During the Qingming season, the sky seems to be dyed with a sad color to cater to this cemetery, and the cold drizzle is dense and dense.

A black car stopped at the foot of the hill in the suburban cemetery, Jiang Yimo was dressed in black, holding a large bouquet of carnations, took out the things used for the grave from the trunk, and walked to the cemetery on the path paved with bluestone slabs.

A gentle breeze blew up a few fallen leaves, and the cemetery looked bleak and lonely. The wind in his ears was like the whispers of the dead.

He stood in front of the marble tombstone, his sad gaze a little lowered, and his lonely back was very lonely.

The long black stone tombstone constitutes a commemorative statue, and the tombstone is engraved with "The Tomb of Mother Jiang Muyao", which is forever fixed at the age of 35, and there is her signature before her death, as well as the name of the owner written in gilt font The time of birth and death, surrounded by flowers in front of the commemorative statue, accompanied by a guitar.

Every year, many fans come to pay tribute to the former idol singer Jiang Muyao, especially on the day of the Qingming Festival, using the English letters "I MISS YOU" made of petals to express their thoughts about her.

He stared at the memorial statue of his mother, closed his eyes, and the liquid in his sockets flowed out of his eyes.

A few crows flew through the sky with a wail, casting a black shadow that added to the desolation of the cemetery.

He squatted down, plucked the weeds one by one, lit incense candles with a lighter, laid out the pastries, opened a bottle of red wine, and filled the three cups in front of the tomb. Then he took a sip of his own bottle and watched as the ingots burned to ashes.

When Song Jiang arrived at Jiang Muyao's cemetery, someone had already taken the lead.

Jiang Yimo leaned against the tombstone and half-lay there, his head buried in his arm as if he was asleep, his clothes slightly wet. I don't know how long he's been here, and there are a few empty wine bottles scattered around his feet.

Song Jiang looked at his son's lifeless back, and he couldn't feel the passion of wanting to live in him, just like a plant, so he sighed faintly.

Jiang Yimo's face was pale, and when he heard the sound of footsteps, he slowly raised his head, and his eyes were empty for a moment.

"Momo ......" Song Jiang's tone was slightly surprised, only since Jiang Muyao died, Jiang Yimo refused to see him.

Song Jiang walked over and gently placed the sunflower in front of the tomb, which was the flower that Jiang Muyao liked before his death.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Yimo's tone was full of mockery.

Song Jiang's face was full of helplessness and distress, "I'm coming to see your mother." ”

"You don't deserve it, you know best how my mother died. Jiang Yimo's tone sounded like a thorn in his mouth, and his eyes were full of hatred.

Song Jiang felt sad for a while, his eyes were slightly red, "I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for your mother, it's all my fault, it's my father who is useless." ”

Jiang Yimo didn't want to deal with him, he hated this cowardly and incompetent man, and he couldn't wait to let him die! Hating a person is actually a hard thing, because of hate, so I always remember the reason for holding grudges, remember the harm that others have done to you, and every time I remember it, it is Ling Chi to myself.

Song Jiang's eyes were filled with guilt, and he took out a bank card and handed it to his son, "Momo, give you a little pocket money, the password is your birthday." ”

Jiang Yimo's face was terrifyingly gloomy, but he took the bank card without hesitation.

Being impulsive doesn't solve the problem, he needs money, and with money he can do a lot of things. He wants revenge on the man who killed his mother, he wants to be strong and control everything.

Song Jiang sighed and said, "What else do you want? Only I can do it, I will satisfy you." ”

Jiang Yimo was silent for a moment, and said coldly, "I want you to die, and that vicious woman." ”

At this time, Jiang Yimo only had hatred in his eyes, he just wanted to drag those murderers who killed his mother into the painful and dark hell, and let them confess to their mother.