She wasn't mistaken.

Those two people......

It was the pair of men and women she met by chance when she worshiped Zhao Lao in Ancheng before, and she never forgot the shocked eyes of the two when they saw her.

How did they end up here?

Coincidental?

Xia Wan frowned unconsciously, always feeling a little inexplicably strange.

"What are you looking at?" When her thoughts were drifting, Huo Qing's hoarse voice sounded in her ears, and in the next moment, her hand on her lap was held.

Summer evening suddenly came back to his senses.

"Huo Qingsui."

"Huh?"

Xia Wan turned around and saw that he had finished the call, so he asked, "Do you remember the time when I went to the bathroom in Zhao Lao's cemetery and met a man and a woman?" I should have seen them again just now and thought...... Quite a coincidence. ”

"Them?" Huo Qing frowned slightly.

"Hmm." Xia Wan nodded, thought about it, put this matter behind her, and changed the topic, "Don't talk about this, by the way, is Li Youlin in a hurry to find you?" Do you want to ......?"

"It's okay, I just want to get together in the evening." Huo Qingsui squeezed her hand, and her eyes darkened imperceptibly, "Don't worry about him, let's get out of the car." ”

"Okay."

Xia Wan didn't ask much, so he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

So she didn't see the darkness in Huo Qingsui's expression.

In fact, it was Li Youlin who came with the news just now, among them, Li Youlin has always been the best at checking the news, but this time, the result is that there are no clues at all, as if Zhao Wanyan's "truth" information appeared out of thin air.

But—

He and Li Youlin both know very well that the more they can't find it, the more weird it is, and this happens to be a flaw that they can take advantage of.

It's just that he doesn't want Wanwan to know about these things for the time being, no matter what the truth is.

After a while, Huo Qingsui held a bouquet of carnations in one hand and Xia Wan in the other, and walked in the direction of the cemetery without hurrying.

Step by step, getting closer.

Perhaps, it is because the hometown is more timid, the closer it gets, the more nervous the summer evening becomes, and even the breathing is a little short.

"Late, don't be nervous."

“…… Well. ”

Ten minutes later, the two arrived.

Xia Wan suddenly stopped, pursed her lips and turned around, turned her back to the tomb, and opened her mouth, she was already a little incoherent: "Huo Qingsui, I'...... I'm still a little nervous, mom she's ...... I've ...... all these years"

Before the words fell, a warm touch suddenly came from her lips, and then, her cheeks were gently rubbed by her fingertips, and the familiar throbbing sensation magically soothed the restless heart of the summer evening.

"Forgot? I'll be with you, she won't blame you, she's waiting for us to walk over and see her. ”

His eyes flickered, and Xia Wan raised his eyes to look at him.

The next second, she took the initiative to take his hand and turned around, and said in a low but very firm voice: "Go over." ”

"Okay."

After a few steps, the two of them walked completely to the tomb.

Xia Wan was stunned: "Someone...... Been here? ”

In front of the tombstone, a bunch of white stars and lilies are quietly placed there, and the breeze blows, as if there is a faint fragrance wafting.

Somehow, the two people he saw at the foot of the mountain suddenly popped up in Xia Wan's mind.

Is it them?

But......

Mother's tomb is here, except for her and Xia Zhengtao, there are also slightly dyed words, no one knows anymore, and ...... On the way here, she didn't see the two again.

Huo Qingsui also saw the two bouquets of flowers.

Merely......

He thought of Jiang Shaodong.

But such an idea must not be known to the future.

His thin lips opened slightly, and he said lightly without a trace: "It should be your father." ”

Xia Zhengtao?

Xia Wan lowered her eyes and bit her lip unconsciously, but she didn't speak.

After a long time, she silently took the starry sky she brought from the arms of the person next to her, leaned over, her fingers trembled slightly and gently put it down, and in an instant, she clearly felt the acceleration of her heartbeat.

Pink fists clenched, she adjusted her breathing, looked at the photo on the tombstone greedily, and after a few seconds, she finally opened her voice in a dumb voice: "Mom, I ...... I'm back, I'm sorry, I didn't come to see you until today, I'm sorry ......"

The hardest part is opened at the beginning, and the rest seems to be much easier.

Taking a deep breath, Xia Wan tilted her little head sideways, and the corners of her lips were delicately raised, as if she had returned to the little daughter who was still in her arms when her mother was still there: "Mom, how are you?" I'm fine now, you don't have to worry about me. Not...... Mom, do you want me? I miss you so much, and always have been. ”

"Mom, I just finished filming a movie, and now I'm in post-production, and I'll tell you when it's released. You know, I've always ...... I've always dreamed of making movies, and I love making movies. ”

"By the way, when I was making a movie, I met new friends, you know I'm slow to heat, but after getting acquainted, we still chatted a lot, her name is Jiang Manqing, she is a very aura actor, I think she will be popular in the future."

"Mom, Yanyan was supposed to come today, but Uncle Gu suddenly had an urgent matter for him to deal with, so he couldn't come, he asked me to say sorry to you, but he said that he would come to see you in the past two days."

“……”

Squatting in front of the tomb in the summer evening, just like every ordinary girl chatting with her mother who has not seen her for a long time, she can't wait to tell all the happy things and share them with her mother, so that her mother can rest assured.

Huo Qingsui stood beside her, staring at her for a moment, watching her occasionally stick out her tongue naughtily, and occasionally showing a childlike smile...... Envy.

Envy?

The word popped up in my mind, and along with it, it was......

