Chapter 112:

At this point, An Guangyao's voice also became choked. He sighed a long time, looked back at An Luo and said, "I have been very guilty all these years. When I made my own proposal to match your parents, I did not expect them Both are so painful. Your mother worried that I did n’t agree with her and she secretly registered to get married, and did n’t even have a decent wedding ... They lived in this small villa all the time when your brother was born , She didn't even tell me ... "
"I was too authoritarian at that time, and made your mother feel wronged for many years. She slapped her the day before her death ... I was not worthy of being her righteous father, and I was sorry for her parents. Before they died Entrusted my daughter to me, but I did not let her live a good life ... "
Seeing the pain of a 70-year-old old man, An Luo couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.
In fact, it wasn't just An Guangyao who was wrong in that marriage tragedy. An Yudong and Anzhi were too young. They married without thinking about the consequences, but they met their true love after marriage. Pro-marriage instead turned into a ridiculous farce.
An Luo gently shook An Guangyao's hand and whispered comfortably: "Grandpa, don't blame yourself too much, I think, mother must not blame you. You treat her like a biological daughter, and she should knew."
An Guangyao clutched An Luo's hand tightly and said with a trembling voice: "If I only hit her, I would not feel guilty for so many years. What makes me sadder is that after your mother had a car accident, I was too sad. , Actually forgot she still has a child here ... "
Juan Anluo said shockedly, "Is that the kid who called my brother?"
"Yes, his name is Xiao Rui." An Guangyao whispered, "It wasn't until a week later that your mother's funeral was finished, I suddenly remembered the child and hurried to find him. But there was no one here. That child is long gone. "
An Anluo was silent for a moment and said, "Maybe he was picked up by his father?"
An Guangyao shook his head, "No. His father came to me and asked for someone. He said that after eating barbecue on that day, he went out with a crew to take a photo shoot. He stayed outside for a week before returning. He even Anzhi I do n’t know when the accident happened, and I have never seen Xiao Rui. "
Luan Luo's mind could not help but come up with the last scene before leaving the villa-
Cute little boy pouting his mouth and holding An Luo's hand and said, "Brother is going to talk, I'll wait for you at home" ...
Unfortunately, neither his mother nor his brother came back, nor did his brother honor his promise to bring him delicious food.
Only a five-year-old child, waiting for his mother and brother to return in this empty villa, waited day and day, from dawn to darkness, and then from dawn to dawn, but he could not wait for anyone, at all No one cares about him ... how scared and sad should he be?
When I think of such a scene, I feel worried.
Bian Anluo took a deep breath and looked back at An Guangyao and said, "Grandpa, did you send someone to find him later?"
An Guangyao frowned in pain. "Of course I did. I used all my contacts and looked for him everywhere. The tracing notices in the newspaper continued for a year, but there was no news of him. Chen Yi was already very poor. In order to find that child, he almost used up all his savings, and then finally died and left here. I want to give him money, he didn't want a point ... I know he hates me, and your mother's spirit in heaven must also be Blame me ... "
An Anluo could not help frowning. "But there has been no news for so many years, will it be ..." Will it be sold by traffickers, or will he die long ago? An Luo glanced at An Guangyao's face, and dare not say such a guess at all.
An Guangya wiped the tears in the corner of his eyes, and patted An Luo's hand gently, saying, "I'm sorry for your mother, she died, but I did not protect her child. Xiao Luo, you must find a way to find your brother ... "
"I will do my best." Although An Luo promised, he had no idea at all. The vast sea of ​​people, how easy is it to find a brother who has been separated for 20 years? What's more, he wasn't An Luo at all, and the memory of the child was only those fragments in the dream.
An Guangyao suddenly took out an emerald ring from his pocket. "This is my custom-made emerald ring, with my name engraved on it. This is the only one in the world. With this, you can go directly to the Swiss bank to take it out. A deposit. "
Juan Anluo said in shock: "Grandpa, this ..."
"Take it away, you can do whatever you want with that money, as you like. I have no way to make up for your mother and your brother's owe, I just hope you live well ... Xiao Luo, don't reject Grandpa's Mind."
If he knew that his favorite Xiao Luo was no longer there, he would be very sad, right?
In the face of this gray-haired, regretful old man, An Luo could not tell such a cruel fact. At this moment, he even hopes that he is the real An Luo, so that this old man can feel relieved.
After a long silence, An Luo finally took the emerald ring from his hand.
精致 The delicately shaped ring exudes a soft turquoise luster in the sun, and the inner ring of the ring is indeed engraved with the words "An Guangyao". Anluo knew that the deposit that this ring could directly withdraw must be an astronomical figure. He was not qualified to accept such a property at all, but for the comfort of the elderly, Anluo had to temporarily accept it and plan later ... ...
Luan Guangyao gently closed An Luo's palm and whispered, "This secret is only known to you and me. This is the only thing Grandpa left to you, do you understand?"
Obviously, he meant that this secret deposit was left to An Luo alone, don't tell the other three brothers of An's family lest they think Grandpa is partial. An Luo nodded complexly and said, "I understand."
An Guangyao patted An Luo ’s arm lightly,
Xiao Luo, it ’s Grandpa ’s greatest wish that you can live happily. If you find your brother one day and I ’m gone, you must take him to my grave. Tell me before. "
"Grandpa." An Luo interrupted him in a hurry. "Don't talk nonsense."
Luan Guangyao smiled slightly, stood up and said, "Let's go, let's go to your mother's grave to see her."
Chapter50

