She didn't give Qiao Liqin any chance to speak.

Qiao Liqin opened her mouth anxiously in the back, but seeing Su Qingying's attitude, she gave up.

Retracting her gaze, she inadvertently glanced at Gu Qingchang beside her, and she reached out and twisted Gu Qingchang's arm in hatred.

Then lift your feet and walk forward with a puff.

This cemetery is on a hill at the junction of Nancheng and Jiangcheng, and there are four districts, southeast, northwest, and northwest, which are in the southeast and northwest directions of the mountain, and they are separated by a long distance.

It's a twenty-minute drive from here to the West End.

On this day every year, Su Qingying can only go to the West District first, and when Zhang Shuhong and the others are gone, she will secretly come over to worship her father.

Su Qingying put Su Chiang in the back seat, found two band-aids in the storage compartment, and pasted the broken place on his forehead.

"Brother."

Su Qingying was putting a band-aid on Su Chiang, and Su Chiang's attention was always outside the car window, and he was anxious when he saw that Gu Qingchang's family had gotten into the Mercedes-Benz business car.

Reach for the car door to get out.

Su Qingying grabbed him, "Su Yang, let's go see my mother now, be good." ”

Su Chiang frowned and was dissatisfied, "My brother said that he went to his house to eat puffs." ”

After saying that, he puffed out his cheeks and was very unhappy.

Words don't count.

Su Qingying became serious, "We have to go to see our mother now, and we can eat puffs after reading it." ”

Puffs, puffs, puffs and orange juice all day long.

Why can't he get tired of eating and drinking?

Hearing that after reading it, my mother could go to eat puffs, Su Chiang compromised, "Okay then." ”

He pouted, reluctantly watching Gu Qingchang and their car drive past in front of their car.

It's helpless.

In winter, there are always more cloudy days than sunny days in the southern city, and today it has been gloomy since early in the morning.

When she arrived at the cemetery in the West District, Su Qingying took the flowers and some sacrifices that had been prepared long ago into the car, Su Chiang stood aside, she reached out and gave him the flower land, "Su Yang, you take the flowers." ”

Su Chiang stretched out his hand to take it.

Su Qingying took his other hand and walked up the mountain.

Like when he was a child, Su Chiang was not sensible at that time, and he couldn't make his own decisions, they didn't let him come over to worship his mother in the morning, she would always secretly bring Su Chiang over again in the afternoon of this day, so as to lead him like this.

The whole mountain forest is like now, except for them, there is no one figure, and the tranquility makes people feel a little depressed and afraid.

It was Su Yang, who was still very young at the time, who gave her guts.

Later, when he grew up, he had his own opinions, and he knew that he was resisting, and every time he would accompany his grandmother to the West Side first, and then go to his father's side, regardless of whether his grandmother was angry or not.

The living pay attention to the rich and the slums, even the dead, the eastern district is the first place for the rich to be buried, and the western district is very poor.

When she was a child, she had only one dream, and in the future, if she was able, she could let her mother go to the East End and be with her father.

The sky was hazy and it was raining lightly.

pulled Su Qingying's thoughts back.

Before she knew it, she had reached the mountain, and she looked up in the familiar direction, and there was a mist on her eyelashes, which she wiped with her hand.

"Sister, I saw my uncle."

Su Qingying's face turned cold when she saw the man standing in front of her mother's tombstone, but Su Qiang was very happy, let go of her hand, and ran towards the tombstone.

Su Qingying chased after him, "Su Yang." ”

Su Chiang ignored Su Qingying, ran to the tombstone with the flowers, and happily called Shen Lingmo, "Little uncle." ”