Is This Reporter Also Paying Off Debts Today? Chapter 27

white rose

Chen Xiaofang’s mood swings were too great, so Lu Huaichu arranged for her to be sent to a single nursing ward. She was given some sedatives and glucose, and she fell into a deep sleep at the moment.

Lu Ting stood on the balcony, smoking silently.

Lu Huaichu has completed the procedures for Lu Huainan and contacted the cemetery. He will be cremated and buried in two days.

“Dad, go in and rest for a while.” Lu Huaichu advised from the side.

Lu Ting ignored it, took a strong drag on the cigarette, and then blew out the smoke ring. He kept looking outside, and he slowly said: “Huai Chu, dad wants to ask you, who is that Mr. Wen?”

Lu Huaichu’s fingers curled up at his side. He pressed his fingertips against his fingertips and said, “His name is Wen Di. He is a reporter from Anzhou Times. He is also my lover.”

Lu Ting nodded: “Journalist, hello reporter… I’m just too busy at work, just like you…”

“Dad, he and I…” Lu Huaichu was eager to explain something, but was interrupted by Lu Ting who raised his hand.

“Your mother and I have been busy with business since we were young, and we didn’t care enough about you or take care of you enough. After Nannan was born, you spent more time with him than we did with him. Nannan was not in good health, so your mother was more partial to him. So please, don’t blame your mother, she is also very sad…”

“…No.” Lu Huaichu shook his head, but had he never envied his mother’s love for Lu Huainan?

“Whether you like women or men, Dad won’t interfere. As long as you really like it, and as long as he is sincere to you, Dad will bless you.”

Lu Huaichu was stunned for a few seconds before he came to his senses. Wouldn’t Lu Ting object to their relationship because Wen Di is a man?

“Your mother is a talkative person. Don’t take what she says to heart. If you have a chance, apologize to Xiaowen for us. When this period of time passes, take the child home for a meal.”

“It’s just a pity that Nannan left like this before I got to know Xiaowen properly…” When Lu Huainan was mentioned, Lu Ting’s back seemed even more stooped.

“Dad…” Lu Huaichu stepped forward to help Lu Ting, brought him back to the house, and sat down on the sofa.

“Dad, I’ll go home and make some food to bring back to you at noon. You can have a good rest here and ring the call bell if you need anything. I’ve already said hello.” Lu Huaichu put a soft cushion against Lu Ting’s waist, settled in and left.

He wanted to go home, and he wanted to get home right now. He wanted to hug Wen Di and tell him that he was no longer wronged.

Lu Huaichu bought some food in a hurry and took it home. When he opened the door, the house was very quiet.

He thought he was still asleep after hearing the flute, but he vaguely felt something was wrong.

There were no flute shoes at the door.

His heart skipped a beat, and he walked quickly to the bedroom, mustering up the courage to push open the door. The bedroom was neatly tidied, and the quilt was neatly laid out on the bed, leaving not even a single wrinkle.

“Baby? Baby, where are you?” Lu Huaichu panicked and started looking for someone door to door.

There is no study room.

There is no bathroom.

Not in the living room.

Neither does the kitchen.

Where has he gone?

Lu Huaichu took out his mobile phone and dialed the number on the top.

But all she got was a cold female voice: “Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off.”

When he sent a message to Wen Di, all he saw were red exclamation marks.

Where did Wen Di go?

Lu Huaichu fell down on the sofa, inserted his fingers into his hair and pressed hard.

Did you go to the Radio and Television Center?

As soon as this thought occurred, he ran out of the house the next second.

“Hello, do you have an appointment?” The front desk asked in a routine manner, and searched for relevant appointment information in the system.

“No, I’m not here to do anything. I’m looking for someone, Wen Di. Do you know him? I can’t contact reporter Wen Di from the Anzhou Times. Did he come to work today?” Lu Huaichu sounded anxious while still looking around, fearing that he would pass by Wen Di in just a few minutes.

“Reporter Wen? Let me check it for you, please wait.” The front desk quickly searched for Wen Di’s attendance records and itinerary approval in the system.

“Reporter Wen submitted a business trip application this morning.”

“When was it submitted?”

“Two hours ago.”

“Where is he going? Has he set off already?”

“Sorry, this is the privacy of the staff. We have no right to disclose it for non-work reasons.”

Lu Huaichu walked out of the radio and television center in despair. Today’s sun was so poisonous that it made him unable to open his eyes. However, such a poisonous sun did not bring much temperature increase to the ground.

Baby, where have you been?

Don’t you want me anymore?

Or are you angry?

Two days later, Lu Huainan’s funeral arrived.

There were quite a few people here, most of them were business partners of Lu Ting and Chen Xiaofang, and a few of them were Lu Huaichu’s colleagues.

Lu Huainan was required not to leave home all year round, so he didn’t have many friends.

Lu Huaichu chose the cemetery in a small courtyard with beautiful scenery. It is called a “small courtyard”, but it is actually a square block separated by small fences. It is much larger than an ordinary cemetery and is similar to a “detached villa” in a cemetery.

Lu Huaichu slowly put the urn into the trough. Chen Xiaofang burst into tears and Lu Ting also cried silently. Lu Huaichu’s heart was numb and he couldn’t cry.

He just wanted to see Lu Huainan off quietly.

Lu Huaichu specially picked a photo of Lu Huainan smiling. Lu Huainan seldom smiled and always had a “cold” look. At that time, Lu Huaichu even joked that he looked like an old man at a young age. How could he get a wife in the future?

He recited stylized eulogies, thanked the guests, and bowed numbly.

The funeral ends like this, and a person’s life ends like this.

There is nothing, quietly returned to this land.

In the future, besides myself and my parents, how many people standing here today will remember him?

The guests gradually dispersed, and Lu Huaichu also left with his parents. The small courtyard became silent again, except for a brand new tombstone.

A man in a black suit walked in slowly and placed a bouquet of white roses in front of the tombstone.

“I’m sorry…it’s my fault…”

Wen Di remembered that he had asked Lu Huaichu before:

“Tell me, if Huainan and I meet one day, should I prepare some kind of meeting gift for him?” Wen Di nestled in Lu Huaichu’s arms, playing with his fingers.

“Well, the baby is looking more and more like a sister-in-law…” Lu Huaichu said teasingly, holding back his laughter.

“Stop making trouble! Let’s get down to business! What does Huainan like? I can’t afford it because it’s too expensive. I’m not a rich second generation.”

“Hmm… let me think about it, when I went back to my parents’ place every week, I would bring him a bouquet of flowers, and he would put them in a vase on the bedside, changing them exactly once a week. He quite liked it.”

“He likes flowers? What flowers?”

“White rose.”

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