Chapter 407 407: Weird Rose, Who Sent It

Today's weather is exceptionally gloomy.

The dark blue sky, as if dyed with ink, was eerie and lonely.

The cold black light, obliquely shining on the cold stone monument, the astringent wind, like a silent whisper, sang the oldest tune, mourning for the deceased who slept here.

At the steps, two slender figures slowly walked up.

The big palm wraps the small one.

The back is sparse, and it is extremely right.

The girl will raise her eyes from time to time to observe the faces of the men around her.

Occasionally, use your fingertips to gently touch his palm.

As if to remind him: I have always been there.

The man took her hand and strengthened it a little more in response.

Finally, we arrived at our destination.

The pure white marble tombstone is simple but noble.

Under the tombstone, a bunch of abrupt black roses instantly stabbed the man's eyes.

The heart was churning abruptly.

The strength of the palm of the hand followed by the sharp contraction.

"What's wrong?"

Luo Xun asked softly.

But the drum was quietly beating in his heart.

Xiao Chen didn't answer, but put the forget-me-not in his other hand and put it in the crook of Luoxun's arm.

Subsequently, a white handkerchief was removed from the trouser pocket.

Bending down, through a handkerchief, he quickly lifted the bouquet of black roses in front of the tombstone.

Then, with a wave of one hand.

The bouquet of black roses rolled down the steps outside with the strength of his hand.

In an instant, thunder and lightning erupted.

The cold wind blew the broken hair on the man's forehead, and the light of lightning echoed his obsidian-like pupils.

Eye-catching but cold.

Luo Xun put his slender jade hand into the man's palm again.

Trying to use his own temperature to warm the man who may be fried at any time.

"Third brother."

She wanted to recall Xiao Chen, who was obviously not in good shape.

She knew that the bouquet of black roses just now had stimulated Xiao Chen.

I don't know who sent it.

Xiao Chen finally looked back at her, raised his hand and rubbed her furry head, "It's okay." ”

Then, he took Luoxun's hand with the forget-me-not, and together put the forget-me-not they brought in front of the tombstone.

"Mom."

Xiao Chen lowered his eyes.

That sound was a decadence he had never had.

"I brought your daughter-in-law to see you. Her name is Luo Xun, and she is the only girl in my life who wants to spend the rest of my life together. ”

Mother.

I'm not alone anymore.

I have the girl I love.

Her name is Luoxun.

Luoxun noticed the photo on the tombstone.

Although it is a black and white photo, the woman in the photo is really beautiful.

It's a kind of quiet time, as long as there is the kind of beauty you are in.

Elegant and gentle, with a flower-like smile on the corner of her mouth.

People can't help but want to keep her by their side for a lifetime.

Xiao Chen stretched out his hand and put it on Luoxun's shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "Ah Xun, call Mom." ”

Under the eyes, it is an unstoppable spoiling.

Luoxun shouted obediently, "Hello Mom." ”

My heart warmed.

She finally met his mother.

Under the dark clouds, the two of them looked at the photos on the tombstone and whispered for a while.

When he went down the steps, he passed by the mutilated petals that had just been thrown away by Xiao Chen mercilessly.

Black roses.

Evil rendering.

The restless elements in Xiao Chen's body spread little by little.

He lifted his foot and kicked all the scattered steps down.

After going down the steps, he stared coldly at Ye Nan, who was waiting next to the car, and his tone was an ice slag that could not be dissolved, "Go investigate today's cemetery monitoring, and be careful!" ”

Ye Nan took the order.

The low-key inky Bentley galloped away.

At a certain corner of the cemetery, a dark shadow of charm appeared.

Looking at the remnants of flowers floating everywhere under the steps, the corners of his mouth seemed to curl up mockingly.

In the next second, he raised his head, his edges and corners were cold, "Tang Ning, after so many years, you have rested in peace." You can see it clearly, my pain of losing a child will definitely let your son experience it for himself! ”