Chapter 333: The younger man is very fierce and crazy (74)

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Unfortunately, there are no flights from Kyoto to Linjiang City today, and the earliest flight tomorrow is at 9:30 am.

But Fu Jinan didn't want to wait any longer, not even for a moment.

He just wanted to see her immediately and resolve all his doubts.

After applying for the route, Fu Jinan boarded a helicopter to Linjiang City at three o'clock in the afternoon.

The transparent windows blocked out the whistling wind from the outside world. On this limited-edition helicopter, which has only three in Kyoto, there was warmth and no wind or movement.

The noble man was half lying on the lounge chair, with a thin blanket covering his knees, and taking a nap with his eyes closed.

He looked tired, and his long, curly eyelashes drooped, but they couldn't hide the obvious dark circles under his eyes.

The next moment, the man raised his eyelids, and his beautiful, deep pupils blossomed like gems, extremely bewitching.

The skin that was carefully carved by God is frowning because of the trivial matters of the world. The scene can't help but make people wonder who can make such a beautiful person feel troubled.

As my gaze moved downward, I saw a thin envelope in front of the man, and everything had its answer.

Throughout the ages, the only thing that can make Buddhist disciples be attracted by the mundane world and high-ranking officials leave the mountains is love.

Fu Jinan had never felt so relaxed. He had let go of everything and nothing could hold him back anymore.

His goal was accurate and focused, which was to find Shen Yuan.

Chen Chen came along and stood beside Fu Jinan, warming his tea.

Hearing the slight sound of shuffling tissues, he tilted his head to look at Fu Jinan, his lips twitched twice, and he hesitated to ask

"Mr. Fu...if this trip still ends in disappointment, will you come again?"

Hearing this, Fu Jinan raised his eyelids, and a dark color appeared in his eyes.

"Won't."

He spoke softly, without waiting for Chen Chen to answer, and said without hesitation

“You won’t be disappointed.”

Chen Chen was stunned and looked up to meet Fu Jinan's determined and confident gaze.

At this moment, he seemed to understand why the person in front of him was so persistent and unwilling to give up.

Because once people in darkness see the sun, they will never want to go back to the dark days of the past.

And Chen Yuan is Fu Jinan's light.

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The helicopter landed at a fixed location accompanied by a strong wind and the cabin door was opened.

A tall and long-legged man walked out, his black windbreaker whistling in the wind, his hair on his forehead was messy, lightly touching his eyebrows and making the corners of his beautiful eyes red.

Even though he looked a little disheveled at the moment, the man was still so handsome that it was hard to look away.

According to the address given by Fu Jinan, Chen Chen drove for half an hour to reach his destination.

In front of me is the old house where Grandma Shen used to live, but it has been in disrepair for many years and is already shaky, as if it will collapse in the next second.

After Shen Yuan left, Fu Jinan said that he hated her, but he came to Linjiang City without telling anyone.

He watched the tiles on the roof gradually covered with moss, watched the once tight corners being corroded by rain, and watched the last trace of human habitation disappear here.

At that time, Fu Jinan always hoped that if Chen Yuan came back one day, he would definitely go to this old house and renovate it.

Then he can find her as soon as possible based on these traces.

Unfortunately, fantasy is beautiful and reality is cruel.

Fu Jinan waited in vain year after year, until he was exhausted and his hopes were dashed.

If someone asked him where Shen Yuan was most likely to appear, the only answer he could give was this place.

But at this moment, the answer is wrong.

She's not here...

It started to drizzle in Linjiang City, where the weather is changeable. The drizzle quickly wet a large area.

Fu Jinan stood dejectedly in the heavy rain, his back bent.

The coolness penetrated into his bones, and Fu Jinan's hair on his forehead was wet by the rain. He did not move, but just looked quietly at the dilapidated old house in front of him and fell into silence for a long time.

Chen Chen quickly opened his umbrella and said, "Mr. Fu, please hide in the car for a while."

A business car was parked not far away, with its windshield wipers pushing away the rain.

Afraid that Fu Jinan would catch a cold, Chen Chen held an umbrella in one hand and covered Fu Jinan's shoulders with a blanket with the other.

"Miss Shen is not here. It's useless to wait like this. Let's get in the car and hide for a while. Think about where else Miss Shen might go."

After he finished speaking, Fu Jinan finally responded.

He pulled the blanket off his shoulders and threw it into Chen Chen's arms, leaving behind three words.

"To the cemetery."

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The raindrops fell with the wind. When they reached the foot of the cemetery, Fu Jinan stopped Chen Chen from following.

He took the umbrella, holding a bunch of white daisies, and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step.

Linjiang City is rainy and autumn comes earlier than other places. The damp and cold weather accompanied by water stains that fall on the body soak into the skin.

The thin windbreaker could not withstand the cold at all. Fu Jinan's face turned pale from the cold, and his knuckles holding the umbrella handle were a little stiff.

As he got closer to the cemetery, his eyes lit up slightly and he quickened his pace.

Occasionally, small splashes of mud fell on his clothes. Fu Jinan gently brushed them away and carefully tidied his clothes.

He felt joy and anticipation for the upcoming meeting, but his head was so full that he had no room to think about what he would do if he didn't see Shen Yuan later.

Finally, Fu Jinan found the tomb he remembered.

The gravekeeper is very responsible and takes good care of the tomb, so no weeds grow there.

Even because of the rain, there is not a single stain on the tombstone, it is exceptionally clean.

But apart from these, there are no signs of human sacrifices.

Fu Jinan was stunned for a long time before he slowly bent down and placed the white daisy in front of the tombstone.

"Hello."

As soon as I opened my mouth, my throat hurt badly.

The incense in the corner of the cemetery had gone out, but fortunately it was sheltered from the rain and was not wet.

Fu Jinan half-knelt down with an umbrella in his hand and took out a silver lighter from his windbreaker pocket.

With a snap, blue flames jumped out.

Fu Jinan lit the incense and stuck it into the soil, then took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the water droplets off the tombstone.

Seeing the words "only daughter - Chen Yuan" engraved on the tombstone, Fu Jinan paused and a hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of his lips.

He slowly said, "My name is Fu Jinan, and I'm here to see you on behalf of A Yuan."

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Fu Jinan has always been a man of few words, but at this moment he was talking a lot in front of the tomb.

He did not mention his love-hate relationship with Shen Yuan, but only told him some family matters as a good friend of Shen Yuan.

But at the end of his speech, Fu Jinan felt his throat was dry, and he did not see the familiar figure appear.

He used clumsy methods to delay time, waiting for someone who might never appear again in this life.

The burning cigarette was still wet from the rain. Fu Jinan supported himself with his arms and stood up, his legs numb.

He felt his eyes were dry and uncomfortable, with a stabbing pain.

Perhaps the autumn wind was too cold, Fu Jinan thought.

But why is it that even though it’s cold, the heat in my eyes can’t be stopped?

Fu Jinan's body shook uncontrollably, and just before he burst into tears, he reached out to cover his eyes in embarrassment.

His palms were warm, and Fu Jinan said goodbye to Father Shen in a hoarse voice.

"I'll come see you again when I have time."

After saying that, Fu Jinan closed his eyes resignedly and picked up the black umbrella beside him.

At this moment, there was a light sound of footsteps behind him.