"Nope! What strange things can children say! Ma Wenhao said with a smile, and then walked towards the door, but the doubts on his face became heavier because of Xiaoli's words.

Why do you always feel weird?

"If you don't hurry up, you'll be late!" Seeing that Xiaoli didn't follow, Ma Wenhao looked back at Xiaoli and said.

I saw that Xiaoli was still standing in the hall, with a touch of satisfied sadness on her face.

"What's wrong?!" Ma Wenhao turned back, looked at Xiaoli suspiciously, and asked.

"Today we're going to see my grandfather." Without waiting for Xiaoli to answer, Suki blinked at Ma Wenhao with bright eyes and said.

Grandfather? Ma Wenhao frowned and thought about it, today is May 23rd, which is Mo Hua's death taboo.

In fact, Xiaoli has been absent in the past few years, and he has to go to worship the mountain because of Mo Hua's death taboo, but recently Xiaoli has come back, and he has no time to pay attention to these at all because he cares about finding a way to please Xiaoli.

Ma Wenhao pursed his lips, reached out and touched Suki's head, then squatted down, touched Susan's face again, and said, "Uncle will accompany you, okay?" ”

He knew what kind of existence Mo Hua was to her, he couldn't be by her side to share her grief when Mo Hua died, and now he no longer wanted to see her bear and be sad alone.

"I ......" Looking at Ma Wenhao, Xiaoli suddenly didn't know what to say.

Seeing Xiaoli's brows tightened, Ma Wenhao hugged Suki in his arms, "Let's go!" ”

Ma Wenhao was the first to leave the house, looking at the familiar back and his broad shoulders, Xiaoli couldn't help but sigh.

In the final analysis, she is still weak, although many years have passed, but the moment before Mo Hua's death, she still remembers it vividly, that kind of overwhelm, that kind of heartbreak, she can still feel it clearly, so when Ma Wenhao said that he wanted to accompany her, he didn't wait to admit that she was sending a sigh.

……

The cemetery in summer, the sun is shining, a gust of wind blows, slightly cool.

Xiaoli pulled the twins to Mo Hua's grave, and then put the flower in her hand in front of the tombstone.

"This is Grandpa, come, babies, say hello to Grandpa." Xiaoli bent down and said to the twins.

"Hello grandpa." The two of them showed an innocent smile in unison, and then said in unison.

Looking at the familiar photo on the tombstone, Xiaoli covered her chest with her hands, and the place called the heart in her left chest was aching faintly.

As if feeling Xiaoli's sadness, a pair of eccentric twins were not as noisy as before, but looked at Xiaoli quietly, not understanding that their mother's face was sad.

Seeing the twins' expressions, Ma Wenhao pulled them over and hugged them in his arms.

It's really strange, although he didn't like these two little girls at first, but in less than two hours, he seemed to like them.

"Uncle, Mommy is okay!" Suki looked at Ma Wenhao and asked worriedly.

Looking at Suki, who was frowning and worried, Ma Wenhao pursed his lips and smiled, and then said comfortingly, "It's okay, Mommy just misses grandpa too much." ”

At such a young age, how can his face be full of worry?

"Daddy said my grandfather went to heaven. Is it? Susan asked, blinking.

"Eun...... Oh, yes! How clever! As he spoke, Ma Wenhao rubbed her little head, and involuntarily showed a loving smile on her face.

"Baby, can you go and help mom get a pack of tissues?" Not wanting the children to be affected by their own sadness, Xiaoli said to the twins.

"Yes, good!" The twins nodded in unison, and then walked towards the car not far away.

"Dad, are you okay? I've come to see you! Seeing the twins leaving, Xiaoli squatted down, wiped the dust on the photo with her hands, and said in a hoarse voice.

And Ma Wenhao, who was standing on the side, didn't make a sound, just stood quietly beside her, staring at her.

"Dad...... I've been doing well for the past few years, you don't have to worry. After you left, my mother found me and went to live in a foreign country. Father...... Whining...... I'm sorry...... I'm wrong about you. Thinking that she had hated him for so many years because she had misunderstood Mo Hua, and that she hadn't even taken good care of her in the days he was away, Xiaoli couldn't help crying guiltily.

Seeing Xiaoli crying bitterly, Ma Wenhao squatted down and hugged her into his arms, hoping to give her a support.

This time, Xiaoli did not refuse Ma Wenhao's approach, because now she really hopes to have a support, even if it is only a temporary support.

Looking at the photos on the tombstone, remembering the past, Ma Wenhao said in a low voice, "Actually...... When you and I first met, I was kicked out of the house by my uncle, and I looked for him. ”

"Huh?" Xiaoli replied suspiciously, waiting for the following.

"Remember, when he found out that I was the guy who ruined your innocence, my uncle picked up a broom and tried to kick me out of the door." Thinking of how embarrassed he was when he was beaten by Mo Hua, Ma Wenhao couldn't help but smile.

"Actually, your father loves you very much." Ma Wenhao said sincerely.

He will not forget the scene when Mo Hua solemnly entrusted Xiaoli to him after beating him.

At first, he didn't understand why Mo Hua wanted Xiaoli to leave since he loved Xiaoli so much, but slowly, he understood that Mo Hua did this because he didn't want to drag Xiaoli down, and he didn't want Xiaoli to see his fragile side, this is the self-esteem of being a man and the self-esteem of a father.

"I know!" Thinking of the letter Mo Hua wrote to her, Xiaoli wiped away her tears, her eyes full of guilt.

If she had paid more attention at that time, would she have known Mo Hua's love for her, if she had paid more attention, would she have noticed Mo Hua's illness, and if she had paid more attention, would Mo Hua not have died?

Buried his head in his knees and wept bitterly.

The heart, such a pain, is as if it has been inserted into it by tens of thousands of needles, and it does not die immediately, but has to endure the torture of stitch by stitch.

Ma Wenhao bit his lip and looked at Xiaoli who was crying so sadly, his eyes didn't know when they were moist, he stretched out his hand, as he did many years ago, gently patted Xiaoli's back, and whispered in her ear, "It's okay, just cry, I'm still here." ”

"Woo woo......" Hearing Ma Wenhao's voice, Xiaoli couldn't help but reach out and grab his collar, hoping to seek strength. The sound of weeping wafted through the cemetery, and it looked so desolate.

"Woo woo......" Xiaoli cried even more sadly, as if she wanted to burst out the emotions that had been suppressed in the past few years.

And he's there?! And he's there?!

The same actions, the same words, as if he was still the same person back then.