Deep in the quiet cemetery, there are two icy tombstones side by side, the grave where An Yuqiu and his wife were buried, and An Zhi's grave. Anluo knew that the two tombs, like two thorns deeply rooted in An Guangyao's heart, could never be completely removed. Seeing the old man in front of him holding a cane and leaning down in front of the tomb to put down a bunch of white roses, An Luo's eyes couldn't help but be a little bit sour.
The lip corner of the woman with a faint smile in the portrait of the remnant can be seen that she must be a very beautiful woman when she was young. An Luo looked down at her picture. Although she should be a stranger to herself, but standing in front of her grave at the moment, An Luo felt strangely uncomfortable, probably because the atmosphere in the cemetery was too depressing. For the sake of it.
The two men stood silently for a long time in front of the tomb. An Guangyao was stuck in painful memories. The fingers holding the crutches kept trembling. Anluo knew that the old man must deeply blame himself in front of his daughter's grave. He must have said a lot to his children that Anluo could not bear to disturb him, and had to stand behind him quietly.
The sky gradually darkened, a gust of wind blew up, and dark clouds all over the sky, indicating that a heavy rain was coming. An Luo finally couldn't help but take a step forward, gently holding An Guangyao's arm and whispering, "It's not early, grandpa, we should go back."
Luan Guangyao looked back from the memories, wiped the tears in the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and when he looked back, he regained a calm look, nodded towards Anluo, and said, "OK, go back."
Not too far away, the four bodyguards and the driver were waiting patiently. The two turned and walked to the car, got on the car together, and the car drove out of the cemetery steadily.
The rain in summer was extremely violent, and a thunder and lightning thundered in the sky, and the dark clouds pressed down heavily, giving the entire world a dark shade. The heavy rain poured down and splashed water on the road.
黑色 A black car suddenly passed by An Luo's car. An Luo couldn't help but wonder, who would come to the graveyard to scan the grave in such weather? Looking sideways, I only saw the back of the car disappearing at the intersection. Probably the weather was fine when we came out, did we encounter heavy rain halfway through? An Luo didn't think too much, and went back to continue chatting with Grandpa.
The car finally stopped at the door of the cemetery. A tall man walked down holding a large umbrella. He was wearing a black suit with an umbrella covering his face. He couldn't see any expression, but The hand holding the umbrella handle looks steady and strong, and the fingers are long and beautiful.
The leather shoes stepped on the rain, and the clean trousers were soaked in the rain. He didn't care, and walked to Anzhi's grave and stopped.
The bunch of white rose in front of the tomb was blown away by the wind, and a few petals were scattered on the ground, looking particularly desolate.
The man glanced at the bunch of rose flowers stained with muddy water, and his lips slightly raised a smile.
He leaned down gently, picked up the bunch of roses and threw it at his feet, and then, forcefully, crushed it to pieces.

When the car drove home, the rain had stopped, and the air after the rain was mixed with grass. An Luo opened the door and got out of the car, taking a deep breath of fresh air, but listening to An Guangyao suddenly said: "Xiao Luo, your advanced house Grandpa also made an appointment and was going out. "