Concubine Ye's car also slowly stopped, and after Concubine Ye got out of the car, her eyes fell on the rich couple of people.

The rich man glanced at Concubine Ye, pointed to a tombstone beside him with some embarrassment, and then said nothing.

Tears kept rolling in her eyes, but Concubine Ye never let the tears fall, the corners of her mouth gently hooked up a shallow smile, stepped on the soft ground, and slowly walked towards the tombstone.

Looking at Concubine Ye's figure, Su Mohan's heart was blocked, and he caught up with her two steps and held her hand.

Concubine Ye turned her head to look at him, very quiet, not crying or making trouble, just called his name: "Su Mohan." ”

"Yes."

Su Mohan responded softly, then tightly held Concubine Ye's little hand, accompanied her, and walked with her to the tombstone.

The tombstone is not too old, but it is a little rough, an unpolished whiteboard with the language of the country inscribed on it.

Concubine Ye didn't recognize the handwriting on it, but she recognized the photo on the tombstone.

The photo shows a child, a child with his eyes closed, and the owner of the monument does not seem to have a photo of him with his eyes open and smiling, so it seems that he can only take a picture while he is asleep and hang it here.

The photo is not black and white, but in color.

But even though it's colored, it still makes people feel sad, the little face is still the same as in memory, but there are a few more abrasions on the delicate face, and the photo doesn't look like it's been treated much, so it's extraordinarily real.

Concubine Ye grabbed Su Mohan's hand tightly, and a tear surged in the corner of her eyes.

Xiaotian, Mom has finally found you.

Do you blame Mom for coming too late?

Mommy is here, but why are you asleep?

Why did you leave without a sound?

Do you know that Mom still has a lot to say to you, do you know that Mom really wants to hug you again?

The dirt slope in front of you is quiet, and the occasional breeze blows through it, and the fallen leaves on it will be rolled up, and then slowly fall again.

The story of the gourd baby mom hasn't finished telling you yet, we seem to have only talked about the three babies last time, right?

Concubine Ye bit her lip tightly, never letting the tears fall, and the blood on her lip flap had been bitten out by her.

Su Mohan on the side was not having a good time, looking at the child in the photo with a tense face.

He still remembers the first time they met, he teased him and told the police that he was a human trafficker.

He also remembered the candles in the cave room, but he took Hanwen with him to hide under his bed and make trouble.

He also remembered that when he was away, he would buy a bouquet of roses and give them to Concubine Ye on his behalf.

He also remembers that he would get up with him many early mornings and replicate his movements in the bathroom, in front of the mirror.

Su Mohan lowered his somewhat moist eyes, he never felt that he was a person with such rich feelings, but at this moment, there was a pain called cone heart that made him almost unable to breathe.

Even if he had already guessed countless times, he might have had an accident.

But it wasn't until this moment, this second, until he saw his picture hanging on the tombstone that he understood that he couldn't accept such an outcome.

Concubine Ye spoke softly, with tears in her eyes, but with a smile: "Xiaotian, are you happy to see your father and mother today?" ”

"I'm guessing you're going to be happy, even though you don't say anything."

"But why are you willing to leave? Why are you willing to leave your mother? Mom hasn't had time to wait for you to grow up. ”