It's just that, after this exercise just now, the scab has cracked in some places, and blood beads are overflowing.

Pei Yun felt a deep pain in his heart, and carefully used a cotton ball to help Tang Moshen clean the wound, carefully smeared the medicine powder to stop bleeding, and re-bandaged it.

Pulling the thin quilt over him gently, she picked up her clutter and climbed onto the bed.

Fingers raised, helping Tang Moshen pinch one of her long hairs around her neck, and she lay on her side to his side.

By the light of the table lamp, I watched the man's sleeping face.

The man sleeps very deeply, and he always likes to frown on weekdays, but at this time he is also extremely stretched, and even slightly raised.

It can be seen that it is very easy to satisfy.

These days, this guilt has been weighing heavily on his heart.

It wasn't until tonight that he finally unraveled this demon, which was naturally a rare relief.

After staring at him for a long time, Pei Yun spoke softly.

"Good night, dear!"

She reached down and turned off the lamp and lay down beside him again.

In the dark, Tang Moshen's palm stretched out and landed on her, his fingers groped a few times in the dark, found her waist, and pulled her over as soon as his arm was closed, hugging her in his arms.

Pei Yunqing only thought that he was woken up by her.

"Did I wake you up?"

The man didn't answer, and his breathing was still low and gentle.

In that case, it is obvious that he is still asleep, and all the actions are just subconscious behaviors.

Pei Yunqing raised his lips in the darkness and closed his eyes in reassurance.

……

……

The next morning.

Tang Moshen and Pei Yunqing took Old Man Luo to the cemetery together, and the three of them were all dressed in black with solemn expressions.

When he came to his father's grave, Pei Yun saw two bouquets of flowers leaning on the tombstone at a glance.

A bunch of white camellias, slightly wilted, with morning dew on them.

The white camellia was her mother's favorite flower, and she knew that it was put by Tang Moshen last night.

There was also a bouquet of chrysanthemums, which looked extremely fresh, and there was no dew on it, which should have been put on early this morning.

Pei Yun looked at Tang Moshen suspiciously, his eyes full of inquiry.

Her father had no relatives other than her.

The matter of the mother's burial here, except for a few insiders, only the Luo family knows.

Except for Old Man Luo, no one in the Luo family will come to send her flowers.

Old Man Luo came with them, it couldn't be what he did.

Who gave this flower?

"It can't be Uncle Qin, right?" Pei Yun asked softly.

"He won't be so early!" Tang Moshen shook his head, his eyes swept over the traces on the grass, and he said softly, "It should be my dad!" ”

For Pei Fan's kindness, Old Man Tang has always remembered it, and every year on Pei Fan's death day, he will come over to take a look.

Looking at the deep footprints on the grass and the traces of the crutches, you can know that the old man is afraid that he has been here for a long time.

Pei Yun nodded lightly, and he was also a little helpless in his heart.

For Old Man Tang, such a thing is indeed a bit difficult to accept, so he can only take his time.

"Major Qin is coming!"

Wen Ziqian announced in a low voice.

A few people turned their faces, and sure enough, on the mountain road, a soldier in camouflage uniform walked up, with resolute facial features, deep lines, affectionate expression, and a bouquet of white camellia in his hand, it was Qin Zhinan, the head of the Blood Wolf Brigade.

For such a major event as moving the grave, of course Tang Moshen also had to inform Qin Zhinan.

After all, both of them were Pei Fan's soldiers.

After Qin Zhinan found out, he rushed over from the training ground in other provinces overnight.