In the afternoon, fine snowflakes fell outside, and Wang Hong was pestle in front of Sasha's grave, Xiaoou and Zemin quietly accompanied him. Dense snowflakes fell on the three of them one by one, and Ze Min took out the umbrella prepared in advance from Xiaoou's bag and motioned for Xiaoou to support his father.

"Dad..."Xiaoou gently patted the snow on Wang Hong's shoulder, "I've been standing for a long time, let's go back, I think Sasha already knows." She took her father's arm, and she could clearly feel that his father was shivering, and she didn't know if it was because of the cold or because of the distress.

Wang Hong didn't turn his head, his eyes were still staring at Sasha who was smiling forever on the stele, he covered Xiaoou's hand, and said to the tombstone, "Sasha, I'm your father, hehe..."

"Xiaoou," Wang Hong suddenly turned his head and said, "Who is that Jin Zeqi? ”

"That's Sasha's boyfriend, a man who loves her very much. ”

Wang Hong nodded with satisfaction, "That's okay, if you come, you will be safe, although it is cold here, there is always a time when spring flowers bloom, and you often come to see her, she shouldn't feel lonely..."

The father's choked voice was filled with infinite guilt and grief, Xiaoou remembered that on the day his mother left, his father also said in this tone, why wasn't he tormented by the mistakes he made when he was young?! As children, they are not qualified to comment on the grievances and hatreds of the previous generation, and it is completely unnecessary to care about whose fault it is now. If Sasha had figured this out earlier, then their family wouldn't have had to suffer so much in vain.

Wang Hong raised his head, there was a gray sky with snow outside the umbrella, he sighed, the white mist condensed together, and immediately disappeared into the cold air, "Let's go..."

"Well, Dad, be careful of the road, it's slippery. Xiaoou supported his father, and just turned his head, a familiar figure came into view, "Xue'er... Is that you?"

Ze Min looked at Xiao Ou's eyes, the person in front was a little flustered, a big scarf wrapped around his cheeks, holding an umbrella in one hand and a bouquet of lilies in the other, although he couldn't see his face clearly, his body was indeed very similar to Jiang Xue.

"Sister Xiaoou, Zemin, you... Hehe, what a coincidence, I'm here to worship my grandfather~" Jiang Xue walked into the three of them and stretched out her hand to pull down the wrapped scarf, "It's so cold this day!"

Ze Min looked puzzled, since it was cold, how did he choose this time to worship? And why didn't he call Lin Fanyu? But he didn't blurt out and asked, but said tactfully, "Xue'er, on such a cold day, can you stand it when you come out?"

"Well, thank you Jin Dashao for your concern, I'll be fine for a long time..."Jiang Xue leaned over and looked at the tombstone, "You guys come to see Sasha, I heard Fan Yu say... Alas, what a pity to leave at such a young age. She shook her head regretfully, and asked again, "Sister Xiaoou, who is this?"

Xiaoou, "This is my dad, we just came from our hometown... By the way, Xue'er, I was trapped on the highway that day, but fortunately, Lin Fanyu came to save me, I have to thank him, I'm really sorry to worry you, I want to invite you to have a meal when I have time. ”

A slight look of disgust flashed on Jiang Xue's face for a second, and she immediately returned to her smile, "I was really worried that day, but when I think about it, Fan Yu is also eager to save people, hehe, I don't care so much." Her silver-bell-like laughter was particularly beautiful in this peaceful snow, "Eat just... Let's wait until they're done with the work at hand. ”