Chapter 224 He went to the cemetery, the bright moon entered his heart (Part 1)

Xie Dingyuan: "If you make trouble again, get off the car."

Shen Qiannan was quiet.

"Let's go, Lao Zhang."

“Hey!”

There was no conversation for a long while, and Xie Dingyuan closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Suddenly, "Old Xie, I think it's not right after thinking about it."

Xie Dingyuan didn't open his eyes, and asked calmly: "When have you ever felt it was right?"

"...I'm not kidding you. Uncle Ming's return this time is so strange..."

Xie Dingyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

Shen Qiannan: "It's obvious that he is required to be in charge of the Tingzhou test area and the launch center, but he actually showed up in the imperial capital before the Red 7 test explosion. It doesn't make sense at all!"

Mingyu had left half an hour ago. According to Zeng Chuan, he went back to rest.

"...But I saw the car wasn't heading back to the city, but towards the suburbs. What was he doing out in the suburbs at this hour?"

Xie Dingyuan's eyes flashed slightly. In the suburbs?

Sure enough, he came back to see that person.

"Old Xie? I was asking you a question, why are you so stunned?"

"...You ask me, who should I ask?"

"But I see you're being so secretive, it doesn't seem like you know anything."

Shen Qiannan's personality is a bit flamboyant, but he is not stupid, and he is good at observing people's words and expressions.

"What's going on?"

Xie Dingyuan: "Actually, I don't know much. After Ming Yu fell out with his family, he went to the Northwest Research Institute in a fit of anger and applied for permanent residency. He only returns to the imperial capital on Mid-Autumn Festival, New Year's Eve, and December 7th each year, but he never sets foot in the Ming family's home."

"Mid-Autumn Festival is coming up soon, and Red 7 happened to be scheduled for a test explosion on that day. He couldn't get away, so he came back early."

Chen Qiannan looked puzzled: "What is so important that he needs to return to the imperial capital at this time?"

"If I'm not mistaken, he should be on his way to the cemetery now."

"Cemetery?!" Shen Qiannan was shocked. "Who is he offering sacrifices to?"

Xie Dingyuan's eyes were filled with confusion. After a long pause, he slowly spoke, "...a legend that no one has surpassed to this day."

Shen Qiannan was not from the Eight Great Families and knew very little about their internal situation. He was confused when he heard this: “What legend?”

Xie Dingyuan stopped talking and looked out the car window. A bright moon was hanging high in the sky.

…

In the suburbs, Rose Cemetery.

"Madam, a bouquet of daisies and a bouquet of red roses."

The woman looked up in surprise, and saw the familiar peaked cap. She couldn't see the true face under the brim, but her exposed jaw was smooth and white as snow. "It's you again, girl?"

It was she who came to buy red roses last time.

"Yeah." Jiang Fuyue nodded slightly.

Once the results of the physics competition are out tomorrow, she probably won't come again for a long time. It's a good opportunity to take a taxi and come over to see her since I'm free today.

As for Zhong Ziang and the other three, Jiang Fuyue took a walk to digest his food, then made an excuse to go back to the dormitory and slipped away. By now, they had probably all gone home.

The proprietress quickly wrapped the flowers and handed them over: "This is the last bouquet of red roses today. I wish you good luck."

"Thank you for your kindness." Jiang Fuyue gave the money, took the flowers, turned around and left.

The proprietress looked at her back as she walked away and couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong with you?" The boss came out from the back, holding a bundle of broken branches. "You're sighing. Are you unhappy?"

"The girl who bought red roses and went to the cemetery before is here again. When I see her, I think of another one from twenty years ago..."

"Alright, alright, it's been so long, why are you still nagging me? I'm probably already a happy family with two children, and I've long since gotten over the loss of my loved one."

"That's right. When I first saw her, I felt that she was not an ordinary person. Her temperament and eyes were absolutely amazing!"

"Is everything packed? We're getting ready to close."

"Hey! Right now!"

…

Jiang Fuyue entered the cemetery, climbed the stairs and stopped in front of two tombstones.

He casually threw the daisy aside, turned around and carefully brushed away the dust on Zhao Chuxiu's monument, then bent down, put down the red rose, and adjusted the tilt angle.

Don’t treat people differently, but don’t be too obvious.

The night is getting darker and the dew is heavier, the wind passes without a trace.

Jiang Fuyue stood in front of the stele, as if merging into the darkness: "Mom, I found my master."