Huo Qing's fingers clenched violently with the fingers that fell to his side, and his thin lips were also tightly pursed into a line.

Standing long, he didn't move for a long time.

Until—

Hold it with a bare hand.

"Mom," Xia Wan held Huo Qingsui's hand, her cheeks flushed, her clear eyes flashed with shame, and her heart beat faster, she continued in a soft and slow voice, "There is one more important thing to tell you today, that is...... I'm married, his name is Huo Qingsui, he is very good to me, I'm very happy......"

As the words fell, her hand was gently gripped back.

In the next second, she heard the calm voice of the man next to her: "Mom, I'm Huo Qingsui, I will take good care of Wanwan, and I will never give up in this life." ”

Never give up......

No one can not feel a ripple in their heart after hearing these four words, she knows very well and believes that maybe this is just a casual sweet word for other men, but it is different for Huo Qingsui.

This is his promise, and it is ...... His love for her.

In the summer evening, I felt that the tip of my heart seemed to be brushed by a light feather, crispy, numb, but more than that, it was happiness.

The corners of his lips couldn't help but rise, happiness and sweetness poured out, and the summer evening was soft and soft with his fingers, and then he looked at the tombstone with clear eyes, and said softly: "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine." ”

"Rustle—"

The wind blew, the leaves made a sound, and the drizzle that had been coming all the way quietly stopped at this moment.

The smile on the corner of Xia Wan's lips deepened, she felt that her mother heard it, she was blessing herself in her way, maybe at this moment, she was looking at herself and smiling somewhere in the sky.

"Mom, we'll come to see you often."

"Mom, we'll come to see you often in the future."

The two did not discuss, almost in unison.

Xia Wan's heart moved slightly, and she turned her head to look at the man next to her with a smile.

The four eyes are facing each other, flowing with affection that can only be understood by each other.

"Huo Qingsui, let's go."

"Okay."

When the drizzle stops, dappled sunlight pours in through the leaves.

The sky is blue, and the time is just right.

Soon, the two got back into the car, and the car drove straight in the direction of the cemetery in the west of the city.

Xia Wan knew that this was going to see his relatives.

Faintly, she was a little nervous again, different from the shame just now, this time it was more of the kind of shame and nervousness of seeing the man's relatives.

Huo Qingsui took advantage of the time to shake her hand: "Sleep for a while, I'll call you when it's time, be good." ”

Xia Wan wanted to shake her head and say no, but when the words came to her mouth, she swallowed again.

Maybe she had just said too much, and now that she was sitting in the car again, she was still asleep.

After nearly fifty minutes of travel, I woke up in the summer evening, and the car arrived at the cemetery in the west of the city.

"Awake? We get off? ”

"Okay."

It was still Huo Qingsui who was holding flowers in one hand and leading the summer evening in the other.

Xia Wan obviously felt that after entering the cemetery, Huo Qingsui's mood seemed to change somewhat, and the air pressure around her body seemed to have become much lower, and she secretly glanced at the outline of his side face, and the lines were tense.

She wanted to say something to comfort him: "Huo ......"

"Here we are."

Xia Wan subconsciously followed his line of sight.

On the clean tombstone, a clear photo comes into view, in which is a lady with a warm smile.

"She's ......"

Huo Qingsui clenched her hand, his eyes fell on the tombstone, and it was dark and deep: "She is Aunt Huan, before returning to the Huo family, I relied on Aunt Wan for my life, and I was raised by her, ...... in my heart"

After a pause of two seconds, he opened his mouth again, and his calm voice concealed a faint tightness and hoarseness: "She's ...... My mother. ”

Almost at the same time as his words fell, the tip of Xia Wan's heart was as if it had been stung by a thin needle, which was suffocating.

"That ......"

"She threw me down." Unusually calm and indifferent words intercepted her words.

Xia Wan reacted suddenly, what he said about her, what did he mean by ...... His biological mother.

Without thinking about it, she reached out and hugged him tightly.

"I'm fine." Huo Qingsui stroked her back with one hand and said softly in relief, "It's all over, now, I still have a late night, isn't it?" ”

His worries, her distress, he understood.

"Well, you still have me." The urn in the summer evening responded angrily, and the arm holding him tightened unconsciously.

She's just ......

It's distressing and sad.

Huo Qingsui smiled helplessly: "Good, then raise your head and talk to Aunt Huan, huh?" ”

“…… Well. ”

In a low voice, Xia Wan quickly adjusted her mood and didn't want him to see it, and then raised the corners of her lips and smiled slightly and looked at Aunt Wan with him: "Aunt Wan, I am Xia Wan, Qing Sui's wife, we came to see you......"

In the following time, most of the time was Xia Wan talking, chatting with Aunt Wan about relaxed and pleasant topics, and Huo Qingsui stood aside with his arms around her waist, with a gentle and quiet smile on the corner of his mouth.

The two stood side by side, looking at it from a distance, and the back alone was extraordinarily matched.

Not far away, Zhao Wanyan stood quietly in a place where the two of them couldn't see, her delicate face was expressionless, but the tense back of her hand still revealed her unwillingness.

Summer Evening ......

The next day was Saturday, it was rare that Huo Qingsui didn't work overtime, and he was not busy with the work of the summer evening movie for the time being, the two didn't go anywhere, so they nested at home, cleaned up together in the morning, and then went to the supermarket to buy vegetables and cook together, and in the afternoon they lay down together to watch a movie, so it was not warm.

The pleasant time seemed to end very quickly, and it was the third day.

The day when Old Man Huo held a birthday banquet.