After Xi Mo delivered the flowers, he was still reluctant to leave and looked at the tombstone from afar.
Her mother passed away shortly after giving birth to her, only a few years later. At that time, she was too young, and her impression of her mother was actually not clear, even vague in many cases, but this did not affect her feelings for her mother.
Especially since her mother passed away, Xi Ji brought her to worship every year, at least four times a year, rain or shine. Over time, it has become a habit.
Counting the other times when you come to this villa, once you come, you can go to the cemetery to have a look. The photos on the tombstone have already been clearly engraved in the bottom of my heart.
Xi Mo stood there watching for a long time, Ruan Yesheng finished his work, turned around, and found her in his eyes.
Ruan Yesheng knew that Xi Mo would worship outside, but now seeing her lonely appearance, she felt a little sad. As a daughter, if she wants to pay homage to her mother, she still has to go through a distant protective fence.
She subconsciously took a few steps forward, originally wanting Xi Mo to come in, but remembering Xi Mo's instructions to her, she had to stop again and sighed silently.
But her movement caught Xi Ji's attention.
Xi Ji followed Ruan Yesheng's line of sight and found Xi Mo outside the guardrail.
"Is that Xiao Ruan standing outside?" Xi Ji asked Ruan Yesheng.
Ruan Yesheng was startled, and quickly said, "Yes, Dad."
Xi Ji nodded and walked towards the guardrail, followed by Ruan Yesheng.
When Xi Mo found that Xi Ji was walking towards her, he panicked for a moment. It was wrong to leave, and it was wrong not to leave, so he had to bite the bullet and wait for Xi Ji.
"Little Ruan." Xi Ji walked to the guardrail, looked down at the white chrysanthemum on the ground, his tone was quite gentle.
Xi Mo quickly lowered his head and explained: "Uncle Xi, I'm sorry. I heard Xi Mo say on the plane yesterday that today is the anniversary of her mother's death, so I wanted to come here to pay respects. I quietly sent some flowers outside. It was my rudeness to wander outside your villa without your permission, please forgive me, Uncle Xi."
"It doesn't matter." Xi Ji said: "It's Xiao Ruan, you are too polite. Since you are here, how can you stand outside, come in quickly, I will let someone open the door for you."
He took out his mobile phone, gave a few brief instructions on the phone, and said, "The door will open later, Xiao Ruan, you go first."
Ruan Yesheng was a little nervous at first, but now that Xi Ji invited Xi Mo, he was relieved and said to Xi Mo, "I'll go pick you up."
"Okay." Xi Mo looked at her, and thanked Xi Ji: "Thank you, Uncle Xi."
Carefully picking up the white chrysanthemum on the ground, Xi Mo went to the gate of the villa.
Ruan Yesheng trotted all the way, and when Xi Mo appeared at the gate, Ruan Yesheng had already arrived, panting slightly.
Her face was full of surprises. Seeing that there was no one else around, she leaned over to Xi Mo and said softly: "I didn't expect Uncle Xi to let you in. Now you can spend more time with your mother at close range. It's great." .”
Xi Mo looked at her and said, "I didn't expect that either. But I can tell now that my dad should have a good impression of you, otherwise he wouldn't take the initiative to invite you."
Ruan Yesheng's eyes lit up immediately: "Really?"
Xi Mo nodded.
Ruan Yesheng took Xi Mo's arm naturally, Xi Mo looked at her holding hands, said nothing, and walked into the villa with her.
When the two came to the tombstone, Xi Mo first said hello to Xi Ji: "Uncle Xi, excuse me."
"Don't bother." Xi Ji said: "You are Xi Mo's good friend, and Jian Yuan will be very happy to know that you came to see her."
Xi Mo looked at the tombstone.
In addition to the photo, the date of birth and death of her mother Jian Xian was engraved on it.
Ruan Yesheng brought her another bouquet of white chrysanthemums, and Xi Mo put the bouquet of white chrysanthemums together with the ones he brought, and carefully placed them on the flower stand in front of the tombstone.
She stood by her mother's grave and didn't know what to say.
Jian Xian was so young when she died, facing her mother's photo, she couldn't call her aunt, but with her current situation, she couldn't call her mother.
So she could only bow silently, thinking in her heart: Mom, I'm here to see you.
Jian Xian in the photo has delicate eyebrows, and seems to be looking at her tenderly.
The cold autumn wind blows the flowers and trees in the backyard, and also blows the soft petals of white chrysanthemums.
The worship ended in a quiet and solemn atmosphere. After so many years, time has diluted the sadness of death, and both Xi Mo and her father have accepted this reality.
There is no need to cry sadly at the tombstone, let alone mourn, everything is peaceful, as if Jian Xian is still by their side.
Ruan Yesheng didn't know anything about Xi Mo's mother, Jian Xian. If Xi Mo hadn't told her at the beginning, she wouldn't even know Jian Xian's name.
She stayed in the villa last night and saw some of Jian Xian's relics, but she still knew little about them.
Not only that, Ruan Yesheng looked at Xi Mo, and suddenly realized that she didn't know Xi Mo very well.
Even though she spent her college life with Xi Mo, read all of Xi Mo's works, followed her shining footsteps all the way, and was able to capture her incomparably subtle demeanor in various media reports, she was still not familiar enough she.
The two stayed in a room on the second floor. Ruan Yesheng asked Xi Mo: "Can I know something about your mother conveniently? I was afraid of revealing my truth yesterday, so I didn't dare to talk to your father. Talk about your mother, and I don't know."
