The Perfect Hidden Marriage

  721, Unexpected Marriage 44 Tomorrow, let’s get the certificate!

  No matter how upset I am, I still went on Sunday.

  At eight o'clock, Kuang Meiyun took her son Kuang Yin and flew straight to Hong Kong with two bodyguards.

  At one o'clock in the afternoon, they stood at the exit, waiting quietly.

  The flight arrived on time, and accompanied by the flow of people, Peng Bairan was at the end, wearing sunglasses, black clothes, and awe-inspiring.

In the crowd, he was pushing his luggage alone, his feet were a little lame, and he walked a little awkwardly. Obviously, the injuries on his feet were not completely healed, and there was no one else beside him-that Shirley did not follow him. On his back, he carried a backpack on his back. The bag was bulging, and it seemed to be stuffed with things.

   "Dad..."

After seeing his father, whom he had not seen for half a month, Kuang Yin flew over.

  Peng Boran did not hold his son up and kiss fiercely as before, but faintly stretched out his hand, lightly stroked his son a few times, and asked in a low voice:

   "Do you miss dad?"

"think!"

  Kuang Yin nodded his head, expressing the thoughts in his mind with strong body language:

   "Dad, are you tired after flying so long in the plane?"

   "Not tired, let's go."

  Peng Boran took the child's hand and walked to Kuang Meiyun, who was standing still not far away.

  "Didn't you mean two people?"

   Kuang Meiyun asked softly, looking behind him and looking again, but no one followed him, she felt a sense of surprise in her heart.

   "Well, two people."

  He responded lightly, took off his sunglasses, his eyes deep.

   "Where is the other person? Aren't you waiting for her?"

   "In my backpack."

This sentence made Kuang Meiyun stunned, and looked straight to the back of the backpack, and was hit by something in her heart: This person will never do illegal things, so this backpack can be loaded. It can only be: a person's ashes.

   "Who died?"

  His dignified look is probably because of this reason!

   "Go, the car I asked to pick up should be waiting outside!"

  Peng Boran took the lead without giving any explanation.

  Kuang Meiyun glanced blankly, suspicious in her heart:

  This time, when he went back to England, did he go to get married or go to the funeral?

  *

   Victoria Harbour.

  Aboard a motorboat.

  Peng Boran put an ashes on a table of the Eight Immortals, and candles were lit on the table, and four nuns and four vegetarian offerings were placed on the table.

  Several high fragrances were ignited on his fingers, and there was a faint smell of high fragrance in the air, which diffused, and then he assigned the high fragrances to Kuang Meiyun and Kuang Yin's hands.

  "Xiao Yin, go over, kowtow to this uncle and give him incense."

  Peng Bairan gently ordered, his eyes quietly falling on the urn.

"Oh."

   On the ground in front of the table of the Eight Immortals, there was a red carpet. Kuang Yin knelt up and knocked three heads respectfully, then stood up, and under the guidance of Peng Bairan, inserted the incense into the incense burner.

   "Xiao Kuang, you also go to the incense!"

  He looked at Kuang Meiyun, with a sad expression in his expression:

   "It's a pity that I can't introduce you to him before he is alive. Now that he is gone, I should always fulfill his wish."

  In fact, Kuang Meiyun wanted to ask: Why should you introduce me to your friends to recognize. After all, I didn’t ask, the deceased is the big one, and respect is necessary.

  She did not knelt down and worshipped the incense deeply to show respect for the dead.

Peng Bairan watched, his expression warmed, and finally, he stepped forward and worshipped for three times. After inserting the incense, he looked at the bright and clear sky outside. His faint smile spread out little by little, and his mouth spoke softly. Speaking:

   "A Shao, now you can finally be happy...

  "My son, my son’s mother, you have seen them all, if there is really heaven in the world, you should be very pleased...

   "They are all pretty good, right!

   "Don't worry, I know what to do, and I will take care of it in the future.

   "What about you, just take care of yourself and go all the way...

   "Look, outside is your favorite Victoria Harbour, the place you miss most. The weather is very good today, can you feel it...

   "Do you smell the smell of osmanthus?"

   To the urn, this man with a cold look said a lot of emotional words.

  Kuang Meiyun listened quietly, feeling that the relationship between him and the deceased person was very deep, so deep that he was extremely saddened by the death of this person.

  So, she was confused again.

   Isn’t it, the thing that has troubled her in the past half month is all her own thoughts?

  In these days when he returned to the UK, he was basically suffering a colic and heartbroken life and death parting?

   "Dad, who is this person?"

   Kuang Yin stepped up, stared at the strange box and asked gently.

  Peng Boran lowered his head to look at him, touched his small face, and explained in a low voice:

   "That's Dad's best friend. He passed away."

   "Oh, how did he pass away?"

"Get ill."

  "Can it be cured?"

   "It can't be cured."

   "Dad, don't be too sad. You still have me and my mother!"

   Kuang Yin stretched out his hand like a small adult and patted Peng Boran on the back of his hand.

  He probably didn’t understand the specific meaning of death, but his words were extraordinarily warm.

   "Let’s get into the soil early for safety!"

  Kuang Meiyun also answered gently, and then went to take a good rest, he looked very tired.

