Zhou Du's mother came over, and Liang Yuan behaved more politely and greeted her: "Hello, Auntie."
Mother Zhou nodded, squinting her eyes as she looked at the family in front of the tombstone. She sighed deeply, "The Xia family suffered such a great change back then, and it wasn't easy for them to survive. It's all because of that scumbag husband Su Jinru. He dragged the whole family down..."
"Mom!" Zhou Du turned around and found Xu Yanfeng standing only a meter away from him. He didn't know when he came over, but he was like a ghost, silent and frightening. He quickly held his mother's hand to stop her from continuing, "Stop talking."
He didn't know whether Xu Yanfeng heard what his mother said, or how much he heard.
Xu Yanfeng looked towards him. Even through his sunglasses, Zhou Du could feel the pressure in his eyes, a gaze that probed deep into his soul, a creepy feeling. Zhou Du shuddered.
Mother Zhou didn't understand her son's concerns. She shook her head and sighed, "I shouldn't have said that. It's all in the past. Bringing it up will only make me sad."
"Yes, yes, yes." Zhou Du was eager to interrupt, "I'll help you to the side, let's not block the road here."
*
After grandma's funeral, Xia Xi prepared several tables of banquets in the hotel to thank the people who came to pay their respects.
Xu Yanfeng didn't go, but he didn't go far either. He was in the car next to the fountain roundabout in front of the hotel.
The driver who drove him was from Xu's subsidiary. It was his first time dealing with the CEO of the headquarters, and he didn't dare to breathe.
Xu Yanfeng took off his coat, balled it up, and tossed it on the seat next to him. The white thread in his buttonhole was still there. He hadn't slept all night and was feeling a little tired. With the car window halfway down, he fished out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and put it to his lips. He searched all his pockets but couldn't find his lighter. He must have dropped it somewhere along the way.
The driver saw this and turned around to hand over a lighter to the back of the car. It was the one he usually used, a red plastic lighter that cost two yuan.
The wind was whistling outside the car window. Xu Yanfeng clenched his hands together, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and the words of the middle-aged woman next to Zhou Du popped into his mind: The Xia family had experienced such a big change back then, it was not easy for them to survive.
This was his second time in Ganlin. Ever since he separated from Xia Xi, he didn't want to touch anything related to her. The apartment she lived in, the villa she visited, her hometown...
After sitting in the car for a long time, the cold wind that blew in dispelled the hot air from the air conditioner. The coldness enveloped his whole body, and Xu Yanfeng's finger bones turned red from the cold. He stared at the main entrance of the hotel, and people who had finished their meal came out one after another.
Catching a familiar face in the crowd, Xu Yanfeng put the cigarette into the extinguisher, pushed open the car door, got out, and walked towards the person with a clear goal.
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