It was indeed a decision that he would regret for the rest of his life.

Because he later learned that at that time, his mother had liver cancer, and in the two years of his mother's life, he missed it because of his willfulness.

He didn't know if it was his mother's choice, if she missed her father too much, or if she had begun to hate him. Hate his rebellion.

Before he knew it, tears were streaming down his cheeks. Looking at the photo's mother's familiar smile, the smile that always warmed his heart, his heart has shrunk into a ball.

He couldn't stay here any longer, he felt like the air was frozen, as if he would suffocate any longer. He didn't dare to look his mother in the eye.

He took two steps back, he couldn't stand, he didn't dare to stand, there was a snap, and in the afterglow, his knees fell deep on the ground, his knees hit the hard floor in front of the tombstone, he didn't feel anything, he leaned against the tombstone, and cried silently.

At this time, his proud self-control could no longer control his feelings, and he instinctively raised his hand and covered his gaping mouth, tears dripping down the marble floor, making a ticking sound.

Although his mother was able to join his father's team, he still couldn't forgive himself, a mother with terminal cancer, when she was dying, her only son, was not by her side?

How desperate should she be?

Although he comforted himself countless times, knowing that his mother would not blame him, he just couldn't control the sadness in his heart.

He couldn't blame his mother for not telling him about his thoughts, for not telling him about his illness, because his mother had kept him, didn't she? Otherwise, why not let him apply for the military academy, and not let him choose a better university in the capital with a good score in the college entrance examination? It's just that he was stubborn about being a soldier at that time, who is to blame?

Mother chooses to fulfill his dream and be left alone by pain, but isn't it too cruel for her?

He knelt in front of the tombstone, but he didn't cry, as if he had suddenly had aphasia, he couldn't make a painful sound, just a low, trembling choking sound in his throat, his fists clenched so tightly that he didn't even feel his nails embedded in the flesh.

If he doesn't cry, it doesn't mean that he doesn't grieve anymore, he just doesn't want to show his weakness.

He punched the ground again and again, and the fist also learned to flow blood, and the blood dripped down the fist, dripping on the ground, dripping on the small wildflowers on the ground, and the bright red blood made the white flowers appear even more red.

But the blooming little flower doesn't know his sadness, a child who has no father since he was a child and depends on his mother, can you imagine his sadness?

Countless times he has experienced life and death, countless times on the battlefield, he is already a powerful soldier, a soldier who is incomparably strong in his heart, he has learned to resist sadness, but this sting from the depths of his heart can't be controlled.

At this moment, looking at the familiar photos of my mother, the sting is even clearer.

I don't know when the sky began to rain, dark clouds overwhelmed the city, heavy rain poured down, the wind mixed with rain, torn blowing, the rain hit his face mixed with tears and left on him, dripping on the ground. In the wind and rain, no one saw his tears.

So he cried uncontrollably, and wailed.

At this time, above his head, suddenly there was a large black umbrella on his head.

He knelt on the ground in the afterglow, his knees were deep on the ground, he lowered his head, the rain piled up into a small ditch, making him have an extra piece of rain under him, he didn't see who was holding the big umbrella for him, he didn't look up why the rain didn't hit him, his tears only saw a white skirt and a pair of white canvas shoes in the haze.

He didn't get up, didn't speak, didn't even look up at the other party, raised his sleeves, wiped tears on his face indiscriminately, and then, without warning, he waved his arm violently, got up directly, hit the umbrella, and also hit the people close to him, the other party sighed, and fell to the ground, he didn't look back, he rushed to the path of the cemetery without looking back.

He wanted to escape from this place, now, he didn't need anyone's sympathy, he just wanted to find a place where there was no one, to be quiet, what he needed at the moment was not comfort, he just needed peace, that peace of mind.

He also didn't want others to see the sadness in his heart.

I didn't expect him to have such a reaction, Qiu Saixue, who was suddenly knocked to the ground, struggled to get up, and grabbed the big umbrella that was almost knocked off again, looking at his back as he left in a hurry, his delicate and soft little face showed a look of astonishment.

She didn't know Yu Guangzhong, nor did she know his name, but it wasn't the first time she had seen him.

A year ago, at the same time, it was here, on the same cemetery, and at the same time died when she was about to be on the street Qingming, she accompanied her parents to come to pay respects to her grandmother, and in this way, not far away, she accidentally found him squatting alone on the tombstone and crying bitterly.

Almost the picture of that time reappeared again, like a memory replayed in his mind again, he covered his mouth like this, stubbornly but silently choked, but his face was full of tears.

She never knew that a man, especially a man who looked at a tall man, could cry so sadly, this kind of sadness was heart-wrenching, distressing, so that she was standing next to her and watching quietly, and she couldn't suppress the urge to run over to comfort him.

This is a pitiful boy.

It's just that she just peeked from a distance that time, and didn't come over, because her parents were around, she just silently remembered his appearance, and she didn't expect that after more than a year, time was like going back, in the same cemetery, and in the same cemetery, he was still holding his mouth and crying silently.

In more than a year, he has grown a little taller, darker, and stronger, and his appearance has changed slightly, but what has not changed is that his desperate appearance of being alone and unable to cry uncontrollably hit her heart softly, what kind of Cheng dù should a person be sad to, in order to cry silently?

This time she didn't hide aside and peek again, but took the initiative to walk over, she ignored her parents' obstruction, she walked over, helped him hold up the big umbrella, and released kindness, but he didn't even look at her, not only didn't look, but also pushed her to the ground, turned around and ran.

Fate is so wonderful, before you know it, it will appear suddenly, and when you want to catch it, it will quietly drain away.

When she came back to her senses, she struggled to get up from the ground, despite the sound of mud and rain, but there was no sign of him in the cemetery, she hurriedly stood up and looked down, again, there was no one.

Not far away, the exclamations of her parents rang out, and she stopped chasing after them as they hurried over.

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