Chapter 678 Save Until You Are Old and Gray

"I'll bring it to you to eat."

She picked up a dumpling with chopsticks and placed it in front of the tombstone. "Look, the dumplings I made are still as good. If you were here, you would definitely be able to eat a lot of them."

She placed the dumpling in front of the tombstone, then picked one up and put it to her mouth.

"You can't eat it, so I'll help you eat it."

She ate them one by one, but in a while, as she ate, she burst into tears. The dumplings were delicious. They tasted like before. They were Lu Yi's favorite taste and the one she was most familiar with. smell.

But why, she felt a little bitter.

It's bitter and a bit hard to swallow.

She ate a large lunch box of dumplings into her stomach, but it was enough to make her cry. She put down her lunch box, moved her body forward, and sat on the edge of the tombstone. She stretched out her hands and hugged the tombstone tightly.

The tombstone was cold and without temperature, just like the flood that almost drowned her.

She pressed her face against the tombstone. Only in this way could she get closer to him.

"Don't worry, I promise you, I will definitely do it. I will drink soup well, eat well, and take good care of your parents. I will treat them like my biological parents."

"I'll guard you for the rest of my life, okay?"

"I'll guard you all my life, even if it's your tombstone."

When Yan Huan came out, she saw Yi Ling's car parked at the entrance of the cemetery. She paused and then walked slowly over.

In fact, it would be false to say that she doesn't complain. However, many things may really be destined. She can't blame all the mistakes on one person, as that will not be fair to anyone.

She said that Yi Ling was not to blame for this matter, but her.

However, she still needs time to let herself go and let others go.

She got into the car, placed the empty lunch box on her lap, and then unconsciously rubbed it with her fingers.

"Huanhuan, where should I take you back, the Lu family or yours?" Yi Ling stopped the car and asked Yan Huan. On the left is the Lu family, and to the right is the home of Yan Huan and Lu Yi.

"Let's go to my house." Yan Huan still hugged the lunch box. Her stomach was a little bloated and it was not very comfortable. Especially when she sat in the car, she felt like vomiting. She gently leaned her back against the one behind her. On the seat, he held the lunch box tightly in his arms.

Yan Huan changed her shoes and walked in. She entered the kitchen and washed all the lunch boxes. Then she came out, turned around, and walked into the bedroom where she and Lu Yi used to be.

She took off her shoes and lay down on the big bed. It seemed that there was still some scent of Lu Yi on it, the scent of cottonwood, which was very fragrant and painful.

She curled her body tightly into a ball, just wanting to feel more and remember more. However, it took too long, and it seemed that the only thing left behind was the smell of laundry detergent. It still smells good, but it no longer belongs to Lu Yi.

She didn't know how long she had been lying like this. She stood up again, folded the quilt and other things, and pulled the sheets neatly.

Opening the cabinet, there were Lu Yi's clothes inside. She took out one piece, put it under her nose and smelled it.

The smell of laundry detergent.

She took out another piece, but it still had the same smell. It wasn't until she got the third piece that she hung the clothes in dejectedly. In fact, none of them had his breath.

She closed the cabinet and walked into the study. There was a large bookshelf in the study. Most of the books on the bookshelf had been read by Lu Yi. On the table were his commonly used pens, materials, and the two of them. Photos of people.

Yan Huan took the photo over, wiped it gently with her sleeve, and carefully put it back on the table. She sat down and opened the notebook on the table, which she gave to Lu Yi. , Lu Yi has been using it. Every morning, he will take the notebook to the procuratorate, and when he comes back, he will bring the notebook back again. This notebook is almost always with him.

She typed in her notebook, which had a password.

She thought for a while, then clumsily typed in a few numbers with her fingers.

her birthday.

Lu Yi's numbers are very good, but she is not good at it. She forgets easily. Sometimes she can't even remember her own phone number, so all their family passwords, bank card numbers, mobile phone card passwords, any passwords that are useful, Lu Yi said that it was all set to be her birthday.

Yan Huan pressed the enter key.

The computer screen was already on, and she began to flip through the contents of Lu Yi's notebook. They were all complicated work notes, which she couldn't understand until she flipped through a photo album.

The photo album was also encrypted, so she entered her birthday and, um, opened it.

There were a lot of photos inside, all of them. She checked the dates of the photos, and it seemed that they started when she played the role of Little Golden Silkworm. Only now did she know that he had actually been paying attention to her for such a long time. .

She flipped through the pages, and it turned out that he had saved many of them without even realizing it.

She turned to the last one again, and there were words underneath the photo.

During my lifetime, I hope I can keep you until you are gray-haired.

Suddenly, she covered her face, and at that moment, she burst into tears.

Yes, I will, she said, telling herself, and also telling the man who can be said to no longer exist, that I will definitely take pictures of my gray hair, and I will walk the rest of the way, and I will also take the rest of the pictures.

She closed the computer, and she would take it back. Lu Yi didn't leave much, and the computer was what he used before, so she had to take it with her. Every time she saw the computer, she would think of him and remember him.

She held the notebook in her arms, and when she returned to the Lu family, she brought someone back.

It was the nanny she hired for her family.

"Why did you bring her here?" Ye Shuyun looked at Yan Huan. There was already a nanny at home. At first, there was a simple girl, but later she left. Then an older one came and took care of Yan Huan. She was very nice and attentive. However, what was not done well at home? The nanny of the Lu family was standing aside and wanted to cry. Was she really not doing well? If so, she could change it. There was no need to overturn her job like this.

"Auntie can make health-preserving soup," Yan Huan hugged the notebook in her arms tightly, "I promised Lu Yi to drink the soup made by Auntie."

Ye Shuyun's voice suddenly stopped, and she stretched out her hand to adjust Yan Huan's hair.