Comprehensive White Lotus Counterattack System

Chapter 437

The bleak autumn wind brought the winter cold in advance, and the leaves swirled and fell to the ground like butterflies with broken wings...

A pretty girl in a small dress supported the [-]-year-old man who was bent over and walked slowly forward to a corner in the woods, where there was a small grave. As he got closer, he could see the tombstone clearly There are a few words written, "Tomb of Beloved Wife Du Xiaohan".

"Ning'er, go back, Grandpa will go by himself." The old man stretched out his hand to take the cane and the beautifully wrapped bouquet of passionate roses from the girl's hand.

"Grandpa, let me go with you. It's too difficult for you to be alone." The little girl named Ning'er wrinkled her small nose and watery eyes, expressing her persistence.

"Good boy, today is grandpa and grandma's wedding anniversary. Grandpa can go alone, otherwise your grandma will be unhappy." The old man rubbed the girl's furry head, and tremblingly walked towards the house holding the bouquet of roses. Tombstones not far away.

Seeing that there was no way for the girl behind her to move her, her grandpa, who was always doting and doting on her, had no choice but to stomp her feet and go outside to wait for him in the car.

The old man put the roses in his arms in front of the tombstone, caressed the cold tombstone with his wrinkled hands lovingly, and the old voice contained infinite warmth, "Xiao Han, I am here, today is our wedding anniversary , let me talk to you, you used to be chattering non-stop, I was afraid you would be lonely down there, if it wasn’t the end, I think I would go with you right away, but Xiaohan, maybe that’s my illusion, Don't blame me, I have been waiting for almost ten years with an extravagant hope, maybe I should have gone with you back then..."

"Xiaohan, this year is the same as usual, let's chat, don't think I'm annoying..." The old man didn't think it was dirty, he sat on the ground directly, leaning on the cold tombstone, talking as usual.

That's right, he is the commercial overlord of White Wolf who once shocked Shanghai. Now that he is ninety years old, the greatest praise for him is not his genius business ability, nor is it that his descendants are as good as him, but A love affair he had with his wife when he was young.

I just heard that his wife was just an ordinary girl selling flowers in the poorest shanty town in Shanghai, but then she walked with Bai Lang and lived happily for many years. Everyone even thought that he would go with his wife, but he didn't. He lived alone for more than ten years, but he loved his little granddaughter very much, because her little granddaughter and grandma looked the most similar. Countless, but what remains unchanged is that White Wolf will go to his wife's cemetery at a fixed time every year. I heard that it is his wife's birthday, death anniversary, wedding anniversary, Mid-Autumn Festival, Spring Festival...etc.

This Shanghai Beach has really changed a lot. At the beginning, it still had the original ancient buildings, but now it really has nothing at all.Kong Kong came to the former Bai's house with his memory.

The villa in front of you has a romantic and noble atmosphere, and the hollow carved iron gate also has a strong European style. It reflects the goodness of the owner.Fresh and unconventional, the white plaster walls combined with light red roof tiles, continuous arches and corridors, and the living room with tall and large windows make people feel refreshed.

Looking at the villa in front of her that was not much different from when she left, her empty eye sockets were reddish, she bit her lip to hold back the tears swirling in her eye sockets, and slowly stepped into the iron gate.There was no guard at the door, maybe there was something wrong, Kong Kong didn't get entangled, seeing everything as if it was yesterday, Kong Kong came to the living room, the strange thing was that there was no one in the living room, and in the corners of the living room from time to time, there were bright red White roses, the empty fingertips slide gently, and the black and white keys of the silver-white piano bring out a series of incongruous notes.

The man coming down the stairs slowly has a tall and straight figure. He is at least 1.8 meters tall. He is dressed in a slightly tight black clothes to reveal his perfect figure. He has flaxen hair with a pair of clear and bright, revealing a little Childish eyes, straight nose bridge, smooth skin, thin lips showing a lovely pink color, more delicate facial features, holding a document in his hand, lying on the stairs at the moment, frowning slightly looking at Kong Kong, "Could it be, Aunt Yue didn't teach you that maids are not allowed to touch the master's things without permission." That is grandpa's favorite piano, and even I can't touch it casually on weekdays.

"En?" With a soft voice of doubt, the woman turned around and stood curling up in a warm blue dress, her jet-black hair was scattered on her shoulders like seaweed, her fair skin was breakable by blows, and her cat's eyes were moist. With a little doubt.

Kong Kong turned around and saw a young boy, probably his grandson or something, after all, his grandson was almost ten years old when he died, and he has grown up in the past ten years... "Where is the white wolf..."

"What? Grandpa isn't here, why are you asking?" The flaxen-colored boy realized why he told her after he finished his answer, and ran down angrily, pointing at Kongkong and asked, "You little maid, why are you so rude? You should call master!"

"Where did you go?" Kong Kong didn't care about the finger pointing at the tip of his nose, and looked straight at the pair of eyes that were similar to those of the white wolf when he was young.

(End of this chapter)