Chapter 615: Dancing, just to make up the numbers

Lu Qingye briefly told Meng Chuyuan the story of the pair of rings, including the connection with the oil painting he gave to Meng Chuyuan two years ago.

Meng Chuyuan still has an impression of the painting. A man is leading a horse, and a woman is riding on the horse's back. In the sunny environment, the scene is warm and healing.

When Meng Chuyuan received this painting, he liked it very much. The style was not only delicate, but also had a niche and fresh style.

Meng Chuyuan: "What about his wife? How is she now?"

"He's dead."

"...Okay." Originally, Meng Chuyuan wanted to get to know this painter, but felt a little regretful when he heard the news that he had passed away.

However, Meng Chuyuan felt that it was fate that he could meet Mr. Brian tonight.

…

Halfway through the party, everyone was asked to do ballroom dancing together.

As soon as they heard that they had to dance, Meng Chuyuan and Lu Qingye's bodies stiffened unconsciously.

When the music started in the venue, everyone around had already found a dance partner and immersed themselves in it, but Meng Chuyuan and Lu Qingye were still staring at each other, completely confused, not knowing how to proceed.

Everyone was dancing, and there was no point for them to just stand there, so they were forced to join in.

Meng Chuyuan clasped one hand with Lu Qingye's and placed the other hand on his shoulder, swaying slightly from side to side. "Can you dance?"

"No." He had never participated in this kind of social gathering before. Firstly, he couldn't dance, secondly, he didn't have a female companion, and he himself didn't like crowded occasions.

Aside from the circling movement, Meng Chuyuan didn't follow the other dance steps at all. "What should I do? I don't know how to do it either."

"Just jump."

No one noticed anyway.

The thugs can still get by.

"You kicked me."

"You stepped on my shoe too."

“…”

The two danced without any rules, and they didn't know how many times they stepped on each other's shoes during the dance.

So when someone later invited them to dance alone, they both refused.

——

After returning home.

Qingming Festival is coming in a few days.

In the morning, Meng Chuyuan and Lu Qingye bought some tributes and then drove to Haicheng.

It was a gray day with a light rain. Meng Chuyuan was silent along the way, staring blankly at the water droplets on the car window.

She didn't know what her mood was at the moment, she just felt a sense of calmness mixed with chaos.

After getting off the highway, Lu Qingye saw that she was still in a depressed state and couldn't help asking, "What are you thinking about?"

Hearing Lu Qingye's words, Meng Chuyuan changed his posture, turned his gaze straight ahead, and replied randomly: "I wonder if their graves are still there..."

Lu Qingye: "..."

Noticing that their speed was slowing down and the road they were taking was becoming increasingly remote, Meng Chuyuan then realized that they were getting closer and closer to their destination.

After about half an hour, they finally arrived at the village entrance.

Unlike cities, there are no cemeteries in rural areas. After death, people are basically buried in their own fields or hillsides.

Although Meng Chuyuan had not been back for a long time and the appearance of the village had changed a bit, there was one road she had always recognized.

After Meng Chuyuan and Lu Qingye got off the car at the village road, they carried the tribute and walked along many winding, overgrown paths.

To be honest, Meng Chuyuan didn't know why, but she was quite nervous...

It was not until she stopped under a big tree that Lu Qingye discovered two relatively obvious mounds of earth among the surrounding weeds.

There is nothing else besides this.