C386 A Black Eulogy

What did Yan Yilang want? However, at this moment, he could already hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

He had no choice but to give up.

"Director Yan, why did you come to this place?"

At the door of a house, Gao Yang saw Yan Yilang.

"Nothing. After going to the bathroom, I walked around. Director Gao was quite elegant. Not only did he plant plum blossoms in the backyard, but he also planted plum blossoms in the garden. There are flowers in the house." After saying that, Yan Yilang stroked a bottle of brilliant daffodil in the corridor.

Later on, Yan Yilang went over for business reasons. He handed over a note and stuffed it into the crack of the small basement door. He waited until the next time he came over before getting a reply.

Since then, it was a powerful witness who had mastered Gao Yang's crime.

Traffic assault, intentional murder, intentional assault, illegal imprisonment and several crimes. Gao Yang, you can go through the bottom of the prison.

Time passed quietly.

Yan Yilang returned to his thoughts. He did not know if Qiao Xinyou was completely clear about what happened that year. If she was really clear about it, then he could understand Qiao Xinyou's hatred.

But now, the more troublesome thing was that Yan Yilang did not know how to speak to Qiao Xinyou. He also did not know how to get Qiao Xinyou's forgiveness.

Although he had been in prison for five years, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it.

The coffee in front of him turned cold again.

Yan Yilang stood up and walked out with his windbreaker and jacket. At this time, his leisure time should be in a good show. He should go and pick her up.

Receiving Qiao Xinyou, this kind of thing had formed an invisible tacit understanding.

His wife, if he did not accept, would she have to pretend to be someone else?

However, when it was film set's turn, Yan Yilang only knew that Qiao Xinyou had already finished filming today's scene this morning. And this afternoon, Qiao Xinyou had run off to no one knew where.

When he returned to the car, Yan Yilang started to call Qiao Xinyou, "Youyou, where are you?"

There was a whistling sound from the other side of the phone.

He paused for a few seconds.

Qiao Xinyou lightly replied, "I am at the cemetery."

She leaned against the tombstone and looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone. It was quiet, without tears, and without a word. Everything seemed to have been frozen, forever motionless.

Tomb. This word was like a heavy, black eulogy.

It was very depressing.

Yan Yilang's limbs became somewhat stiff.

He put down his phone and raised his hand to stroke his forehead. His brows were furrowed, and he felt that it was unfair no matter what.

Was he going to the cemetery to see his father? Why did it have to be at this time?

Things were no longer under control.

Why did the route that should have been parallel change?

Yan Yilang also went to the cemetery. He did not go near, but watched from afar, watching that strong woman collapse in front of hatred.

Long live, I thought I could warm you, and I thought that I could make you forget hatred and start anew.

However, in the end, I still couldn't.

"Dad, are you living well in heaven?" Qiao Xinyou asked gently.

If there was no answer, there would not be an answer either.

A gentle breeze blew and messed up her hair. She felt a little cold. This kind of coldness was bone-piercing and her lips were a little purple.

After a long time, Qiao Xinyou tilted her head and caressed the photo on the tombstone.

The man in the photo was very young and half of Qiao Xinyou's appearance was similar to that of Qiao Jie Ming.

"My father is so handsome, so why wouldn't that woman like him? Was it because he was so desperate that he chose to commit suicide? Dad, you are really selfish. You only left me and Xinyan behind. " Qiao Xinyou wanted to laugh, but she smiled and laughed, but she cried again.

The ancient people said that women were made of water. In the past, she always joked that she was made of cement. It seemed that it was not. She was also made of water. She loved to cry so much that she could not control her tears.

She nagged for a long time.

Many of the things that happened when she was young, those memories flooded over like a tidal wave.

In his memory, his father was a very serious person. He was usually very strict and always said that girls had to have proper upbringing. He couldn't do this or do that.

But the strange thing was, the one who brought the two sisters to the amusement park was his father. The one who made delicious food was also her father and the one who would tell the story was also her father... Qiao Xinyou thought about it and in fact, her father should be gentle. However, she was a little unlucky and had a serious face. When he did not smile, he was serious. When he smiled, he was still serious.

Pffft, Qiao Xinyou broke her tears into laughter.

"Dad, I think I misunderstood you."

At that time, you were the only one who cared about Xinyan and me. That woman also treated us coldly because she didn't love you.

Dad, why did you like that woman, Hsiao Yuxi? If it was another woman who liked you, it would be fine. Perhaps that way, you wouldn't die.

The sky began to darken.

It was as if ink had been poured into clear water, and it was soon dyed black.

Without the warm sunlight, the sky also turned cold.

Qiao Xinyou's fingers were frozen stiff.

She trembled a little. Perhaps it was because it was cold, she even forgot to talk to Yan Yilang not long ago. She said to Yan Yilang over the phone, "Yilang, don't come over. I want to stay alone for a while."

"Okay." Yan Yilang agreed.

But how could he let Qiao Xinyou be alone in the cemetery? This girl was even afraid of watching ghost movies for a few days and could not sleep, not to mention going to a place like the cemetery.

Finally, Yan Yilang could not continue watching. Qiao Xinyou was so cold, helpless, and so lonely.

He slowly walked forward and put his coat on Qiao Xinyou.

"Long live."

Qiao Xinyou raised her head. Her gaze was solemn, as if she had gathered the light in the day. "Yilang."

A soft sound.

Why did this fellow come? Didn't we agree not to come here? Didn't we agree to give him a moment of silence?

Bad guy, disobedient guy.

"Let's go home."

"My dad is here." Qiao Xinyou sounded like she was about to cry.

"He is in heaven."

"He was killed by someone."

"The bad guys will get their retribution."

"Will the bad guys get their revenge?"

"They will."

"Yan Yilang, do you know who bad people are?" Yan Yilang asked. Qiao Xinyou stood up, only ten centimeters away from Yan Yilang.

She could not stand stably, probably because she had been leaning against the tombstone for a long time.

Everyone knew who the "bad guy" was.

But she didn't have the courage to point out this bad guy.

That was Yan Yilang's father.

Yan Yilang said that he would. Could it be that he wanted him to personally send his father to prison?

No, no, no, she knew Yan Yilang would not do such a thing.

Yan Yilang saw her wobbling and reached out to support her.

Qiao Xinyou shook Yan Yilang's hand away and took a few steps back. The coat on her body fell off and the wind blew her hair even messier.

That was an involuntary reaction and she involuntarily started to retreat.

A trace of injury slid across Yan Yilang's heart. He did not know why Qiao Xinyou would do such a alienating action. He clearly had a good time a few days ago, but why... Could it be that Youyou also knew what his father was doing behind his back?

Yan Yilang moved forward a little.

Qiao Xinyou wanted to retreat again.

Yan Yilang could only stop his steps.

He stretched out his hand and hung it in the air. Then, like a broken wing, it fell down. A sense of loss surged wildly.

Qiao Xinyou suddenly went forward and hugged Yan Yilang.

Her arm wrapped around his waist.