Chapter 422: Why commit suicide?

Translator: 549690339

“What major are you studying at the reopening University?” Wen Qiao asked before she left.

“Computer Science.” He said.

After Wen Qiao left, Gu Xiao went into his bedroom. When he opened his slanted bag, a black wallet fell out. Brother Dong, who happened to come over to talk to him, picked it up and opened the wallet. There was a photo inside, and Gu Xiao snatched it over, closed it, and put it in his bag.

“Is that you?” brother Dong smiled.

Although Gu Xiao was smiling, his smile did not reach his eyes.”What’s wrong?”

“You don’t look like you do now.”

“I had a car accident before, so I had to have plastic surgery.”

Brother Dong laughed. you looked good both in the past and now. You look good in a different way. The plastic surgery was quite successful.

She only took a quick glance and didn’t see him clearly, but the young man in the photo was indeed very good-looking.

Gu Xiao did not say anything, and brother Dong continued, ” “Settle down for a while and go for your training. We’ll review it later. Are you nervous about your homework?”

“It’s alright.”

then I’ll arrange a training schedule for you. You can’t let your guard down.

“Alright,” he said.

The fu family’s residence crossed the mountain road. On an empty plot of land by the sea was the fu family’s private cemetery. In front of the gravestone, Fu Nanli, his mother, and his grandfather were standing quietly under a large black umbrella.

It was his father’s birthday. If his father was still alive, today would be his 54th birthday.

Ye minqiu presented a bouquet of fresh flowers, her eyes slightly red.

The drizzling rain was swept up by the sea breeze under the umbrella. Fu Nanli looked at the photo on the cold Stone tablet and saw his father smiling at him in a gentle and elegant manner.

His father had passed away when he was nine years old. Twenty years had passed so quickly that sometimes, if he didn’t look at photos or videos, he would not even remember what his father looked like.

He still couldn’t understand why a winner in life like him would choose to commit suicide when his father was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, he was handsome and talented, his wife was beautiful and capable, his son was cute and obedient, and everyone around him flattered him.

Wasn’t such a life that everyone envied good?

Why did he commit suicide?

Raindrops dripped down the black umbrella onto the green grass and the stone Road.

Fu huaiyong’s health wasn’t too good. He held onto his walking stick with a mournful expression on his face. He had left him alone long ago. The greatest pain in the world was to see a white-haired man send a black-haired man away.

He stood there for a while. He couldn’t bear to let himself be immersed in this great sorrow, so he turned around and walked out along the small path in the cemetery.

Ye minqiu glanced at the person on the tombstone. A look of resentment flashed across her usually cheerful eyes. Then, she turned and left the cemetery.

Fu Nanli was the only one left. The sea breeze blew in from all directions, and the cemetery seemed to be covered in a layer of fog, making everything seem so hazy and unclear.

At that time, his grandfather had asked his father to work in the family’s business. His father loved music and resisted his grandfather in every way. Was it because of this that he chose to commit suicide?

Therefore, even when he became a Captain in an airline and his grandfather objected to him doing those things, he never dared to be too forceful.

He had already lost a son, and he could not afford to lose another grandson.

He was different from his father. His father was sensitive and fragile. He would not give up his life just because someone forced him to do something.

The rain fell on his black suit, and his sadness was buried in the rain at the beginning of may.

All sadness will disappear with time.

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