Nalan Chunbo took Wenshan to the tombstone. Ye Di’s grave was cleaned regularly, and Nalan Jing came often. Now there was Ye Di’s favorite peony flower in front of the tombstone, which shows that Nalan Jing’s high price It was flown in from China, maybe he just left.
The girl in the photo looks about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a gentle smile in her bright eyes.
"What a beautiful little girl." Wen Shan couldn't help but exclaim.
"This is my mother." Nalan Chunbo said, squatting down and reaching out to touch the photo on the tombstone.
Wen Shan: “…”
Wenshan suddenly looked at the little girl in the photo, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, "Ah, auntie is so childlike."
"My mother was fifteen when she passed away." Nalan Chunbo said again.
Wenshan's last struggle was crushed, and now only embarrassment remained.
How can she save it now
Nalan Chunbo turned back to look at Wenshan who looked embarrassed, "Don't feel embarrassed, I couldn't accept it at the beginning, so -"
Wenshan sighed and continued to look at Nalan Chunbo with her big innocent eyes.
Since Nalan Chunbo brought the person here, he naturally wanted to tell her everything, so Nalan Chunbo told Wenshan everything that happened back then without any concealment.
Nalan Chunbo seemed to be telling someone else's story. His voice was still elegant, as elegant as if Wenshan was a baby about to fall asleep, and he was telling the story to his beloved child.
But at the end, the one crying was Wenshan.
She had always said she loved him, but she didn't know that he went crazy because he was so stimulated.
He said she didn't understand him.
She retorted, she said she understood, she knew what he liked to eat, what he liked to use, she knew a lot about him.
But he didn't know what he was most afraid of.
Wenshan suddenly reached out and hugged Nalan Chunbo, and said in a low voice: "You are not dirty, and you have the best mother in the world, a mother who is greater than any other mother."
Nalan Chunbo reached out and hugged her body that could be completely embedded in his body. "If I could control myself back then, maybe I wouldn't have hurt you." He said, lowering his head and placing a kiss on her neck. Falling on that clear scar.
Wenshan even trembled unconsciously, her legs were a little weak, so she held his neck harder.
"If you can still be rational in that situation, you are too rational. People who are too rational are scary." Wenshan said, letting go of his neck, putting down her toes, tilting her head slightly to look By Nalan Chunbo.
Nalan Chunbo was also looking at her, and finally took her hand and faced the girl on the tombstone.
"Mom, her name is Wenshan. She is a kind-hearted girl like you." After Nalan Chunbo finished speaking, he looked at Wenshan.
Wenshan's face was slightly red, but she still looked at the person on the tombstone and said seriously: "Auntie, I am Wenshan. Don't worry, I will help you take good care of Nalan's father and take good care of him. Very good.”
Nalan Chunbo looked at Wenshan who was speaking seriously and held her hand more tightly.
After Wenshan finished speaking, she bowed to the tombstone and then looked at Nalan Chunbo.
Nalan Chunbo raised his hand and touched her head, and stood in front of the tombstone for a while before leaving with Wenshan.
But after going down the mountain, Wenshan always felt something was wrong. She just saw something wrong with the years on her aunt's tombstone.