But it was Jian Anning who pinched him, and then smiled at Aunt Sophia and said, "Don't mind, he often doesn't talk and do things with his brains." But he didn't mean that. ”

Aunt Sophia smiled, and then suddenly said, "If Simon (Mu Xinyu's English name) sees that you can smile so happily, I guess I will be very happy." ”

At the mention of Mu Xinyu, Jian Anning's face, which was still smiling just now, slowly retracted. Aunt Sophia immediately comforted her and said, "Don't be sad, I'm sure Simon doesn't want to see you sad either." You have such a good boyfriend, he must be happy for you. ”

Yu Zexiao also restrained his smile and came over and patted her on the shoulder. Jian Anning smiled weakly at him, as if to comfort him: "I'm fine." It's been so long, I'm fine. ”

Having said that, how could Yu Zexiao not know that no matter how low her father's status in her heart was, no matter how low her EQ was, he just patted her on the shoulder awkwardly at this time.

After a long time, Jian Anning stood up: "I'll go up and change my clothes." ”

The tone is obviously a little low.

Yu Zexiao moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but seeing Jian Anning's expression, he couldn't say anything.

Soon, Jian Anning changed into a black dress and came down, Yu Zexiao flew over alone, there was no other clothes, and finally he was not fancy in this body, and the two drove to the cemetery in the Eastern District.

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The cemetery of Mu Xinyu and his parents is located at the junction of Vancouver's east and west districts, close to the mountains and the sea, and the environment is pleasant. The cemetery here does not have an eerie atmosphere like in Europe, and even looks like a tourist attraction.

The car was parked in the parking lot outside the cemetery, and Jian Anning walked silently all the way inside, holding a bouquet of perfume lilies and two bouquets of yellow-color-chrysanthemum-flowers bought from the flower shop outside.

Perfume lily, the father's favorite flower during his lifetime - and Aunt Qiu's favorite. Although this "forest cemetery" has a beautiful environment, even Yu Zexiao is rarely serious.

He's really lucky. Since childhood, the only relative who has experienced death is my great-grandfather. However, Grandpa Zeng was indeed very old, and when he died, he was almost ninety years old, which can be regarded as a happy mourning. In addition, his parents are still alive, his grandparents are in good spirits, and he has almost never experienced the grief of the death of his loved ones.

The cemetery of Mu Xinyu and his parents is at the highest point of the entire "forest cemetery", from here, you can look at the Vancouver Bay in the distance. The three tombs are next to each other. As is customary in Canada, there are no photographs on the tombstones, only names, years of birth and death, and the name of hometown.

Putting down the flowers and looking at the names on the tombstones, even after ten years, the feeling of pain is still like a knife, stabbing her heart.

"Dad, grandpa, grandma, daughter/granddaughter is not filial, it took so long to come to see you." The sea breeze blew her long hair, and the pine forest rustled. This season is not the time for everyone to gather on tomb sweeping, and there are very few people who come to the cemetery. In the distance, only the chirping of birds in the branches, and the sound of wind and waves in the distance.