He remembered that Aunt Qing was very good at drawing.

There are also many portraits painted by his aunt in his family, recording his appearance from birth to the age of four.

Aunt Qing also taught him and his eldest brother, whenever he finished painting, she would always praise him with a smile, whether it was his voice or expression, it was very warm!

Undoubtedly, she was the only person he remembered in the depths of his childhood memory.

His playmate, and the teacher of enlightenment.

Although he still forgot her appearance after too much time, he would never forget that warm feeling.

And this is also the reason why he and his eldest brother take such good care of Bo Jinghan-

Unconsciously walked into the depths of the cemetery.

Rows of verdant pines and cypresses are even more verdant after being washed by the rain.

But against the backdrop of the icy rain, their preservation seems to render this solemn and solemn cemetery even more pathetic!

According to the direction in his memory, Bo Jinghan walked slowly, counting the tombstones one by one.

In front of a black and bright tombstone washed by the rain, it suddenly stopped.

"Mom......"

Bo Jinghan called in a low voice, put the bouquet in his hand in front of the tombstone, stared at the smiling face printed on the monument with a faint and gentle smile, and after a while, he lifted his lips and said, "I'm back!" ”

In the wind and rain.

Li held an umbrella and stood behind her.

Silently looking at the smiling portrait on the stele, he, like Bo Jinghan, did not move, did not speak, just kept watching.

No one knows what's going on in their hearts.

But when he came back to his senses, his eyes unconsciously turned to Bo Jinghan.

Looking at her thin voice, staring at her expressionless little face, my heart was worried.

But he understood the feeling, and did not bother her, but reached out and patted her gently on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Immediately, he spoke slowly.

Facing the woman on the monument who was still in the desolation of time, he told -

"Aunt Qing, I'm Li Yi. I'm sorry to come to see you after all these years. Moreover, I haven't been able to keep my promise back then, and when my eldest brother and I grow up, no one can protect you......"

"But rest assured, although we have not kept our promise to you, we will continue it to your daughter. As an elder brother, we will take care of her dutifully, and when she inherits the family business, we will also have the power to assist the ......."

"Aunt Qing, your daughter is very good! You ......"

Rest.

He couldn't say these two words, so he was stuck in his throat and couldn't speak.

The pines and cypresses sway in the wind.

Rustling.

It seemed to be in response to his words.

His eyes were gloomy, and Bo Jinghan stood stiffly in front of the tombstone, with a somewhat dazed expression on his face.

Hiding the longing for reunion, suppressing the grief rolling in his chest, and the hatred and resentment that caused this long-term separation.

For a while, there were mixed feelings, but there was silence.

Whoop -

Rustle -

The whole cemetery is silent only with these two voices, echoing each other, empty, and gloomy......

For a long time, Bo Jinghan reached out and stroked the rain-stained, cold tombstone.

"Mom, I came this time to sue you, I'm ready to do it!"

never shed a certain amount of tears, Bo Jinghan stabilized a faintly trembling voice, and used a gentle tone to bite the names one by one: "Ye Tengda, Liu Mengru...... The people who have bullied you and bullied you, I will clean them up one by one, and let them spend the rest of their lives slowly repenting! ”