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After reading everything, Yinmo still didn't react, an eight-year-old child's heart really can't accept the reality of a world of difference.

The beauty came too suddenly, and naturally I couldn't believe it for a moment.

When pies fall from the sky, you have to look up in case of garbage thrown upstairs.

There are not so many ideas in Yinmo's heart, but it is simply not easy to accept. The richest person he has ever seen is probably Grandpa Zhao's son, who drives a shiny luxury car that has been washed every time, pulling his wife and children to swagger through the market.

If he knew that the boy who was once dirty and couldn't be dirty anymore would be able to own a luxury car that he couldn't buy all his life. How cruel that blow must have been.

Hua Xueyue was a little unhappy with Situ Yu's assertions, and she was a little worried about Yinmo. However, Jufeng disagreed.

"He grew up reading the books of the sages, and the foundation of his heart was strong. If you can't resist these temptations, you're not worthy to be my son. ”

Weisheng Chuyang pursed his lips on the side, poured cold water and said, "Is it proud to be your child?" You can't even accompany you, and you don't care about it for more than eight years at once, and you have a sense of responsibility more than you to catch a father on the street. ”

Ju Feng can see that many people are a little resentful of themselves. His favorite daughter is, and the loyal girl in the northwest is not.

And he knows that the two women he will face next are the people he is most sorry for.

However, before facing this, he first had to take Yu Mo to meet his biological mother.

The autumn breeze has always been like this, let alone in such a bleak hill.

Still on the mountainside, Ju Feng first took a drink to worship his grandfather and let him recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors. Then he took him to worship his mother.

Everyone who came to pay their respects left one after another, and soon, only Jufeng and his son were left on the mountainside.

The photos on the tombstone are still clear and bright, Ju Feng is familiar with himself, he will come once a year, and then get drunk here, dreaming back to the beginning.

Today is the first time to bring a drink, so Jufeng's mood is a little different.

Yin Mo looked at the photos on the tombstone, I don't know why, I really felt a little kind. That feeling came from the bottom of my heart, and then flowed to my limbs and bones, etched in my bones.

Ju Feng didn't speak, and naturally, he knelt down.

Silently, there were three clear knocks.

"On the day your mother gave birth to you, she was framed by your father's enemy, and she gave birth to you at the end of the day, but she ......"

Eight years have passed, and Ju Feng has been trying hard to force himself not to think about the time when the tragedy happened, thinking that he can forget it without thinking about it. But now all the pictures came back to his mind, and he found that he was still facing it very hard.

Yu Mo raised his head and looked at his father, who was a little choked, his lips pursed together, and he didn't make a sound. However, in fact, he had a lot of things to say in his heart, to be relieved, to complain.

But in the face of her mother's moment, she could only be speechless.

"It's Dad who didn't protect Mom. Dad is sorry Mom, and I'm even more sorry for you. ”

For as long as he can remember, this may be the most emotional thing Ju Feng said to Yu Mo, who held back his tears and shook his head violently.

Yu Mo believes that when such a tragedy occurs in her mother, the saddest person must be her father. In the past eight years, there has been no witness to how Jufeng spent it, although they can imagine it, but how can the imagination be the same as reality.

However, Drinker has seen it, and Drinker knows it. He knew how much his father was struggling and painful to shut himself in a dark room every day behind closed doors.

The pain that can't be expressed is even more sad. He had been aware of this since the very beginning of his life, because this was how he was going through it himself. What is the hard work of schoolwork? The pain in the heart is the most tormenting.

used to drink silently, thinking that he should blame his father. When he heard that his father was going to take him to visit his mother, he still felt that he should blame his father.

Why? Why didn't you protect your wife? Why let an innocent child be born without a mother and face the cruel storm of the outside world alone? Why haven't you told me all this for eight years?

But when he really heard his father say sorry, he understood why all this was done, and only these three words were really enough to make up for it.

Because in the final analysis, the most important thing to ask is the man standing next to him!

Yin Mo looked at the photo on the tombstone, and fell into a trance, wanting to engrave his mother's appearance in the depths of his heart, even if it was stormy, he couldn't blow it away.

He only has his mother in his eyes, and he thinks that his mother is really the most beautiful woman in the world. Mom's hands should be soft and warm. Mom's voice should be soft and pleasant; When you sleep in your mother's arms at night, you shouldn't have nightmares.

Everything about my mother is so beautiful, but it's a pity, but there is no way to experience it anymore.

Autumn days are very accustomed to rain, and the weather is unpredictable. Suddenly the wind blew, and then the rain fell.

Ju Feng's hand passed through the rain curtain and reached out in front of Yu Mo. In his hand, he was holding an ornament.

Key-shaped ornaments.

"This is what your grandmother left to your mother, and your mother will leave it to your future daughter-in-law."

Drink Mo took the key, and the rain hit his face, hiding the tears well.

My mother must love me very much, like I am not in the same world, but she must miss me very much, just as I miss my mother very much.

Silently, he put the key-like ornament around his neck, held the key in the palm of his hand, and held it tightly.

I also have a mother, I thought to myself, and then suddenly laughed.

But not long after laughing, his slender eyebrows fell to both sides, and his expression was extremely sad.

Today is my birthday, my mother's bitter day, and my mother's sacrifice day.

What a sad reality this is.

If possible, Mom, I will definitely work harder, spend twice as much time reading every day, and spend twice as much time practicing. I just want you to meet me, even if it's okay.

But this is not an extravagant hope, but an impossible empty talk.

Suddenly, the rain became more intense.

Ju Feng squatted down, hugged and drank silently, and the father and son both cried.

(To be continued)

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