Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 186 He's crazy, ignore him
Su Ruoyun was completely unaware of what Huo Jingcheng was thinking, especially when the newlyweds on stage recounted their six-year love story, she cried even harder.

Her eyes were glistening with moisture, her eyelashes trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng moved his stool, leaned closer, and wiped away her tears with his calloused fingertips. He wiped them a few more times because they wouldn't dry completely.

By the time Su Ruoyun realized what was happening, Huo Jingcheng had already wiped away the makeup around her eyes.

"..."

The ceremony ended at 6:30 p.m.

After toasting the newlyweds, Su Ruoyun and Huo Jingcheng left the table early.

Min Qinwen and Meng Lizhou invited them to a small gathering. They drove back to the city center, passing a stretch of sea.

A lighthouse stands tall, ships slowly sail across the sea, leaving long trails of white foam, and an old man leisurely carries the fish he just caught.

The sky turned gray and a light drizzle began to fall, threatening to intensify.

Su Ruoyun turned her head to look at the scenery outside the car window, and the sea in the distance swept past her eyes.

The Mercedes was parked in the underground parking lot of the private club.

The two took the elevator up to the fourth floor.

"Hey, hey, hey, you two are so lovey-dovey, we don't have a place for you to show off here," Min Qinwen was opening a bottle of Louis XIII when he saw Huo Jingcheng and Su Ruoyun walking in hand in hand, and couldn't help but tease them.

This remark drew a burst of laughter from the audience.

The private rooms are quiet and secluded, with soft, layered, dim lighting, exclusively for these scions of wealthy families to spend their money.

Huo Jingcheng raised an eyebrow, deliberately slowing down his movements as if to show everyone, and slowly raised Su Ruoyun's hand to demonstrate to those around him.

The bar owner was among them. Seeing that there were girls, he instructed the waiter waiting at the door to bring them a glass of freshly squeezed juice.

Su Ruoyun gracefully raised her hand to pick up the freshly squeezed juice from the glass coffee table, lightly touched the rim of the glass to her lips, and took a small sip. The sweet taste spread throughout her mouth.

Meanwhile, Min Qinwen sat beside Huo Jingcheng, casually draping his arm over his shoulder with a hint of smugness: "You should thank me, brother. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here... um—"

Huo Jingcheng simply reached out and shoved a bottle of wine into Min Qinwen's mouth, silencing him before he could say anything.

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun looked puzzled, her eyes crinkling with confusion, and asked curiously, "What are you thanking me for?"

"He's crazy, ignore him." Huo Jingcheng's tone was somewhat disdainful, and he casually dusted off the corner of his shirt that was closest to Min Qinwen.

As soon as he finished speaking, his cold, dark eyes glanced at Min Qinwen warningly, signaling him not to say anything out of line.

Min Qinwen pouted, but dared not say anything, and sullenly tilted his head back to gulp down the wine.

This scene was witnessed by Meng Lizhou, who was sitting on a single sofa to the side. He was not drinking, and he was holding a small and exquisite enamel hand warmer in his hand, with a calm expression in his eyes.

He leaned back listlessly in his leather chair, a cashmere blanket hanging on the armrest beside him, exuding a sense of weariness.

The party didn't end until 9:30 p.m.

Huo Jingcheng had been drinking and couldn't drive, so he called a designated driver from the bar.

Tonight, Min Qinwen and the others were intentionally or unintentionally trying to get him drunk. Huo Jingcheng drank a few more glasses, and his handsome face was flushed.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun recalled that time at Li Li's birthday party at the Lanxi Club in Beijing.

His fair and handsome face had an unusual flush, making him look like a tender apple, sweet, crisp, and juicy when you take a bite.

The rain was heavier when they left than when they arrived, and the waiter at the bar entrance thoughtfully offered them an umbrella. Huo Jingcheng held the umbrella in his left hand and placed his right hand on Su Ruojun's shoulder, carefully protecting her.

The steps were wet. She was wearing kitten heels, one hand holding the hem of her shirt dress, the other arm around Huo Jingcheng's arm. She turned slightly to the side and descended the steps one by one.

Just then, a strong gust of wind blew, flipping the umbrella inside out, and rain instantly soaked their hair and clothes, leaving them looking rather disheveled.

Su Ruoyun subconsciously turned her head and hid in Huo Jingcheng's arms to avoid the rain, her hands naturally wrapping around the man's strong waist.

Huo Jingcheng held the person in his arms, his well-defined fingers hooking the umbrella and turning it back over.

He casually lowered his eyes, watching the little woman who was hiding in his arms faster than anyone else, and nonchalantly curled his thin lips.

The next moment, a warm hand touched the back of Su Ruoyun's head, then held it tightly, and he lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

The wind, carrying rain, blew into the umbrella, and for a moment the world fell silent. The unique prosperity and hustle and bustle of the economic capital vanished instantly, and all that could be heard was the synchronized heartbeat of each other.

……

Summer has passed and autumn has arrived. In the blink of an eye, it's already the beginning of autumn, and the wind carries a hint of coolness.

On August 7th.

Huo Jingcheng prepared the items for the ancestral worship ceremony.

He was dressed in all black, with a straight nose, his eyes devoid of any emotion, and a solemn expression. His black trench coat accentuated his broad shoulders.

The tomb sweeping usually takes place in the morning. The two of them set off at eight o'clock and arrived at the cemetery at nine-fifteen.

The cemetery is located in Shijingshan District.

Su Ruoyun held a bouquet of freshly bought flowers, a bunch of white roses, which Huo Jingcheng said were "his" favorite flowers. Huo Jingcheng carried offerings for the memorial service.

Entry and exit require an ID card reservation. When the staff at the service desk saw Huo Jingcheng, they told him that someone had already come this morning.

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun raised an eyebrow, glanced down at her wristwatch, and saw that it was 9:20, which was quite early.

The cemetery was quiet. Today was not a special holiday, so there were few visitors, only a few scattered people who came to pay their respects.

The two slowly walked up the path, past several rows of tombstones, and finally stopped in front of a marble tombstone.

Sure enough, a bouquet of flowers, also white roses, was already placed next to the tombstone.

Su Ruoyun turned her gaze to the tombstone, which was engraved with two dates, birth and death. Above it was a black and white portrait. Due to its age and exposure to sun and rain, only the general outline could be vaguely seen. The facial features had disappeared, but the person looked very young.

She stepped forward and placed the bouquet next to the tombstone.

Huo Jingcheng squatted down in front of the tombstone, took out a lighter from his trench coat pocket, and then lit the yellow paper money and gold and silver ingots he had brought. He then placed the offerings and wine in front of the tomb.

Staring at the young man in the photo, Huo Jingcheng remained silent for a long time, until the paper money and ingots were burned to ashes, and finally blown up by a gust of wind, drifting into the sky, then swirling and turning low before gradually sinking to the ground.

The somber atmosphere lingered.

To cheer Huo Jingcheng up, Su Ruoyun specially took him to Jingshan Park to watch the sunset.

Hiking and enjoying beautiful scenery are enough to make you forget your worries and troubles.

On the day of the Autumn Equinox, the sun slowly sinks towards the horizon, a hazy mist hangs between heaven and earth, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the clouds of various shapes, creating a magnificent sunset.

The towering cassia palace faces the jade tower, and the graceful pepper-scented chamber connects to the golden house.

The towering palace of cassia stands opposite the jade tower; the secluded chambers of pepper adorn the golden palace. —From "Ode to the Imperial Capital" by Luo Binwang