If You Don't Accept the Confession, Why Are You Crying When I Change My Mind?

Chapter 481 Feng Siruo is estimated to be very cute at more than 200 pounds (please order all!!!)

In the whistling blizzard.

Jiang Zhou and Secretary Jiao rushed to the front.

Feng Siruo and Feng Yiyi followed behind them.

Because the weather was cold and the road was slippery, the four of them almost fell on the uphill road.

At that time, in front of the clear-cold grave.

Feng Yuanshan with a gloomy expression was sitting quietly in a wheelchair.

His eyes were cloudy and dull, as if lifeless.

If it weren't for this old guy who was still coughing.

Secretary Jiao must have called the medical team to come directly by air.

"Master, you... is your body okay?"

"How about we stay here for a while and come back when the weather is better?"

Feng Yuanshan didn't speak, just shook his head gently.

Cry enough, cry over.

He seemed to have no more strength to speak.

Secretary Jiao felt that the old man must be tired.

After all, there is a distance of more than 5 kilometers from Beihai to Huaxi.

All the way the plane ups and downs, coupled with the bumps of the car.

Not to mention a patient, even he would feel physically and mentally exhausted.

So the old man should be relaxing.

To ease your mind is also to ease your physical strength.

But Jiang Zhou understood it better than he did.

He felt that Feng Yuanshan was not relaxing, but that his heart was dead.

He has done a lot in his life.

Abandoning his wife and children in life, the business world intrigues himself.

In the end he managed to become one of the richest men in the country.

The scenery and prestige brought to him by his identity and status are already flat like water.

Then he got a tumor, and in the end his leg was nowhere to be found.

His life is so legendary.

Even stomping your feet can make the entire Beihai tremble.

And his only irreparable regret in this life may be that he couldn't get Jiao Peipei's forgiveness.

Now that the cemetery has come, the deceased has also paid homage.

Cry and cry, cry and cry.

He should have wanted to die.

Humans are such strange and tangled creatures.

Too many regrets when I want to die.

You can die without regrets.

Put another way.

Feng Yuanshan has now regarded himself as a dead person.

A lifeless living dead.

...

The north wind is raging.

Roll up the sky of broken snow.

There was suddenly a strange and long silence.

Right now.

Feng Siruo, who had been standing at the back, suddenly took a few steps forward.

Then he bit his lower lip slightly, his eyes flashing constantly.

She wore a long pure black down jacket today.

Around her neck was the white checkered scarf that Jiang Zhou had just wrapped around her.

Under the blizzard and snow, her little face was frozen red.

Then raise both hands and untie the tied ponytail.

The long, smooth hair fell like a waterfall and fell on her shoulders.

As a result, she changed from a cute and youthful girl to a little more mature and elegant.

Then she walked to the tombstone and squatted down gently.

He gently placed the head rope used to tie his hair on the small stone slab in front of the tombstone.

It was used to place incense burners and tributes.

Everyone's eyes moved with her movements.

Suddenly, she found that there was a small red flower of plastic on her headband.

The red petals and yellow stamens look a little childish and cute.

Seeing this scene, Feng Yuanshan's shoulders suddenly trembled imperceptibly.

"I...what should she be called?"

Feng Siruo turned his head, tilted his head and looked at Jiang Zhou.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Zhou couldn't help but glance at Feng Yuanshan.

"Your grandfather's first wife, you should... be called Grandma, right?"

Feng Siruo snorted and whispered, "Hello, grandma."

Jiang Zhou raised the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but rubbed her head: "I've never seen it before, it's called a strange relative."

"I saw it today."

Feng Siruo muttered in a low voice, a little dissatisfied.

Then the snow boots on his feet moved slightly and quietly got into Jiang Zhou's arms.

At that time, Feng Yuanshan in the wheelchair raised his head slightly.

He took a careful look at his granddaughter who had not seen him a few times.

"Cough cough..."

Feng Yuanshan breathed a sigh of relief: "You guys should avoid it for a while, I want to talk to Jiang Zhou about something."

Secretary Jiao nodded and looked at Feng Siruo and Feng Yiyi: "Second misses, shall we wait on the side of the road?"

"Um."

Wait until the three are gone.

Feng Yuanshan turned to look at Jiang Zhou.

"Can you push me up there for a spin?"

Jiang Zhou frowned slightly: "Above?"

Feng Yuanshan sighed: "Master's tomb... it's up there."

"Jiao Peipei's father?"

"That's right."

Jiang Zhou nodded, stretched out his hand from his sleeve, and pushed the wheelchair up.

During the whole process of going up the mountain, Feng Yuanshan kept silent.

Even though the snowflakes were blowing diagonally across his face, he didn't say a word.

After arriving at the designated location, Jiang Zhou saw another tombstone.

The stele was carved with white marble, so it should not be the original stele.

It's more like it was re-erected after moving in later.

The name above is Jiao Zhengying.

At that time seems to like to take such a name.

Zhengying, Yuqing, Guangyao, Zuolin...

Wen Yali carried an atmosphere.

It's hard to believe that a person from a small county would take such a level name.

Jiang Zhou thought about the reason and immediately understood.

When Master Jiao was born, the Qing Dynasty had not yet died.

There is no vernacular, so the name will certainly look elegant and retro.

"Master, I... I'm here to see you."

"I didn't take good care of Pei Pei, I'm damned, Master."

Feng Yuanshan's voice trembled a little.

It's just that he didn't have the strength to cry again.

After all, at Jiao Peipei's grave just now, he had already exhausted himself.

And he didn't dare cry.

Because he knew that Jiao Peipei might soften his heart and forgive himself.

But the master definitely won't.

...

After worshiping Master Jiao.

Jiang Zhou pushed his wheelchair and descended from the other side of the mountain.

At that time, the snow on the ground had formed a thick layer of ice.

It saves the effort to push the wheelchair.

Jiang Zhou even wanted to give it a try.

Let the old man play a roller coaster or something before he dies.

It's just that this project can be a bit life consuming.

At this moment, Feng Yuanshan's voice suddenly sounded.

"Can you... teach me how to get back?"

"Go back what?"

"Rebirth, what the book says? Teach me to be reborn, I want to see Peipei."

hum-

Hear this.

Jiang Zhou's shoulders suddenly trembled, and his mind went blank.

Sure enough, the old man had already grasped the key point.

Last time, in order to scare him, he predicted an earthquake abroad.

He really didn't think much about that.

This is the biggest secret of his life!

After that, he must have done a lot of research on himself.

From his own business behavior, he analyzed the strangeness that he was always one step ahead of others.

Plus the ability to predict earthquakes.

He could easily come to the conclusion of being born again.

But Jiang Zhou did not expect that Feng Yuanshan would actually believe it!

"Can't you?"

Jiang Zhou pretended to be calm and didn't squint: "Nervousness, do you believe in sand sculptures?"

"..."

Feng Yuanshan sighed slightly and looked at the distant mountains.

Then fell silent again.