In the cemetery in the western suburbs, when I stood in front of my mother's tombstone again after three years, I had mixed feelings.
I haven’t seen my mother in three years, but my mother’s graveyard is still clean, and there is a bouquet of white daisies that have not withered in front of her grave.
There is still the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums in the air.
"Husband, who has come to see my mother? These flowers are still fresh. They must have just come yesterday or the day before yesterday."
Bai gently picked up the piece of white chrysanthemum and looked at it carefully.
Many doubts arose in my heart, "This person actually knows my mother's favorite white daisy, who could it be?"
Of course Huo Yunchen knew who it was, but he couldn't say.
I could only say perfunctorily: "Maybe he was your mother's good friend during her lifetime, right?"
"No, my mother didn't have many friends during her lifetime. The last time I came to visit my mother and met my father, he was holding a white daisy. Could it be my father?"
Thinking of his father, Bai Qingqing became as excited as a child.
"It must be my dad. It must be my dad who has returned from a mission and came to see my mom first."
Seeing how happy she was, Huo Yunchen really couldn't bear to tell her the truth.
But how long can he keep it a secret
Bai gently took out a tissue from his hug and wiped away some dust that had fallen on his mother's photo, with a slight smile of relief on his face.
"Mom, dad came to see you and brought you your favorite flowers. You know this, right? Dad and I also recognized each other. Dad is very good to me, and my grandparents are also very good to me. . They all love me and introduce my husband to you calmly."
As he spoke, he pulled Huo Yunchen to stand in front of the tombstone, "Husband, please introduce yourself to my mother."
Huo Yunchen looked at Bai Qingqing and smiled faintly. He straightened his tie in a serious manner and introduced seriously: "Mom, I am Huo Yunchen. Don't worry, I will take good care of Qingqing, love her well, and care for her." she."
Bai Qingqing nodded very satisfied with this self-introduction. She held Huo Yunchen's neck and added with a happy smile: "Mom, I already have three grandchildren. I came to see you every day. They are a pair of twins. They are both very cute and look like your daughter. I will definitely bring them to see you one day.”
Huo Yunchen slightly curled his lips when he heard this. There was actually someone praising him in such a different way.
After finishing reporting these daily affairs, Bai let out a deep sigh.
He let go of Huo Yunchen's hand and leaned down to hug the tombstone, his expression becoming solemn.
"Mom, when my daughter was young, she didn't understand how much grievance, pain and torture you had suffered. But now that my daughter is older, she understands everything. Mom, thank you for persisting in giving birth to me no matter how difficult it was. No matter how difficult life was for you, How painful it is. All you have given me is love. Mom, the person who harmed you has been found. She is not your best friend, but that Gu Yulan who has nothing to do with us. She has already suffered her retribution. , her only son died, and she lived a miserable life. Yunchen said that no matter how miserable she was, it would not be enough to make up for the pain you endured. She should be allowed to live in hell. Taste."
She shed tears as she spoke, and Huo Yunchen quickly handed over a tissue to gently wipe away her tears.
He comforted her: "Okay, okay, your eyes will hurt again if you cry again. Mom will feel bad for you."
Bai gently held back tears and nodded, "Well, I won't cry anymore. I should be happy. Mom said she likes to see me smile the most."
Holding back tears, I forced out a smile and wiped the black and white photo on the tombstone again.
On the way home, Bai Qingqing kept calling Murong Zheng.
But Murong Zheng's phone was always turned off. She called it many times but it still turned off.
She felt a little uneasy, so she called Murong Qingxue.
When she received the call, Murong Qingxue, the old man, and the old lady were all standing outside the operating room.
Murong Zheng's condition has worsened and rescue is being carried out.
"Auntie, is my father back? Has he contacted you? I just couldn't get through to him when I called him, and his phone kept shutting down."
"Qingqing, didn't your father go on a mission? He hasn't come back yet?"
Murong Qingxue suppressed her sadness and lied.
She didn't want to lie, but her stubborn brother was afraid that her daughter would break her eyes from crying if she was sad and refused to let her tell her.
"Aren't you back yet? But I just saw someone giving white daisies in front of my mother's grave. I thought it was my father who was back."
Bai Qingqing said suspiciously.
Murong Qingxue said quickly: "Oh, that's from me. Your father specifically told me before going on a mission that I should send flowers to your mother every two days."
"It turns out to be my aunt."
Bai Qingqing was a little disappointed.
Murong Qingxue did not lie, Murong really told her this matter.
She just asked her to send him off after his death.
It was indeed Murong Zheng himself who sent the flowers two days ago. Even though he was so ill, he still insisted on sending flowers to Xia Yunshan every two days.
After he died, he still wanted to be buried in the same grave.
Alas, why did the Murong family have such a love-mad person
"Qingqing, are you okay? If nothing happens, my aunt will hang up the phone. My aunt has something to be busy with."
Murong Qingxue didn't dare to delay for fear of revealing her secret, and was anxious to hang up the phone.
Bai Qingqing followed up and asked, "Auntie, I'm going to have a wedding soon. Will my father come back to attend my wedding?"
"ah"
Murong Qingxue paused, looked back at the lights in the operating room, and said solemnly: "Yes, he will definitely come back."
Hearing what his aunt said, Bai Qingqing felt much better.
After hanging up the phone, he turned back and leaned his head on Huo Yunchen's shoulder with satisfaction and said, "I want my dad to hold my hand and hand me into your hands."
Huo Yunchen smiled slightly and brushed her black hair like a waterfall with his hand.
He also wants to do what she wishes, but
Miraculously, Murong Zheng endured it with great difficulty, just because his daughter said she wanted him to hold hands and walk into the wedding hall.
The wedding has actually been being prepared. During the three or four months that Bai Qingqing was hospitalized, the venue, decoration, bouquet, dress, catering, process and other details for the wedding have been prepared. All that is left is the bride and groom.
These days, major media in Kyoto are reporting on Huo Yunchen and his wife's make-up wedding. Almost everyone is looking forward to this grand wedding.
In the office of the president of Far East Group, Lu Zhinian saw the reporter secretly photographing their loving couple on the LCD TV on the wall. When setting up the wedding venue, he angrily smashed the remote control directly on the TV screen.
The force was so strong that it hit the TV and smoke emitted from it.
"Mr. Lu, don't be angry. I'll find someone to get Miss Bao back."
Lu Zhinian's new bodyguard is called Monkey. This man used to be a well-known gangster in Kyoto, and he hung out with Gu Bei'an.
Recently, he suddenly lost his luck and was noticed by the president of Lu University, and was directly promoted to a personal bodyguard.
It suddenly changed from black to white, and the grade improved several levels.
But his way of dealing with people still has a bit of a gangster vibe.
Lu Zhinian stared at him with cold eyes and said nothing.
The violent aura emanating from the whole body was so frightening that the monkey did not dare to move.
"Mr. Lu, can you please stop looking at me like that? I, I'm a little scared."
(End of chapter)