It’s not that brothers are not important, but that Lu Tingchen and others know that what brothers can give is not the warmth of the family. There are some truths that can only be understood by himself.

Finally, Luo Jincheng dialed Guo Qifeng's phone number.

At around ten o'clock, Guo Qifeng had just coaxed his two children to sleep, and his voice was very low, "Xiao Wu?"

Luo Jincheng's voice was drunk, but in fact he didn't drink much.

"Second brother, who do you think I am? Selfish? Arrogant? Unconscious? Not even taking care of others?"

Guo Qifeng frowned and walked out of the bedroom lightly, "Are you in the night?"

"Yeah, come out and have some wine."

"Drink less if you have nothing to do. Why are you still like a child when you are so adult? Are you taking who said you seriously? Su Liuhuo?"

Luo Jincheng laughed, child? Is he really the same as a child?

Before he could speak, Guo Qifeng said again: "If you have nothing to do, come here to have fun. Ping'an said he missed you a few days ago."

"Really?" Luo Jincheng asked this but he didn't take it seriously. Such a young child forgot about people after a while. What can he remember?

"Well, come here if you have nothing to do." After a pause, Guo Qifeng added: "Be careful."

"good."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Jincheng leaned on the sofa, his head blank.

Was Su Liuhuo who left him because of this? Luo Jincheng couldn't figure it out.

He soaked in the night until dawn, and was carefully woken up by the waiter in a daze, and the night was swaying.

When the morning breeze blew, Luo Jincheng's mind suddenly became much clearer, and suddenly he hurriedly got in and started the car.

He remembered that today was Jingchen's death day.

Jingchen's name is Li Jingchen, and he is his first love girlfriend.

However, Li Jingchen died later and died in a car accident to save him. Before he died, he held his last breath to ask him if he could not forget him for the rest of his life?

Luo Jincheng burst into tears and promised to remember her for the rest of his life, not get married or have children.

Luo Jincheng really loves that sunny and gentle girl. Even the identity on Li Jingchen’s tombstone is written by Luo Jincheng’s wife.

He gave everything to Li Jingchen and those beautiful and cruel years. He thought that that would be a lifetime until he met Su Liuhuo again.

The fire in July was flowing, and Su Liuhuo burned him like a soft and passionate fire.

The power of time is always discovered through the passage of day by day, and Su Liuhuo has taken root in his heart little by little.

However, he gave Li Jingchen everything he could.

How could he go back on his word?

He can't do it.

If he doesn't even remember Li Jingchen, then no one in this world will remember her again.

So, he can't.

Luo Jincheng bought a bouquet of lilies and went to the Xishan Cemetery. Walking on the path of the cemetery, Luo Jincheng felt a little indescribable, nervous and unspeakable.

He gently placed the lily in front of Li Jingchen's tombstone, and looked at the girl's smile on it, and his heart calmed down.

He has been here every week for so many years. In the past, he would tell her what happened recently and tell her that he has a good life and someone is taking care of him.

But today, Luo Jincheng felt like he didn't know what to say.

He sat on the ground and quietly accompanied her on the tombstone. The wind was blowing gently, as if the corner of her skirt was blown by the wind that year.
Chapter completed!