by the wind, sent a biting chill in his body.

Lu Yixuan didn't bring an umbrella, he stood in the rain, letting the cold rain blow on his body, it also blows into his heart.

He can't feel how cold his body is, because his heart has no temperature.

After a long time, his whole body was drenched before he got up, and left the gate of the temple as if his soul had been sucked away.

The fortune teller walked into the temple slowly, looked up at the scattered dark clouds in the sky, and said to himself: "It has been raining for almost a month, and it should stop."

The little monk poured a cup of hot tea and put it in front of him.

The fortune teller lowered his eyes and reached out to take it and said, "Thank you."

The little monk shook his head, stood beside him and followed his gaze to look at the figure standing in the rain.

"Wang Daochang, did the gentleman surnamed Lu count what he wanted?"

The fortune teller took a sip of tea, put down the teacup and said deeply: "How can there be anything in this world that can be counted? Warlocks can't follow the trend..."

He secretly sighed: Mrs. Lu, I have helped everything I can. If he forgets this person, he will be fine. If he insists on looking for him, he will die.

Lu Yixuan returned to the car, the windshield wipers swayed from side to side, and the sound of rain rattled. He stared blankly at the road, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

In the past, he never believed in fortune-telling, but now he entrusted Lin Luo's life and death to a magician.

He is really desperate now, Lin Luo is dead, he has no hope.

Find a tomb in the south, Lin Luo's father's tombstone is on the south side.He found someone to bury Lin Zhenyu with his own hands, and now Lin Luo was buried with his own hands.

Lu Yixuan drove back home, Yuesao was feeding An An with porridge.

Now An An is very obedient, he doesn't cry or make trouble, and of course he doesn't like to laugh, he often sits in a daze.

After seeing Lu Yixuan, he would only look up, and would not open his mouth to call Dad.

Lu Yixuan changed his wet clothes before going to hug An An, An An curled up in his arms obediently, biting his fingers.

Lu Yixuan touched the back of the child's round head, and told the confinement wife behind him: "Pack up your luggage and return to City C tomorrow morning."

At night, Lu Yixuan hugged the child to sleep. The child fell asleep quickly, but he couldn't fall asleep. He got up and found sleeping pills from the drawer. After taking two pills, he had a slight reaction nearly half an hour later.

It wasn't until his brain became heavier and his eyes became more and more sore that he fell asleep in a daze.

In his sleep, he came to a coast, and the surrounding environment was very familiar. He stayed for a while before he remembered that this place was the place where Lin Luo jumped into the sea.

He walked along the beach all the way to the sea, just as he was about to step into the water.

He saw Lin Luo, and Lin Luo walked towards him, his whole body was soaked, his face was so pale that there was no blood, and his lips were black and blue.

Lu Yixuan ran over and grabbed Lin Luo's cold hand firmly.

With a hoarse voice, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Lin Luo, tell me, are you alive?"

He asked him eagerly, but Lin Luo standing in front of him looked at him blankly.

Lu Yixuan raised his hand to touch his face, it was so real, he wished it was not a dream, Lin Luo was right in front of him, he could reach it with his hand, bow his head and kiss it.

Lu Yixuan hugged the thin man in front of him tightly, held his cheeks and kissed his forehead, bridge of nose, and lips, he licked the salty smell on his face, whether it was the smell of sea water or tears.

The sense of taste is unmistakable, this is his Lin Luo, Lu Yixuan pinched Lin Luo's face, as if to confirm whether it really existed.

"Luo Luo." Lu Yixuan's voice was choked and hoarse, and tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes.

"I always thought that you would not leave. You have An'an and you have concerns. I thought you would be with me after I got custody, but... I didn't expect... I really didn't expect." Lu Yixuan thumbed lightly Rubbing his face, muttering to himself with tears in his eyes.

Lin Luo never said a word, he still looked at him with lifeless eyes, without a trace of emotion.

