On the way back, Mi Jia was relatively silent, and the whole person just stared at the passing scene outside the car window without saying a word.

Cheng Yue stretched out his hand to turn on the music in the car, it was soft piano music, in fact, he didn't understand music, these two CDs were sent by Xia Yiyuan before, saying that pregnant pregnant women listening to more such soft music can be beneficial to prenatal education, he paid attention, so he brought it to the car.

Hearing the music, Mi Jia also slowly turned her head, a little surprised, looked at him and asked, "Where did the music come from?" "She'd been in this car many times, and this was the first time she'd heard music.

Cheng Yue smiled and said, "I was given two CDs by wish, saying that they were for pregnant women. ”

Hearing this, Mi Jia remembered the woman she had seen in the army before, wearing a military uniform and looking heroic.

A faint smile hooked up on his lips, looked at Cheng Yue and said, "Thank you for me." ”

Cheng Yue nodded, glanced at her, and smiled at her.

Turning her head back to look outside, Mi Jia suddenly said, "Cheng Yue, take me to the cemetery, I want to go and see my grandmother and mother." ”

Cheng Yue nodded, still looking at the road conditions in front of him seriously, but slowly changed the route of the car to another way.

Outside the cemetery, Mi Jia and they bought two bouquets of flowers, went to the grandmother first, put the flowers in front of the tombstone, Cheng Yue glanced at Mi Jia beside her, guessing that she might want to talk to her grandmother alone, so she took the initiative to take away the bouquet that had been placed on the tombstone until it had withered, and said, "I'll go and throw away the words." ”

Mi Jia nodded, looked at the photo of her grandmother on the tombstone with fixed eyes, and stepped forward to gently wipe the dust off the photo.

How long has it been, and it feels like it was still yesterday for my grandmother to leave, but if I really calculate the time, it has been almost four months, and it is so fast that people can't react.

Looking at the photo, Mi Jia sighed softly, and muttered to herself, "Grandma, I seem to have changed, I thought I would hate that person for the rest of my life, but I only felt today that the hatred for him in my heart didn't know when it had slowly disappeared, he looked at me this morning, looking at the lonely eyes, I was definitely a little sorry." As she spoke, Mi Jia smiled a little self-deprecatingly and murmured softly, "I should have hated him......"

But looking at him like that, she pitied him, sympathized with him, and felt sorry for him.

Looking up at the sky, today's weather is as good as yesterday, blue sky, white clouds, and then bright and warm sunshine, although it is winter, but today's temperature does not seem to be too low, wearing a coat and a thick scarf at this moment makes Mi Jia even feel slightly hot.

Loosening the thick scarf, Mi Jia looked at the grandmother Mi Jia on the tombstone and continued to talk about her boredom over this period of time, as well as the changes in her mood, no matter what she said, just like her grandmother before her death, the two of them chatted on the sofa in the living room, but the difference was that someone would answer before, and now she can only be alone and constantly talking to herself.

As she spoke, Mi Jia suddenly paused, staring at the photo and was a little speechless, she thought of her grandmother's death again, it seemed that no matter how long it was, the day her grandmother left, every time she thought about it, she always felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Cheng Yue, who had been watching her not far away, saw this, no longer hid and hid somewhere else to calm down, walked out directly from under the tree at that moment, walked towards her, looked intently at the tears that slipped down her face, and opened his mouth but only pretended not to see anything and asked, "Why are you crying?" ”

Hearing this, Mi Jia raised her hand to touch her face, pretending to be surprised, and acted lamely in front of him, "Yes, yes, why did I suddenly cry." As he spoke, he raised his hand to wipe the tears from his face.

Seeing him staring at him, Mijia made excuses for herself indiscriminately and said, "Maybe, it may be windy here, and sand is getting into your eyes." As he spoke, he smiled awkwardly.

Cheng Yue didn't poke it, but when she reached out to wipe her tears again, he reached out and grabbed her hand one step faster, and the low voice was as soft as possible The voice sounded in her ears, "I'll come." He couldn't bear to rub her own eyes red with so much force.

Stretched out his finger and gently wiped her face, gently wiping away the tears that were still hanging on her face, but the thin callus left over from the training touched Mijia's face slightly, but it was slightly itchy.

Mi Jia's eyes looked at his face fixedly, and there was always a rare tenderness when facing her on that resolute expression, and every time she saw it, she felt that she was the most precious in his eyes, the most cherished and loved person, this feeling was particularly beautiful, so beautiful that she couldn't help but sink.

Seeing that she could see her mind when she looked at herself, Cheng Yue stroked her face and asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

Mija came back to her senses, just shook her head and smiled at him, "It's nothing. ”

She didn't want to say it, so he didn't ask, and Cheng Yue took her shoulders again and walked towards the tombstone of Mijia's parents, who were not too far away.

He put aside the flowers he had just bought at the door, but this time he didn't take the withered flowers with him, but stood back beside Micha again.

Xu is the relationship of time together, compared to grandma, Mi Jia and her parents only get along for a few short years, but grandma has been dependent on her for more than ten years, so even if it is a parent, the relationship between them will still be much worse.

After standing in front of the tomb for a long time, Mija finally didn't say anything, and just turned around and walked out of the cemetery.

Cheng Yue took the bouquet of withered flowers out easily.

Holding her hand tightly in his arms, Cheng Yue could feel that Mi Jia's palm was sweating a lot, but the temperature of his hand was still very cold.

Suddenly stopped, looked at the scarf she was holding in her hand, reached for it, and re-wrapped it around her empty neck.

Then he didn't say anything, and then pulled her hand directly over and put it in his coat pocket, held her hand tightly and went up to pass the temperature of his palm to her, and then took a step, holding her hand tightly and walking forward.

Sometimes happiness doesn't need to be explained or expressed in many words, maybe it's just a very simple action, maybe it can make the people around you experience that faint and warm feeling.

Mi Jia didn't speak, let him Jiang's own hand clench and put it in his pocket, and leaned slightly towards his side.