"I thought, I found it. He lowered his head, looked at the weather-beaten tombstone, and spoke in a low voice.

Luo Qingxue and Xiaobao also hurriedly rushed over, and when they saw the patterns on this nameless tombstone, Luo Qingxue was also sure that this must be Ji Luoming's tomb!

On it, there is no name, no photo, no year of birth and death, no name of the wife who erected the monument to him, nothing.

Only the bleak pattern accompanies him on this.

When she saw this tombstone, Luo Qingxue seemed to be able to see that twenty-eight years ago, when her mother stood in front of this tombstone, she still hated it, right?

The man who loved him all his life, did not hesitate to break with his family for him, and lived away with him wholeheartedly, actually chose another woman's name for the child in his womb before he died......

She knows her mother, although Li Jingxuan is peaceful, she is a very proud woman in her bones. She couldn't tolerate such a thing at all, and besides, she also knew that the research activities that Ji Luoming did back then killed many people.

Therefore, she will leave a nameless tombstone here, and will marry Long Tongyue with revenge later, and will let the child's surname Long instead of Ji, and will always hide her life experience, if it weren't for her intention to dig, maybe, she would have been lost in the sea for the rest of her life......

How much love does it take to hate her daughter so much? She did name her daughter "Ruoxue", but she tried her best to erase all traces of "Ji Luoming" on her daughter's body, and didn't let her notice it at all......

Luo Qingxue stood in front of the tombstone, her thoughts fluttering, she squeezed a lot of emotions and many words in the whole book, but she was all choked in her throat and couldn't say anything.

Leng Yunting also saw his wife's speechless contemplation, so he could only take her hand and stand silently in front of him.

"Mommy, is this the elder?" on the contrary, Xiaobao looked at this small sign, and then looked at the side - well, this tombstone is obviously much dirtier than the others, much messier, and even so dirty that you can't even see your name and photo!

He squatted on the ground and kindly helped to brush the stains off the tombstone, but he still couldn't see anything. No words, no photos. Xiaobao couldn't help frowning: "This elder is so pitiful, he has nothing left." ”