Chapter 702 A Ming, You Have to Wait for Me
Shen Qing stared at Lu Tingchuan quietly for two seconds, then opened her lips slightly and spoke out the cruel facts in a light tone.
"You never thought about Jiang Yiming's death. He is dead."
"You never thought that video would get out, and it went viral."
"You never thought I would be injured so much, but every scar on my body is related to you."
"You never thought things would turn out like this between us, but who caused it?"
"Lu Tingchuan, tell me, is there anything else you haven't thought about?" After saying the last word, Shen Qing sneered mockingly.
Shen Qing was unable to use any strength. In the fight against Lu Tingchuan, she had used up all her strength, not a single bit left.
"open……"
"No, I won't let go." Lu Tingchuan held Shen Qing tightly like a child. He had a hunch that if he didn't hold Shen Qing tighter at this moment, there would be no future between them.
He remembered that a long time ago, he held his mother's body in the same way. His mother's body was also so cold and stiff, and no matter how hard he hugged her, he could not warm her up.
With trembling hands, he grabbed Shen Qing's cold hand tightly: "Shen Qing, I'm sorry... I don't want to let you go, I'm sorry, I..." The huge grief overwhelmed Lu Tingchuan's nerves. He lost the calmness he was proud of. It turned out that he could become so cowardly, so cowardly that he could kneel in front of a woman and deeply repent.
Shen Qing couldn't make any expression. She only felt a damp and cool feeling on her neck, which went all the way to her heart.
No matter how much Lu Tingchuan regretted it now, she could not forgive him.
No matter how warm his heart was, he could not warm her dead heart.
As they drove along, they could hear Lu Tingchuan's muffled sobs all the way, as if they were placed in a separate space and there were only the two of them left in the world.
"Lu Tingchuan, there's one more thing..." She still had one last thing to complete.
"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."
"I want to go see Jiang Yiming, to see his grave and his tombstone."
Lu Tingchuan was speechless for a moment. His throat hurt so much, as if a toothpick was stuck in it. After a long pause, he nodded, "Okay, I'll take you there."
Jiang Yiming died on May 30th. Time flies so fast and it’s almost July now.
After July comes August. In the seventh month of the lunar calendar there is the Chinese Valentine's Day. After the Chinese Valentine's Day comes the Ghost Festival. Then comes the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the sweet-scented osmanthus fills the air.
She remembered that last year, when she and Jiang Yiming were together, they had agreed to celebrate Chinese Valentine's Day together "next year".
A Ming, you must wait for me, we want to celebrate Chinese Valentine's Day together.
Lu Tingchuan buried his face in Shen Qing's neck, not noticing that Shen Qing was smiling softly at this moment, which was filled with countless prayers.
It was already late when they returned to J City. After a tiring day, Lu Tingchuan also wanted Shen Qing to have a rest and go again tomorrow morning.
But Shen Qing insisted on going to the cemetery.
Lu Tingchuan was driving the car to the cemetery, and he asked the driver to go back.
It was already seven o'clock in the evening when we arrived at the cemetery. There were few people here. At night, there were only a few street lights. It is said that places where the dead are buried are full of gloomy energy.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but we are all in J City, but this cemetery area is much colder.
"Stop right here."
Lu Tingchuan didn't stop the car, but slowed down: "We're still some distance from the cemetery."
"Lu Tingchuan, do you think I would let you appear in front of Jiang Yiming's grave?"
"Squeak--" Lu Tingchuan suddenly stepped on the accelerator to stop.
Shen Qing sat in the passenger seat, clutching her seatbelt tightly. Without even glancing at Lu Tingchuan, she stared at the lonely streetlight outside the window and said, "You're the one who killed him. You're not even worthy of being within a 500-meter radius of his grave."
"Okay, I won't go." Lu Tingchuan said with difficulty and unlocked the car door.
Shen Qing unbuckled her seat belt without hesitation, opened the car door, and got out.
Looking at Shen Qing who didn't even turn around, Lu Tingchuan said in a hoarse voice: "Be careful."
Lu Tingchuan watched Shen Qing's figure disappear from his sight. He stood up, opened the car door and got out. He lit a cigarette and looked up at the sky following the green smoke.
——Jiang Yiming died in the year when Shen Qing felt the most guilty, sorry and loved him the most. It became a permanent scar. Lu Tingchuan didn't know how to snatch the love from a dead person.
When Jiang Yiming was alive, he couldn't win Shen Qing's heart, but now that he is dead, Shen Qing's heart is dead too.
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Shen Qing didn't stop and walked towards the cemetery. She stepped on the shadows on the ground and looked at the long shadow under the dim street light.
She looked up at the sky. It was great. There were many stars today, and the star right above her head was the biggest and brightest. She looked at the starry sky, and suddenly she seemed to see Jiang Yiming smiling with high spirits.
Shen Qing hummed the song "Wedding in a Dream", which seemed even more sad in the quiet night.
She ran towards the cemetery, running faster and faster. Even though she was so tired that she couldn't breathe, she kept running. She was running desperately towards Jiang Yiming.
The night wind stung her face, as if trying to stop her from moving forward. A smile appeared on Shen Qing's face.
After arriving at the cemetery and completing the registration process, Shen Qing bought paper money, incense sticks, and a bunch of baby's breath at a shop that was about to close. She held the flowers in one hand and a plastic bag in the other.
There are many lonely graves in the cemetery. Shen Qing used to be very timid and afraid of everything: the dead, ghosts, graves, and cemeteries.
But now she is not afraid of anything, because the ghosts in the graves in this cemetery are the people she longs to see day and night but cannot see.
There were many tombstones in the cemetery. Shen Qing found the location right away. She went in and started looking. She found Jiang Yiming's tombstone and saw a couple standing in front of it.
Those are Jiang Yiming's parents.
Her already heavy steps now seemed to be chained, and her heavy breathing made Jiang's father and mother discover her.
The two of them recognized it as Shen Qing at a glance.
Anyone could choose to escape at this time, but Shen Qing couldn't. Shen Qing walked over step by step, and when she was five steps away, she bent her legs and knelt down.
After a month, Jiang's father and mother, who had lost their son, looked haggard, with white hair. Jiang's mother was thin, and when she saw Shen Qing kneeling on the ground, she shook weakly.
This is Shen Qing, whom A Ming likes, the person he is willing to protect with his life.
When Jiang's father saw Shen Qing kneeling down, he was stunned. He was not magnanimous. As a father, he could not forget Jiang Yiming's death, nor could he forgive those who killed him.
He couldn't even forgive himself, so how could he forgive Shen Qing?
If Jiang Yiming had not met Shen Qing, he would still be fine now, instead of lying here alone.
"How dare you come here? Get out of here! Get out!" Father Jiang pointed at Shen Qing, his hands shaking.
Shen Qing didn't say anything, but just kowtowed to the ground, each time harder than the last. In the quiet night, the only sound was her muffled kowtow.
She didn't know how to face Jiang Yiming's parents. Saying "I'm sorry" would be like rubbing salt into their hearts.
Jiang's mother looked at Shen Qing, whose head was bleeding from knocking against her chest. She pulled Jiang's father hard and shook her head at him: "Let's go. She can come if she wants. Ming wants to see her."
She had promised Jiang Yiming that she would not make things difficult for Shen Qing.
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