Now suddenly asked, Ye Jian's expression was a little stiff, but she had a good psychological quality, and she concealed the strangeness in an instant, and smiled lightly: "The family who adopted me before took the pension left by my mother. This family is now also No longer, so, Dad, you don’t have to thank you."
She didn't want to tell Dad Fu about things before the age of fourteen. If she could hide it... She wanted to keep it all the time.
In fact, it’s a bit unrealistic. Dad Fu can find out these things after investigation. She also needs to mention it, but... Ye Jian looked up at the high mountain where her mother was buried, Qingbai Straight, like a guard... At least wait until you finish visiting your mother, and wait until your father's mood calms down.
One thing after another, there must always be a buffer, how can it be shaken out all at once.
Although she was quick to conceal her strangeness, Dad Fu still saw a clue, and Dad Fu's heart started to ache fiercely.
His daughter is avoiding those past events again. She must have been too miserable and miserable, and she doesn't want to say it to make him sad, just like her mother's thing, for fear that he, as a dad, would be so careful to hide her sadness.
Deep down in my heart, I consciously owe Ye Jian too much to Dad Fu, if there is a boulder on his chest, so that he can't breathe. My daughter is too sensible, so sensible that she can take care of him as a dad...
Father Fu, who was short of breath in his heart, suppressed the tumbling emotions, took a deep breath, and cooperated with Ye Jian to pretend that nothing was found, and smiled softly: "That's a shame. Go back next time. Dad will go and thank you if you have a chance."
At this time, Dad Fu didn't expect that the family who adopted Ye Jian tortured his daughter in various ways and almost died several times.
I don't know that this family is still the murderer who pushed his wife to sacrifice, separating him from the yin and yang of his favorite person.
In front is the tombstone of Martyr Sun Xueqing. Because the Qing Ming Dynasty has just passed, there is a wreath that has withered before the tomb. This is a ceremony organized by the Southern Province Army to lay flowers to commemorate the martyrs every year. Wreaths, flowers.
Ye Jian pointed to the direction of the tombstone of the martyr Sun Xueqing, and gently said to Dad Fu: "Dad, keep to the left, the second one in the second row... Mom is buried there."
After she finished speaking, Dad Fu's eyes fell away.
In the early morning, there was still a light morning mist lingering on the mountains of the Martyrs Cemetery. The sunlight fell softly through the mist, shining exceptionally on the red five-pointed stars in front of the rows of tombstones, and Father Fu's eyes fell through the mist. To the resting place of the deceased wife.
"Red Plum..."
He murmured softly, and Ye Jian saw him staggering forward, staggering a few steps, before he saw his mother, her father's soul was already torn apart.
The greatest sorrow is nothing more than death.
My heart is dead, how can there be tears
Everyone goes with them, how can there be tears
After more than twenty years, Fu Yusheng finally saw the only woman in his life, his only beloved wife in this life.
She staggered several times as if she was about to fall. Ye Jian, who was holding a carnation in her hand, chased after him, and supported Dad Fu's arm with one hand, "Dad... slow down, don't fall."
The nasal sound is thick, and it is obvious that he has the intention of crying.
"Hey, don't help Dad, Dad walks over to see your mother." This time, Dad Fu firmly withdrew his hand. He wanted to walk to see his wife by himself. Even if he fell, he would crawl. Go to see your wife.