"Yes." Xi Mo held her mother's photo frame in his hand, looked at it, and said, "But I know very little about my mother. When she left, I was still very young, and my father I don’t usually communicate with me very much, and I can hear very little about my mother from my father.”
"Then you always know your mother's occupation?" Ruan Yesheng said.
"She is also a businessman just like my father." Xi Mo's eyes fell on an ancient rhyme vase: "But the direction of her business is different from my father. My father invests in multiple sources, and my mother only specializes in one. She Only antique auctions."
"Antique auction?" Ruan Yesheng suddenly realized: "No wonder there are so many antique ornaments in this villa, all of which are your mother's favorites, right?"
Xi Mo nodded: "My mother has many channels related to auctions, but I actually don't know much about them, I don't even know where her auctions are held, only those who are knowledgeable in her circle know this. "
Xi Mo had participated in some auctions before, but they were all charity auctions. Charity auctions like this one abound in the entertainment industry, and most of them are used to show love or hype. The auction items are even more varied, from jewelry to clothes, etc., basically provided by celebrities.
But she knew that the auction held by her mother must be completely different from this one.
It was very private.
Even sometimes, no one knows where the auction items in it come from, and the background is even more complicated.
Most people would not dare to participate in such an auction. Only people in the antique industry with poisonous vision and high means can enjoy it.
"I don't really understand." Ruan Yesheng thought for a moment and said, "But Ting Huan should understand very well. She has also participated in many antique auctions before. It's the kind you said, most people don't give it."
"Yan Tinghuan also makes antiques?" Xi Mo was a little surprised.
"She doesn't make antiques. But she knows a lot of people in the antique industry. She didn't go to bid at the auction, she said she was looking for something. She didn't say what she was looking for, but after so many years, she couldn't find it."
"By the way." Ruan Yesheng said this, and added: "If you want to know the auctions held by your mother before, but you dare not ask your father, then I can help you to ask Tinghuan. She knows so People in this industry, if you tell her your mother's name, maybe they will know."
Xi Mo lowered his eyelashes, and said after a long while: "Forget it, don't ask, this was all many years ago."
"Okay, then don't ask." Ruan Yesheng saw that she was in a bad mood, and her voice softened a lot.
"Do you have any questions for me?" Xi Mo put Jian Xian's photo back on the table.
"No." Ruan Yesheng said quickly.
"Do you want to know how my mother died?" Xi Mo's eyes darkened.
Ruan Yesheng's lips moved, but in the end he hesitated to speak.
Today is Jane's death day. Asking this question, Xi Mo should be very sad.
Ruan Yesheng wanted to know, but she didn't really want to ask.
Xi Mo opened his mouth slowly: "My mother died in a car accident. Her car collided with another car, and the other car was speeding, and the collision was severe. She was sent to the hospital and rescued. It's been a day, but I still can't save him."
Ruan Yesheng looked solemn.
"I didn't see her last look." Xi Mo looked at the picture of Jian Xian, and said softly: "I was only five years old at the time, and I was ignorant. Uncle Ding said that my family would not let me see my mother. The appearance of dying, I was afraid to scare me. I didn’t even know what death meant at the time. Gradually, I realized that my mother will never come back.”
Ruan Yesheng put his hand on Xi Mo's back and patted it lightly.
Xi Mo turned his head and looked at Ruan Yesheng: "My mother left, but the driver who hit her took her life and was rescued, and she didn't even go to jail. It's so unfair."
"Why?" Ruan Yesheng asked in surprise, "Didn't go to jail?"
"There is a lot of evidence. The driver was in the car at the time and was sent to the hospital." Xi Mo said coldly, "But the driver kept insisting that he was not the one who hit it, and that he was crazy behind. Finally, after an appraisal, it was confirmed that he was really crazy, so he He was sent to a nursing home and locked up."
The more Ruan Yesheng thought about it, the more strange he became.
If the evidence is sufficient, with Xi Ji's character and ability, it should be impossible for this matter to end like this.
With Xi Ji's contacts, it was easy for that driver to be convicted and pay the price he deserved at that time.
Xi Ji loves his wife Jian Yuan so much, how can he accept that the perpetrator is just locked up in a nursing home
"Did your father not take any measures at that time?" Ruan Yesheng asked.
"It was my dad who sent the driver to the nursing home." Xi Mo sighed: "My dad pays the nursing home a generous sum of money every year, so that the nursing home will take good care of the driver and ensure that he can live a good life. These are all Uncle Ding told me that when I was a child, I didn’t understand it very much. I felt that my father did not seek justice for my mother, and even hated him a little, but Uncle Ding said that my father was making the right choice, and he was doing it all for my mother’s benefit.”
"This is very strange." Ruan Yesheng said: "I don't think it's right. Uncle Xi doesn't seem like someone who would do this. Is there any other reason why he has to do this?"
"Later, when I grew up, I thought the same way as you did, because it didn't look like my dad's style." Xi Mo said, "Do you still remember that when I was a sophomore, I didn't participate in the rehearsal once, I didn't ask for leave, Teacher Wang couldn't find me for a long time, so I lost my temper?"
"Remember, remember." Ruan Yesheng nodded: "You are Teacher Wang's most promising student, and that was the first time we saw her because you lost your temper so much that we were too scared to speak."
"I went to that nursing home quietly that day, and lost my phone," Xi Mo said.
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