The cold wind mixed with the rain swept by.

Lifted the shredded hair from her forehead and brushed the hem of her inky skirt.

The low voice, heavy and heartbreaking.

A thin figure, but strong in the wind and rain.

Mother......

Mother......

"Mom-"

There were countless voices in my heart, and finally with a trace of mourning that penetrated into my bones, I rolled out of my throat and rushed out of my lips and teeth.

Piercing!

"Cynthia, I want to cry...... Just cry! ”

Li Yi didn't know how to comfort her.

But looking at her pale face, cold eyes, and the sadness hidden between the corners of her eyebrows, she couldn't help but say: "It's better to cry." ”

Bo Jinghan obviously heard him, but she didn't answer, just crouched down and stared at the tombstone up close.

Closer, closer to Mom......

In a blink of an eye, it has been fifteen years since my mother left, and it has been five years since she left this homeland.

Fifteen years, more than 5,000 days and nights, you are lonely here, but the scum surnamed Ye is beautiful in his arms and has wine in his hand.

Is it worth it? Hate?

The fingertips like green onions and white slowly brushed the bright red small block on the stele.

Stroke by stroke.

It's as if I want to brand this name into my heart word by word.

- Bo Qingqing.

“cynthia……”

Wanting to speak again, Li Yi stretched out his hand to pull it up.

Before my hand touched her shoulder, I heard her say in a low voice: "Now I am not qualified to cry." Li Yi...... Be a witness to what I have to say today! ”

Li Yi's hand trembled slightly.

Suddenly, when he heard her call his name so solemnly, he was not stunned, and turned his eyes to look at her.

Looking at each other for half a minute, Li Yi bowed his head solemnly.

"Okay, I'll help you testify. I'm sure Aunt Qing will believe in you too! ”

As he spoke, Li Yi bent down, gently patted her shoulder, and stretched out his hand to her: "Cynthia, let's go, don't disturb Aunt Qing's rest." When you've done everything you need to do, come and see her! ”

……

I don't know if it's a psychological effect.

As he left, the cold wind became much gentler, and the rain gradually became lighter.

But Bo Jinghan's pace is still so heavy and heavy.

Every step of the way contains too much pain, parting, hatred, love and nostalgia......

Li Yi held an umbrella and silently followed her.

I met a middle-aged man holding a bunch of blue hydrangeas, holding an umbrella alone, walking towards them, and then passing by.

Li Yi's attention was on the people around him, and he didn't pay attention.

It was Bo Jinghan, as if he had suddenly returned to his soul, "Huh", and paused suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

Without answering, Bo Jinghan turned his head to look at the middle-aged man's vigorous back.

The man was found approaching his mother's tombstone......

I gasped, and the cold wind seemed to pour into my throat all at once.

Bo Jinghan was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly widened, staring at the back.

But the man moved, stood in front of the tombstone next door, and laid down the bouquet.

The sparkle of his eyes suddenly darkened.

Bo Jinghan shook his head slightly, self-deprecatingly hooking the corners of his mouth.

It's because she's too sensitive, and no one has stipulated that chrysanthemums must be used for sacrificial sweeps...... Perhaps, the person next to him likes hydrangeas like his mother?

"Cynthia, this ......"

"Let's go!"

His gaze swept over.

Finally, taking a deep look at the tombstone in the distance, Bo Jinghan bit his lower lip fiercely, resolutely turned around, and walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

Firm, yet determined!