City A is rainy and gloomy, the sky is dark, and the day is about to enter winter, which is already a little cold and makes people shiver.

In a suburban cemetery, a group of people are dressed modestly.

A young boy, standing closest to the tombstone, he is seven years old.

The photo on the tombstone is a woman, and in the black and white photos, she also has a noble and elegant temperament, but unfortunately she died of illness.

When everyone left, leaving behind in black suits, a father and son were still standing.

"Lifan," the man bent down and took Zuo Lifan's hand, and shouted softly, his voice very weak. There was a dead silence in his eyes.

The man who is dazzling and majestic on weekdays seems to have been hollowed out of his soul at this moment, and he is not decent.

"Fanfan, mom is going to sleep, sleep for a long time, Fanfan is obedient and obedient. Eat well, grow tall, find your little angel in the future, and live happily......" This is what Zuo Lifan's mother said to him while lying on the hospital bed not long ago.

"Mom still wants mortal, right?" Zuo Lifan's eyes stopped at his father, his eyes were a little red, and there were tears, which made people look very worried.

Zuo Hang was stunned for a moment, his heart was almost numb from pain recently, and because of his son's sudden questioning, he throbbed violently.

He tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowed slightly because he was holding back tears, and finally a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

From the moment his wife died, he seemed to have lost his soul, and he didn't shed a single tear these days, but at this time, his heart was uncontrollable because of his son's words......

He was famous, respected, and accomplished extraordinary, but he couldn't keep this woman who promised to protect her for the rest of his life.

Zuo Hang gently wiped away the tears that crossed his cheeks with one hand.

Slowly squatting down, he looked at Zuo Lifan, and his thin lips trembled, "Of course, mom loves you very much......"

Zuo Hang's voice went to the back, choked until the voice was very small.

He stretched out his hand to hug Zuo Lifan and let his son's chin rest on his shoulder.

Zuo Hang's emotions finally broke out, and the tears that had been accumulated for a few days fell little by little, he didn't want the child to see him like this......

He hugged Zuo Lifan tightly, this was the child she gave him.

Zuo Lifan sobbed on his father's shoulder, no matter how strong he usually was, he was just a child at this time, a child who had just lost his mother.

The picture of a big and a small hugging each other is particularly distressing.

And the family of four standing in the distance seemed quite happy. Among them, the delicate-looking little girl Jian Mo, with a little baby fat on her face, big eyes sparkling, a grandmother's little bun, very cute.

She was held in her father's arms, and her little head rested on her father's shoulder, Jian Mo liked it very much, it was very comfortable.

It looks gentle and wise, and the woman snuggles up next to the man.

The boy standing on the side is her brother Jian Su, cold and handsome, but also a little cute, in a few years, it will be an existence that makes girls have no resistance.

The little girl's father, Jian Chen, is Zuo Hang's best friend, but because of work, Jian Chen and his wife and children stay abroad all the year round.

This time, I rushed back to attend the funeral of Zuo Hang's wife. My heart is full of sighs, such a kind and beautiful woman, who should have a happy life, also pity such a young child, and have no mother.

"Let's go." Jian Chen said lightly.