In the evening, Fu Yu came to the cemetery wearing sunglasses.

It was drizzling lightly, but he didn't hold an umbrella. He let the cold rain drizzle him all over his body. The man who had always been carefree suddenly became depressed.

He took off his sunglasses, his clear and beautiful peach blossom eyes were stained red, he lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and coughed repeatedly.

Fu Yu and Zhao Xu have not been idle these days.

As Yu Jinwen's best brothers and comrades-in-arms during his lifetime, the two of them sent him off on his last journey and arranged his funeral affairs properly.

Zhao Xu watched Yu Jinwen die in front of his own eyes, but Fu Yu couldn't even see him for the last time. When he saw him, it was in the cold morgue.

The old metaphor has really turned into an old dried fish.

"We have experienced so many difficult missions in the army before, escaped from death countless times, and had many encounters with the god of death. We survived all of them."

Fu Yu puffed out snow-white smoke and coughed again, his voice unspeakably hoarse, "I didn't expect him to just leave like this, without even saying hello to me. It's his grandma's fault."

Nan Song squatted in front of the tombstone. Yu Jinwen in the photo had a serious face and a pair of beautiful, narrow eyes, dark and deep, as if he had a lot to say.

It's a pity that they can no longer hear it.

Fu Yu couldn't hear his "goodbye".

She also never heard his "sorry" again.

It was raining heavily, Luo Junheng and others sent Mr. Nan back, while Nan Song got into Fu Yu's car and wanted to have a drink with him.

Luo Junheng frowned, but in the end he didn't stop him. He just said: "Pay attention to yourself and don't vomit bile out again."

Nan Song said no.

Quan Yeqian gave Fu Yu a warning look, "Take good care of her for me."

It was rare that Fu Yu didn't quarrel with Quan Yeqian, "Don't worry. I'll send her back before nine o'clock."

*

I found a music bar, and when I entered, a resident singer was talking about the guitar and singing folk songs.

There weren't many people in the bar and it was quite quiet.

Fu Yu wanted to order some low-alcohol fruit wine for Nan Song, but Nan Song glared at him and ordered red wine instead.

She didn't come here to taste wine with him, but to get drunk.

After downing a large glass of red wine, Fu Yu stretched out his hand to stop her, "Drink less. If you drink yourself to death, you will really die in love with Lao Yu."

The sentence "die for love" made Nan Song unable to hold back. He vomited all over the floor, choked on the wine, and coughed violently.

"Hey, tell me about you..."

Fu Yu walked over and patted her on the back, took out two tissues and handed them to her, and wiped her mouth.

The waiter came over and took a mop to clean the floor. Fu Yu gave him a tip of two hundred yuan and thanked him.

As he spoke, a smell of tobacco came over him.

Nan Song lit up a cigarette and puffed away, looking drunk and corrupted, which was very unlike her.

Fu Yu took a deep look at her, feeling as if he had seen her again half a year ago when he first saw her among the water and clouds, that little wild cat whose eyes were filled with sadness but whose appearance was wanton and indulgent.

From beginning to end, it was just Yu Jinwen who could turn her into this.

"What kind of trouble are you trying to make?"

Fu Yu said: "After Lao Yu left, you let yourself go? Or do you regret it?"

Nan Song raised his eyebrows and stared at him with a pair of red and cold eyes.

"What do you regret?"

Fu Yu: "I regret not forgiving him."

He looked at Nan Song with a slight lump in his throat, "You still love him, right?"

Nan Song smoked a cigarette and said nothing.

A beam of light flashed over and shook her eyes, causing her eyes to burn. She squinted slightly and her vision became blurry.
Chapter completed!