  "His last word is: Return to Victoria Harbour...Akai, go and drive the motorboat..."

  Peng Boran stretched out his hand to hug the urn, and put it in his arms, stroking and stroking, there was endless reluctance between his brows, and he refused to let it go for a long time.

Finally, the motorboat ran without hurries or slowness. The high-spirited man stood facing each other. After a long time, he stretched out his hand and threw a handful of the white ashes into Victoria Harbor, his face was extremely pious, and his mouth softly said. write:

   "Finally home, brother... Don't worry, she will be very happy... As for me, I will definitely finish the rest of my life... Don't worry about me..."

  The motorboat ran lap after lap. After spreading the ashes, Peng Bairan stood still in the wind, pondering, with a trace of sadness in his eyes. This made him feel distressed.

  Kuang Meiyun thought that Peng Boran was the kind of person who never knew what sadness was, but now suddenly discovered that he is actually an ordinary person, with the fragility of an ordinary person. Once hit this vulnerable point, he will show a helpless look like a child.

  On the return journey, he remained silent, but Xiao Yin fell asleep.

  The car is quiet and suffocating.

  In the evening, the car drove into a villa, where there are mountains and waters, and you can see the busy and prosperous Victoria Harbour, which is Peng Boran’s property in Hong Kong. What was purchased many years ago has now become a sky-high price.

When    came in, Kuang Meiyun was very afraid that a mistress would suddenly appear here. Fortunately, apart from an elderly housekeeper and two security guards, there were no other people who would make her feel embarrassed.

  It is golden autumn, and the evening breeze is getting cooler.

  Kuang Meiyun looked far away from the high platform, the fresh air made people calm down little by little, but the doubts did not disappear.

  The phone rang. She took it to see that it was Peng Boran. It has been half a month. He hasn't called her. Now, she is at his home, but he found her in this way.

"What's up?"

"where?"

   "Look at the scenery from the tallest building."

   "Well, wait, I have something to tell you."

  He died.

  The evening breeze hits, and the tension is also coming like a tide, layer after layer.

  What did he want to say to her?

  Can't think of it, but it always feels like something will happen.

  After a while, there was the sound of footsteps behind him, and soon, an extra hand was raised in front of the railing.

She turned her head to look, black shirt, black trousers and black casual shoes, all black, because of the beautiful pair of cufflinks and the row of golden buttons, they showed a few noble breaths, mature masculine oppression With her, the heart beat wildly.

  At this moment, she wanted to hide him far.

  There is no him, it is because of this person, who can affect her too much now.

  In fact, she did the same, trying to keep away from him without a trace.

   "That day, you rushed to the hospital and wanted to say something to me. Now it's empty, you can talk about it..."

  He suddenly turned right, staring at her deeply, asking such a question that had long been outdated.

   "Actually nothing."

   "Are you sure there is nothing?"

  Peng Boran stared straight.

  She was a little panicked by him.

   "There was a reason for the sudden discharge that day."

  He actually explained that.

  She was taken aback: "Oh, isn't it?"

  "My good friend Ah Shao suddenly became critically ill. At that time, I was afraid that if I went back late, I would not even see the last time."

"Oh……"

  "Fortunately, I didn't go late, so I gave him the last ride, personally helped him choose the dress, tidy up his remains, and sent him away."

  "……"

  "After that, I developed a fever and stayed in the hospital for a few days.

   "How are your feet?"

  She asked gently, and her eyes fell on his feet. It was obvious that there was still something wrong with his feet.

   "You will be fine after a few more days."

   "I know that the death of a good friend is a sad thing. You must be sorrowful."

  I don't know what to say, she can only provide so much comfort.

   "Actually, for him, it was a relief."

  Peng Bairan said in a low voice, gently stroking the railing with his hand, gently sighing away in the wind:

"In the past few days, I have thought a lot and understood one thing. When fate comes, you should try to grasp it. When fate is gone, you can't keep it. When you are born, you should make yourself more comfortable. When you die, Don't leave with regrets."

   "Speaking very thoroughly, but how many people can do it?"

  Kuang Meiyun leaned there and sighed softly:

   "When will the fate arrive, and when will it be considered exhausted? The authorities are fascinated, and look on the sidelines... Easy to say, too difficult to do."

   glanced at her, he thought about it for a moment, and then he said:

"For example, when you meet a man you like, you are willing to take the initiative to get closer, you are willing to let go of your strong personality, and express your own thoughts; for example, when you meet a woman you like, you are willing to rely on her, let go of the past, and start over; For example, confession failed, turning over those old chapters, and letting oneself live a better life...make every day in the future more comfortable, happier, and as happy as possible..."

  He gave three examples, which seem to be meaningful:

"Speaking of which, I am very envious of Jinghuan. When I first fell in love, I felt so violent and even wanted to live and die. Later, when I looked away, my life continued, and I lived out another kind of happiness. In fact, this is the most real thing. Life. Overcoming one's own demons, regaining self-confidence, and interpreting life in a cool manner, is definitely worth learning."

  Speaking of this, Peng Bairan’s eyes suddenly became enthusiastic, and he forced her step by step:

   "Kuang Meiyun, tomorrow, let's go get the certificate! If you want..."