Lu Yixuan felt great pain in his heart, and the sadness accumulated in his heart could not be vented. At this moment, it was as if thousands of sharp knives were slaughtering his body, and the pain made him tremble all over.

"Luo Luo, can you talk to me, even if you scold me, but don't look at me like this, talk to me."

Lin Luo, with empty eyes, raised his head to look at him, his black hole-like eyes reflected Lu Yixuan's distressed appearance, and he said softly, "Lu Yixuan, I'm so cold."

As soon as Lin Luo finished speaking, her body gradually became transparent, as if about to disappear in front of him.

Lu Yixuan's eyes were full of horror, and he rushed over and wanted to hug him tightly, but what he hugged was a cloud of air.

He looked at Lin Luo in front of him, who was clearly close at hand, but seemed to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

The hand outstretched in mid-air trembled so much that he could no longer touch Lin Luo.

How cruel that he disappeared before his eyes.

"Lin Luo, don't go. I'll return An'an to you. I'll give you whatever you want. If you want me to die, I will die. I beg you not to disappear before my eyes, no!"

He desperately wanted to bring Lin Luo back, but his body became weaker and weaker, gradually turning into a cloud of mist.

When he disappeared, he heard Lin Luo say softly, "Take good care of the child."

Lu Yixuan woke up suddenly, it was still dark, and An An in his arms was sleeping very soundly.

It was not Lin Luo who he hugged tightly just now, but the child in his arms, and the bitterness he tasted was not Lin Luo's, but his own tears.

His face was wet and so was his pillow.

Lu Yixuan stretched out his hand and touched the phone from the coffee table, it is now one o'clock in the morning.

The Lin Luo he saw just now was just a dream. In the dream, he saw Lin Luo disappear with his own eyes and confessed his last words in front of him.

Lu Yixuan couldn't sleep, he looked at the phone and looked at Lin Luo's photos one by one, and he had to stay for a few minutes before crossing out each photo.

At the end, there was a marriage certificate between him and Lin Luo.

This photo is of P, because the original marriage certificate was torn off by him long ago.

Lu Yixuan lost his voice in pain without warning, he raised his hand, bit his wrist and made broken and hoarse voices one after another.

He tasted the blood on his wrist, and also tasted the bitter taste of tears.

An An, who was sleeping in his arms, was woken up by him, and opened a pair of hazy eyes to look at the adult who was crying silently beside him.

He didn't know why he was crying, but he could feel that he was very uncomfortable, and he would only cry when he was in pain.

An An reached out and grabbed Lu Yixuan's shoulder.

Lu Yixuan froze, and slowly lowered his hands to look at the child, looking at An An's eyes similar to Lin Luo's.

He stretched out his hand and touched his face, "I'm sorry, it was Dad who disturbed you."

An An shook her head, then leaned towards him and raised her chubby little hand to wipe his face.

Said in a childish voice, "Don't cry."

The tears that had already stopped flowed out again uncontrollably.

"An'an, do you miss Dad?"

Seeing that An An didn't make a sound, Lu Yixuan took the phone and clicked on the photo to show him.

"An'an, who is this?"

"dad."

An An's mood was very cold, so cold that Lu Yixuan felt unbelievable.

He didn't even dare to mention it before, because he was afraid that An An would cry and refuse to eat when he thought of Lin Luo.

As a result, only half a month has passed, An An has almost forgotten Lin Luo.

Lu Yixuan felt a pain in his heart, and felt helpless sadness in his bones.

"An'an, when you go back tomorrow, let's build a house for Dad, next to Grandpa."

An An stared blankly at Lu Yixuan, her black and white pupils were still dazed.

Lu Yixuan took a deep breath, put down the phone and hugged An An into his arms again, then patted his back lightly to lull him to sleep.

After An An fell asleep, his brain gradually woke up. The incomparably real dream he had just now was probably Lin Luo's entrusted dream to him.

— He said he was so cold.

Lu Yixuan remembered what the fortune teller told him during the day, telling him to burn more clothes.