"He is in good health, but his hair has turned a lot whiter. I almost didn't recognize him."

"It's still the same as before. I love playing games and teaming up with elementary school students. Every time I lose, I nag them to study hard."

"I wanted him to stay and live with Niu Rui, but he seemed reluctant and left with his schoolbag on his back."

"Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered yesterday that the schoolbag was the one you gave him back then. No wonder he was reluctant to change it."

"Although he didn't say it, I know he missed you very much. I'll bring him here next time I have the chance, okay?"

Jiang Fuyue looked at the smiling woman in the photo and said, "Don't worry, I will try my best to give him a home so that he can enjoy his old age."

"Oh, and I have to supervise him to change this bad habit of staying up late. What if he becomes bald?"

"He even gave himself the WeChat name 'World's Most Handsome Guy'. He's narcissistic and cocky, but every time he calls me 'Little Moon', he's gentle and kind..."

Jiang Fuyue talked a lot, all about Ye Qianji.

She knew that Zhao Chuxiu wanted to hear it.

As for herself...

Jiang Fuyue: "I won't say anything. Anyway, you know that no matter where I am or what my identity is, as long as I am alive, I will definitely live a good life."

So, don't worry, Mom...

After saying what needed to be said, Jiang Fuyue didn't stay any longer.

When I was going down, I happened to see two figures walking up, holding something in their hands.

When they passed by, she took a quick glance and found that the two people were carrying a wheelchair with a man sitting in it.

The lights were too dim and the night was too dark, so before I could see the other person clearly, I had already passed him/her by.

She didn't stop, left the cemetery and took a taxi away.

…

"Professor Ming, we're here."

The two assistants put the wheelchair down, and the man, with a pair of dull, blue-gray pupils, reached out to touch the tombstone in front of him.

He walked down slowly, his hands were covered with dust, but he was unaware of it. It was not until he touched the word "Lou" that a smile appeared on his indifferent face.

Next came the word "Ming", and his smile deepened.

Finally, his fingertips brushed across the "moon", carefully outlining the carved lines with nostalgia, back and forth, over and over again, not knowing what he was recalling. Tenderness slowly appeared in the man's eyes, as if he was caressing his lover's cheek.

The corners of the eyes and eyebrows are full of attachment.

"Mingyue... I'm here to see you..." The hoarse and slightly choked voice sounded particularly sad in the quiet night.

The two assistants looked at each other, stepped back consciously, and stood still only when they could no longer hear the sound.

Three times a year, for twenty consecutive years, rain or shine, they have always accompanied Professor Ming.

"Tell me, what's the point of our professor doing this? He's been gone for twenty years, and he's still obsessed with it."

"What's that? You didn't see it when Professor Ming had a falling out with his family. That was truly earth-shattering. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was a declaration of war against the entire world."

"Ah? I don't know that. Brother, can you tell me about it?"

"It's all in the past. What's there to talk about? Just look at the relationship between our professor and the Ming family now, and you can imagine how tense it was back then."

"But isn't Patriarch Ming already deceased? Father and son don't hold grudges overnight. Besides, death is like the extinguishing of a candle. What is there to be unforgivable?"

"Don't try to persuade others to be kind unless you've experienced their suffering. Our professor is deeply hurt and will never let it go..."

Unless the woman comes back to life, but how is that possible?

After all, it's still a dead end.

"Then... is the Master's wife buried in the tomb?"

"I don't know. But one year I heard the professor touch the name on the tombstone and say... If you had agreed back then, we would definitely be very happy now. Even if we weren't husband and wife, we should have been lovers, right?"

"That's the future Master's Wife...but why did she die?"

"I'm not sure about that. All I know is that she was born into a noble family and was incredibly talented. The professor has said more than once that if that person were still around, there would be no place for him in the physics community."

"Hiss! Is the future teacher's wife so amazing? No wonder the professor is still alone because of her."

No wife, no home, no sons, no daughters.

"I really want to see with my own eyes what a beautiful lady my future teacher's wife is. She's the one who can keep the professor obsessed with her. Hey, Senior Brother, do you think this is what's called 'white moonlight'?"

My heart and eyes are filled with the bright moon, and I can no longer see any other light, no matter whether it is the sun or the stars, the sky or the Milky Way.

First update, 3,000 words.

White Moonlight is coming...

The second update time is tentatively scheduled for 6:30 pm. Please check the comment section for details.

(End of this chapter)