GBP Chapter 154 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 5
Chapter 154 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 5
The cemetery is located on a hillside in the suburbs. It was a little after 4 p.m., and the sky was clear before we entered the mountain, but after entering the cemetery, it was filled with yellow sand.
The sky was shrouded in a dark yellow shadow, with heavy clouds overhead and occasional flashes of lightning within the clouds, but even so, it did not rain.
After getting out of the car, Ni Qing slowly walked up the stone steps leading up the mountain. This part wasn't mentioned in the original plot, so nothing important should have happened. She decided to burn the paper money as soon as possible and leave to avoid any unforeseen complications.
At the time, she just didn't want to tremble all night, so she had no choice but to feign compassion and cry tears of sympathy. Unexpectedly, it actually worked. Hopefully, he won't realize what's happening after she burns the paper money today.
Ni Qing unconsciously tightened her grip on the umbrella, her peripheral vision searching for names among the rows of neat tombstones.
She searched for a long time before finding it. It wasn't lined up with the other dead, but in its own separate place, so she didn't look at it closely.
The black tombstone bears the inscription "Tomb of my beloved son Qin Boyue" in the center, with two smaller lines of text on the side indicating his birth date and death date.
Several dishes of offerings and ashes left after the paper money had burned were placed in front of them, indicating that the Qin family had come to pay their respects a few days ago.
The wind around them grew stronger, and Ni Qing put on the coat she had prepared, feeling that she had been very prescient, as the wind was more likely to blow halfway up the mountain.
She took out her newly bought lighter, placed the joss paper in her hand on the ground, lit it, and the scarlet flames spread, intense and unrestrained.
At this time, only a handful of people come to the cemetery to burn paper money for the dead.
"Don't come looking for me, go and reincarnate quickly. Don't come looking for me, go and reincarnate quickly..." Ni Qing made this wish frantically in her heart. She only breathed a sigh of relief when everything she brought was almost burned to ashes and nothing unusual happened.
It seems that this year's male lead is very open-minded.
The paper money hadn't burned completely, but she still slowly stood up, preparing to go home.
A young man was standing not far away, seemingly out of nowhere.
About five meters to her right, someone was wearing a heavy black trench coat in the middle of summer, and was carrying a black umbrella even though it wasn't raining. It seemed like they were also there to burn paper money.
Ni Qingqing couldn't help but glance at the sky. The sky was covered with dark clouds and the color was a dull yellow, a sign of an impending downpour, but not a single drop of rain had fallen yet. Why was this man holding an umbrella?
The person was tall, nearly 1.9 meters. In Ni Qing's records, the only person that tall was Qin Boyue. But she couldn't see the vengeful ghost, so how could it be the male lead? Was this another hallucination?
Not necessarily. She saw someone leave and greet him. The other person's clear voice politely said goodbye, and it sounded somewhat familiar.
His hand holding the umbrella handle was so pale that she stared at him for a while. He seemed to notice her, and even though the umbrella's blind spot prevented her from seeing his face, she inexplicably felt that he turned his head to look at her.
About three seconds later, the umbrella lifted slightly, revealing its true form.
It was Song Ziyu, the white moonlight I had just met not long ago.
The other person's gaze was gentle, a smile playing on their lips, a stark contrast to their appearance just days before. Who smiles while paying respects? Ni Qing felt a chill run down her spine.
Song Ziyu also noticed her. His expression remained unchanged, but he took another step and slowly approached Ni Qing.
"Long time no see, Ni Qing." The young man was pale, his lips were bloodless, and he looked frail, as if all his energy had been drained in a short period of time.
But he remained cheerful and seemed to be in a particularly good mood.
Ni Qing nodded cautiously as a sign of politeness: "Brother Song, what are you doing here?"
The young man's smile faded somewhat, but his eyes remained warm as he replied, "I came here naturally to see the people I wanted to see." There was something strange about his statement, but upon closer inspection, it didn't seem wrong.
Ni Qing smiled shyly, looking exceptionally bashful: "Brother Song, you're so funny. Didn't we just meet the day before yesterday? Are you free tonight? I'd like to treat you to dinner."
Song Ziyu's upturned lips had somehow become taut, and his dark eyes swirled with a turbulent energy, hinting at a raging ferocity.
Ni Qing paused, looking at him suspiciously.
That unsettling feeling had vanished without a trace; for a moment, I thought I was seeing things.
Song Ziyu glanced at the tombstone with feigned difficulty and said, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate? Are you here to burn paper money for your husband? Making a public appointment with me right under his nose..."
The young man suddenly smiled. "Aren't you afraid he'll come looking for you?"
Ni Qing unconsciously took a step back; this Song Ziyu was acting very strangely.
But sticking to her "simp" persona, she had to force a smile: "Brother Song, you're so funny—"
The young man smiled and said, "Then let's say that, but I still prefer you to call me by my full name."
Calling him by his full name would seem too formal. When the original owner was a child, he always called him "Brother Song" and the other party never objected.
Something's not right, time to get out of here.
Ni Qing followed the procedure and said a few more words before preparing to leave: "You're right, let's meet again next time. I have something to do, so I'll be going now."
She turned to go down the steps, but then the young man behind her chuckled and said, "Tonight is fine too, I'm free."
Ni Qing had no choice but to turn around, and smiled: "Actually, I feel that what I did was really unfair to Qin Boyue, especially in front of him. How about we—"
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted: "But he's dead now. Who knows if there's anyone else here? Besides..."
He arched his eyebrows, his smile wicked: "Does this count as having an affair? It looks so exciting..."
Ni Qing stared blankly. Had this "white moonlight" been possessed by the male lead? She seemed so abnormal.
On the surface, he feigned surprise: "You really agreed to have dinner with me? Then let's talk again tonight." Talk again my ass, I'm just sending you a pigeon.
The young man wasn't fooled at all: "Tonight? How about now? It's already five o'clock, we should be at the restaurant by now. Come on, I'll take you down the mountain."
He was still holding the umbrella in his hand.
Ni Qing looked up and asked directly, "Aren't you going to put the umbrella away? It's not raining."
The young man's fingertips, gripping the umbrella handle, were slightly white, but he showed no intention of closing it. He merely glanced casually at the dim sky and murmured, "It'll be down soon."
As if in response to his words, a light drizzle soon began to fall.
Song Ziyu pretended not to see the umbrella in her hand and asked in a gentlemanly manner, "Would you like to move closer? My umbrella is very big."
Ni Qing was inwardly bitter. If it were anyone else, she would have decisively refused, saying she had her own umbrella. But now, because of her public image, she really couldn't refuse.
She could only slowly move a little closer to him, smiling sweetly: "Thank you, Ziyu."